and one of my favourite movie soundtracks
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Tuesday, July 31, 2012
my favourite movie
and one of my favourite movie soundtracks
and one of my favourite movie soundtracks
Thursday, July 26, 2012
another category: New Wave collapsing back into prog, or a sort of prog
The Cardiacs, the true children of Punishment of Luxury
I actually saw the Cardiacs early on in the career, quite by accident, and only realised much later, when they started to get some attention in the music papers, that it had been them.
Living on post-graduation in Oxford, on the dole, in Jericho in the north of the city, we often would go for a night time wander across Port Meadow. Because it was idyllic but also a little spooky -- water bird sounds carrying eerily across the pitch black dark. One summer night we set out only to find ourselves in the midst of a free festival. We had little idea such things even existed, I don't think. This is 1984, 85, so pre-Battle of the Beanfield. I remember a hippie girl, tripping out of her head and tripping on the guy-ropes of all the tents, as she ran in a panic through the camp ground.
If it had been your typical free festival fare -- Hawkwind/Here and Now type music, Magic Mushroom Band et al - we might have stuck around longer, enjoyed the trippy spacey-ness of it. But no, strangely, it was the Cardiacs, herky-jerky to the power of 10000. To say I was appalled -- grimly mesmerized, too, but mostly appalled -- would be an understatement. It was so not - so the antithesis - of what I was about at that point, which was Husker Du type blur, or The Smiths. We left pretty quick, which I kinda regret. The Cardiacs drove me away from an alternate destiny, of becoming a crusty-traveler. (Unlikely scenario)
I guess below (from a 1984 videotape) is what they would have sounded like when we saw them.
Almost Eastern European... coming from not dissimilar places as that Soviet band Zvuki Mu, maybe.
Are the Cardiacs also a little bit like what pre-New Wave, late-prog Split Enz sounded like?
Sad to hear about the health torments of singer/mainman Tim Smith.
The Cardiacs, the true children of Punishment of Luxury
I actually saw the Cardiacs early on in the career, quite by accident, and only realised much later, when they started to get some attention in the music papers, that it had been them.
Living on post-graduation in Oxford, on the dole, in Jericho in the north of the city, we often would go for a night time wander across Port Meadow. Because it was idyllic but also a little spooky -- water bird sounds carrying eerily across the pitch black dark. One summer night we set out only to find ourselves in the midst of a free festival. We had little idea such things even existed, I don't think. This is 1984, 85, so pre-Battle of the Beanfield. I remember a hippie girl, tripping out of her head and tripping on the guy-ropes of all the tents, as she ran in a panic through the camp ground.
If it had been your typical free festival fare -- Hawkwind/Here and Now type music, Magic Mushroom Band et al - we might have stuck around longer, enjoyed the trippy spacey-ness of it. But no, strangely, it was the Cardiacs, herky-jerky to the power of 10000. To say I was appalled -- grimly mesmerized, too, but mostly appalled -- would be an understatement. It was so not - so the antithesis - of what I was about at that point, which was Husker Du type blur, or The Smiths. We left pretty quick, which I kinda regret. The Cardiacs drove me away from an alternate destiny, of becoming a crusty-traveler. (Unlikely scenario)
I guess below (from a 1984 videotape) is what they would have sounded like when we saw them.
Almost Eastern European... coming from not dissimilar places as that Soviet band Zvuki Mu, maybe.
Are the Cardiacs also a little bit like what pre-New Wave, late-prog Split Enz sounded like?
Sad to hear about the health torments of singer/mainman Tim Smith.
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
veering away from the New Wave to that postpostpunk moment i've sometimes dubbed the Bad Music Era, Cathy Unsworth's trawl at Quietus through the circa 84 records that influenced her new novel reminded me that I'm not sure if I ever actually heard New Model Army
straining my memory-muscles, no aural image of their sound came to mind beyond a vague sense of a sort of stocky stalwart stompiness or do i mean stumpiness....
and so i turn to the memory-machine
Ah! I recognise that first tune. And the general sense was pretty on the ball. Sort of vaguely folky but without any actual direct reference to the traditional musics of the British Isles.
The look of the band, more than the sound, reminds me of one of my earliest assignments as a cub reporter at Melody Maker, going to review Balaam and the Angel.
An odd period of music in the U.K. -- after postpunk and New Pop, a shift back to rockiness but without fully mastering the basic skill set that underpinned British hard rock / heavy rock in the first half of the Seventies
particularly evident (here I ventriloquise Carducci) in the rhythm sections
at best they would be merely solid, pounding away insistently... at worst a dirge-trudge ... or mock-tribal tom tom scuttling motion
compare Budgie
to The Cult
the former smokes and swings... the latter has this irritating giddy-up cantering motion... like a nine stone weakling version of Iron Maiden (and yeah, they had a song about Red Indians too...)
Cult got slightly more convincing by the time of the Rick Rubin album, when they were explicitly referencing the early 70s Brit (and Commonwealth) greats like Free and AC/DC, but it was still ersatz... and the drummer is just a steady plod, might as well as be a drum machine
straining my memory-muscles, no aural image of their sound came to mind beyond a vague sense of a sort of stocky stalwart stompiness or do i mean stumpiness....
and so i turn to the memory-machine
Ah! I recognise that first tune. And the general sense was pretty on the ball. Sort of vaguely folky but without any actual direct reference to the traditional musics of the British Isles.
The look of the band, more than the sound, reminds me of one of my earliest assignments as a cub reporter at Melody Maker, going to review Balaam and the Angel.
An odd period of music in the U.K. -- after postpunk and New Pop, a shift back to rockiness but without fully mastering the basic skill set that underpinned British hard rock / heavy rock in the first half of the Seventies
particularly evident (here I ventriloquise Carducci) in the rhythm sections
at best they would be merely solid, pounding away insistently... at worst a dirge-trudge ... or mock-tribal tom tom scuttling motion
compare Budgie
to The Cult
the former smokes and swings... the latter has this irritating giddy-up cantering motion... like a nine stone weakling version of Iron Maiden (and yeah, they had a song about Red Indians too...)
Cult got slightly more convincing by the time of the Rick Rubin album, when they were explicitly referencing the early 70s Brit (and Commonwealth) greats like Free and AC/DC, but it was still ersatz... and the drummer is just a steady plod, might as well as be a drum machine
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
bonus: live versions
alternate version of the prince charming video
now isn't one of the gallery of icons and heroes that Adam imitates in that video Alice Cooper? why not Rolf H, since it's his song he's ripping off?
Labels:
808 STATE,
ADAM ANT,
alice cooper,
ROLF HARRIS,
SUN ARISE
Monday, July 23, 2012
veering away from new wave back to postpunk, a group i always remembered (from Peel) as interesting, but could never find while digging in the crates for Rip It Up
remember Out on Blue Six as weirder though, less frantic Delta 5/Maximum Joy-y, and more "Opec-Immac" lunar / cratered....
funny thing, memory
remember Out on Blue Six as weirder though, less frantic Delta 5/Maximum Joy-y, and more "Opec-Immac" lunar / cratered....
funny thing, memory
at Our God Is Speed, Greyhoos chips in with his own thoughts 'n' memories of New Wave
from his selections, this:
fuck me, is that a find or what?!?
The opening riff is pure Franz Ferdinand.
Funnily enough I was just yesterday perusing Chuck Eddy's second edition of Stairway to Hell, his eccentric guide to heavy metal, and in the afterword he lists a whole bunch of records that he's subsequently to the first ed's publication fallen in love with and shoulda included, and one of them is Alice Cooper's Flush the Fashion. But i hadn't realised that this was AC's noo-wave-move!
Who else in America, out of the Old Wave, made a Noo Wave move?
Billy Joel, I guess, with much of his Eighties material. Although this track is not sonically a new wave move but more a kind of New Wave acknowledging yet also recuperating / deflating manifesto of catholicity ("music-is-music/there's-only-two-kinds-of-music-good-music-and-bad-music") -- which has in fact becoming the programming policy and raison d'etre of post-Ipod middle-aged geezer targeting radio stations like Jack FM ("playin' ... what we like" said in a voice that sounds like Huey Lewis).
Another one: this album El Loco by ZZ Top was their New Wave move (although hints of it were on the one before, Deguello)
And then they really went for it with Eliminator and the album after that, by which time they often had a sequencer pulse chugging along alongside the drumming (which was already getting straightened out into something pretty metronomic and Billy Idol/Keith Forsey like).
One of my LA radio revelations since moving here was hearing the Cars and realising that not only could they play but that most likely before punk, they were probably playing similar kind of blues-based rock to ZZ Top or Foghat or James Gang... it may even have been a direct segue on Jack FM from "La Grange" to "Just What I Needed It" that brought it home to me...
Well in terms of Old Wave to New Wave, they weren't Well Known before punk, but Huey Lewis & the News is old old style music given a New Wave-ish production finish and tautness
Didn't the musicians in the News play with Elvis Costello very early on (Clover?)
And then H & the News went back to the roots and did a bluesy album that totally tanked.
Here's another good example - shameless Rod Stewart
i suppose those aren't really Noo Wave as in skinny tie / Devo-jitters though, more like just trying to do a commercial post-Moroder / synthpop era club-friendly radio-ready please-help-me-keep-up-me-mortgage-payments-on-me-mansion type job (cf the Stones records in the early-mid Eighties)
More troo Noo is Robert Palmer, another bluesy-rock Brit rasper who remodelled his sound, several times...
right up to the point of doing a Gary Numan cover
and then went electrofunk/postdisco
And of course the J.Geils Band, the same Old-to-Noo syndrome...
Oh and classic old-into-Noo is the production job (dry and sparse) on this imperishable tune by all-American heartland rocker Johnny Cougar
i'm sure there's scores more examples...
postscript: how could I forget, Neil Young (Devo fan supreme) and Trans!
Neil's movie that he got Devo to do a scene for
postpostscript: and I forgot (that i'd remembered, a week or two ago) all about Bill Wyman's Je Suis Un Rockstar, which is Old Wave goes New Wave par excellence, and maybe the most successful, on all levels (middling hit; sounds reet nifty and not embarrassing like yer dad trying to dance to disco) out of all these Old-into-Noo mooves)
what i found out after posting it the first time the other week: he wrote it as a demo for Ian Dury's consideration. But nobody in the Stiff camp would actually present it to Dury! Were they afraid of incurring his wrath? I love this little fact because I once averred that the Blockheads were the best British groove group since the Stones. Ian should have done it, he'd might have arrested his decline as UK hitmaker!
of course there's a most unfortunate resonance to one of the lyrics here -- "they'll think I'm your dad/and you're my daughter" -- given Bill's love life later in the decade
from his selections, this:
fuck me, is that a find or what?!?
The opening riff is pure Franz Ferdinand.
Funnily enough I was just yesterday perusing Chuck Eddy's second edition of Stairway to Hell, his eccentric guide to heavy metal, and in the afterword he lists a whole bunch of records that he's subsequently to the first ed's publication fallen in love with and shoulda included, and one of them is Alice Cooper's Flush the Fashion. But i hadn't realised that this was AC's noo-wave-move!
Who else in America, out of the Old Wave, made a Noo Wave move?
Billy Joel, I guess, with much of his Eighties material. Although this track is not sonically a new wave move but more a kind of New Wave acknowledging yet also recuperating / deflating manifesto of catholicity ("music-is-music/there's-only-two-kinds-of-music-good-music-and-bad-music") -- which has in fact becoming the programming policy and raison d'etre of post-Ipod middle-aged geezer targeting radio stations like Jack FM ("playin' ... what we like" said in a voice that sounds like Huey Lewis).
Another one: this album El Loco by ZZ Top was their New Wave move (although hints of it were on the one before, Deguello)
And then they really went for it with Eliminator and the album after that, by which time they often had a sequencer pulse chugging along alongside the drumming (which was already getting straightened out into something pretty metronomic and Billy Idol/Keith Forsey like).
One of my LA radio revelations since moving here was hearing the Cars and realising that not only could they play but that most likely before punk, they were probably playing similar kind of blues-based rock to ZZ Top or Foghat or James Gang... it may even have been a direct segue on Jack FM from "La Grange" to "Just What I Needed It" that brought it home to me...
Well in terms of Old Wave to New Wave, they weren't Well Known before punk, but Huey Lewis & the News is old old style music given a New Wave-ish production finish and tautness
Didn't the musicians in the News play with Elvis Costello very early on (Clover?)
And then H & the News went back to the roots and did a bluesy album that totally tanked.
Here's another good example - shameless Rod Stewart
i suppose those aren't really Noo Wave as in skinny tie / Devo-jitters though, more like just trying to do a commercial post-Moroder / synthpop era club-friendly radio-ready please-help-me-keep-up-me-mortgage-payments-on-me-mansion type job (cf the Stones records in the early-mid Eighties)
More troo Noo is Robert Palmer, another bluesy-rock Brit rasper who remodelled his sound, several times...
right up to the point of doing a Gary Numan cover
and then went electrofunk/postdisco
And of course the J.Geils Band, the same Old-to-Noo syndrome...
Oh and classic old-into-Noo is the production job (dry and sparse) on this imperishable tune by all-American heartland rocker Johnny Cougar
i'm sure there's scores more examples...
postscript: how could I forget, Neil Young (Devo fan supreme) and Trans!
Neil's movie that he got Devo to do a scene for
postpostscript: and I forgot (that i'd remembered, a week or two ago) all about Bill Wyman's Je Suis Un Rockstar, which is Old Wave goes New Wave par excellence, and maybe the most successful, on all levels (middling hit; sounds reet nifty and not embarrassing like yer dad trying to dance to disco) out of all these Old-into-Noo mooves)
what i found out after posting it the first time the other week: he wrote it as a demo for Ian Dury's consideration. But nobody in the Stiff camp would actually present it to Dury! Were they afraid of incurring his wrath? I love this little fact because I once averred that the Blockheads were the best British groove group since the Stones. Ian should have done it, he'd might have arrested his decline as UK hitmaker!
of course there's a most unfortunate resonance to one of the lyrics here -- "they'll think I'm your dad/and you're my daughter" -- given Bill's love life later in the decade
Sunday, July 22, 2012
Friday, July 20, 2012
some old notes that could be a starting point for my Future Study of New Wave
It’s tricky to
convey the difference between New Wave and postpunk. Partly that’s because the
meaning of New Wave fluctuated throughout this period. (To add to the
confusion, in America “New Wave” is often used to describe everything from The
Pretenders and Joe Jackson to what Brits would call New Pop--i.e. the MTV
British Invasion bands like Duran).
Initially New Wave as a term was kind of
cool: indeed some embraced it as an alternative to punk, seeing it as more
open-ended and less lumpen on account of its evocations of the French
avant-garde.
But soon New Wave became a negative term, referring to the
middlebrow soft option: bands who weren’t confrontational or aggressive like
punk, but who were also too steeped in trad pop values (usually of Sixties
provenance) to be regarded as experimental or modern a la postpunk.
At its
narrowest and most pejorative, New Wave came to connote
something quite
particular: skinny-tie bands with choppy rhythm guitars and often a keyboard
(played Sixties organ style as opposed to like a synth). This specificity
further cemented the defining paradox of New Wave: musically, it wasn’t really that new. All that said, the energy, pop
concision, and stripped-down sound of New Wave contributed to the era’s
excitement, the sense of “all change!”. If they generally failed to push the
musical envelope, New Wave bands were often innovative or unusual on the level
of persona, performance, and lyrical content. And it was New Wave acts who penetrated
the pop charts, far more than the postpunk groups did, and who therefore made
the late Seventies a golden age for the 7 inch single, for radio and Top of the Pops.
Probably the best
way to define New Wave is through listing some classic instances of it. The
jumpy energy and angular choruses of The
Vapors’ “Turning Japanese” is archetypal Noo Wave. So is the chugging
rhythm guitar feel (chords chopped against damped strings) of groups like The Cars. Then there’s The Boomtown Rats, who took
Springsteen-style romping keyboards and busy arrangements and added just enough
of a punk edge to seem contemporary. There’s the oddball female contingent,
with shrill operatic voices and sing-song melodies: Lene Lovich, Nina Hagen.
And the oddball male contingent, often ex-proggers of a theatrical bent,
originally fans of Hammill/Crimson/Gabriel-era Genesis but who’d been turned
around by Ubu/Devo/XTC, and embraced the mannered, high-pitched vocals and
stop-starty structures: Punishment of
Luxury, Human Sexual Response (on
prog label Passport, a dead giveaway).
What about
borderline cases?
XTC: In the beginning they’d get placed alongside Talking Heads.
Musically, they had the same twitchy rhythms and shrieky-geeky vocals, while
content-wise, XTC, like Byrne, avoided
love songs in favour of unusual topics (“Roads Girdle The Globe”) or satirical
social comment like “Generals and
Majors” and the great “Making Plans For Nigel”. The early XTC of 3D EP, White Music and Go 2 felt
radical to many listeners, on account of the frenziedly fractured structures.
Things like the bonus mini-LP of dub versions that came with Go 2, or the record’s demystification
sleeve covered in text (“this is the album cover”) and accompanying adverts,
all seemed pretty much in line with the postpunk programme. But after Drums and Wires, XTC got steadily more
English and whimsical, harking back to The Kinks and Beatles and the lighter
side of psychedelia.
Elvis Costello: Like Paul Weller, Elvis seemed too
beholden to trad rock virtues; in his case, too readily placed in a lineage
of Dylan, Lennon & McCartney, etc.
That said, like The Jam, Costello overlapped with many of postpunk’s stylistic phases and shared many of its
obsessions when it came to content. Punky-reggae, with “Watching The
Detectives”. Personal politics, with Armed
Forces (original title: Emotional Fascism). Language as a force of
oppression and spiritual corruption: throughout the oeuvre, but especially
pronounced on Trust (“Pretty Words”
and “Lovers Walk” parallel “The ‘Sweetest Girl’” and Lexicon of Love) and the logorrhea-ic Imperial Bedroom ("Pigeon English" etc). When 2-Tone took off, Costello was an early
supporter: he produced the Specials’ debut and, between labels, very nearly
released his single “Can’t Stand Up For Falling Down” via 2-Tone. The
accompanying album Get Happy!
intersected with the mod revival’s rediscovery of Sixties soul. Modelled on
Booker T & the MGs, the sound was dominated by Steve Nieve’s organ;
Costello’s guitar stayed small and Steve Cropper-like. The whole vibe was
redolent of a smoky Carnaby Street cellar in 1963, mods grooving to Georgie
Fame. Like a Motown best-of, 10 tracks were crammed onto each side. A few years
later, circa Dexy’s and New Pop, Costello went soul again, with the
horn-blasting Punch The Clock.
The Police. Such a monstrously huge band it’s easy
to forget how they partook of the punky-reggae vibe of the period, or how their
sound (guitar-as-texture, drums as third instrumental voice not mere backbeat,
bass as melody) conformed to postpunk precepts. Later Sting discovered Arthur
Koestler and the Police went prog, but let’s not forget “Message In A
Bottle,” the subtle radicalism of the sublime “Walking on the Moon”, or the
baleful ambient fog of Northern Ireland-protesting #1 “Invisible Sun”.
Blondie. Another group so ubiquitous they ascend beyond categories
into sheer Superpop. But “Heart of Glass” is Moroderized discopunk and the
video for “Rapture” (which features the first white rapping in the chart ever,
albeit really dire) takes a snapshot of Mutant Disco Manhattan, with
Jean-Michel Basquiat and Fab 5 Freddy doing graf in the background.
Other groups on
the cusp. The Psychedelic Furs
quickly revealed themselves to be reactionary rockists but for a moment early
on songs like “Sister Europe” and “We Love You” were Peel faves on account of
their haunting, hypnotic, sax-soured atmospherics plus the
perfectly-poised-midway-tween-Rotten-and-Bowie sneer of Butler Rep (as he then
called himself, ludicrously). Romeo Void:
like Pylon, audibly Gang of Four influenced in their reduction of funk to
tense, unyielding bass-riffs. The
Passions: the glassy guitars of “I’m In Love With a German Film Star”,
almost worthy of Vini Reilly. The
Feelies: Crazy Rhythms is a great
album, but to me they’re the bridge between that Modern Lovers/Velvets
fast-strum sound and the totally white-out sound of post-REM college rock.
One last
subcategory: prog-rockers who tried to go
Postpunk/New Wave:
----Be Bop
Deluxe’s Bill Nelson reinvented
himself as Red Noise with 1979’s
“Furniture Music” and Sound-On-Sound.
---Robert Fripp, after a period of
withdrawal from the rock biz, returned in 1979 with short hair, a suit, and,
yes, a skinny tie. He also came bearing a solo album Exposure--first installment in what he called the “Drive to 1981”.
His next album Under Heavy Manners/God Save the
Queen showcased his new tape-delay
systems, Frippertronics and Discotronics; David Byrne guested on one vocal.
Later he formed the League of Gentlemen with ex-XTC/future-Shriekback
keyboardist Barry Andrews.
---Peter Gabriel. For his third
self-titled album in 1980, Gabriel hired producer Steve Lillywhite; banned the
use of hi-hat and cymbals at the sessions to achieve that stark Joy Div/Comsat
Angels sound; sang songs of tension, paranoia, and unease.
---Tom Robinson: strictly speaking, not
prog, but certainly a poignant example of attempted career auto-salvage via
postpunktification. Stung by the brutal backlash against the second TRB album,
he reinvented himself with Sector 27:
lyrics that were still political but less literal, plus a self-consciously
“modern” sound. In interviews, Robinson earnestly enthused about being inspired
by Gang of Four, Scritti, Joy Divison. The makeover didn’t convince anybody though.
[these are from the Postpunk Discography: Esoteric that for a while was up on the Faber website
-- originally written in 2004 for Rip It Up and Start Again, left out because
too long to add to an already oversized book, put up at the site, then
withdrawn because of the notion that they might be the kernel of a
future book, a proper discographical survey... who knows maybe i'll
return to that some day, although it would be a sanity-jeopardising
endeavour, especially all the sterling archaeology done by blogs like Mutant Sounds and DIY or Die and many others... not forgetting the inexhaustible well of industrial cassetteage and the retroactive invention of Minimal Synth - which didn't even exist as a category afaik when i was writing Rip It Up]
further reading: other people's thoughts on the subject
Theo Cateforis, author of Are We Not New Wave?
interviewed about the book
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