Watch out kids, the English assassin / God Save the Queens of Deliria

remember watching this as a kid on TV and being confused by the story line, but i reckon this would be fun to watch again just for the costumes and the sets





called the Last Days of Man on Earth in America







even more little snippets of the film watchable below if you can bear the 'reviewer''s grating sardonic commentary




i cannot remember if i read any of the jerry cornelius novels

read so much s.f. in those mid-teen years of frenzy

down Berko library a couple of times a week

i recall reading one of Moorcock's proto-steampunk, Kiplingesque alt-history novels, i think
















D-Generation liked the quartet so much they borrowed 'The Condition of Muzak' for a song title




This is the Moorcock work I would like to read now (and wish I'd bought at the time when I saw it in the Virgin Megastore on Oxford St)




only 75p - why didn't i get it?

funds were tight then

75p was also not an inconsiderable amount of money in 1980.

Apparently Jerry Cornelius pops up in the plot of the Moorcock Swindle, which incorporates a fair amount of recycling from his own corpus, so they say

Of course that's the not only Brit renegade rock'n'roll band that Michael M's been involved with








sort of vaguely connected, recently acquired (not yet read) this by Mick Farren, a post-apocalyptic novel published 1975, inspired by the free festival scene, set in a future where rock became literally a pagan religion based around ancestral texts and decayed rituals



jacket blurb:

"In the wilderness of Britain little of civilization remains. Decadence and division have overtaken the huddled people of Festival. And faith in the texts of the old gods - Dhillon, Djeggar and Morrizen - is fading fast. Beyond the city walls the tribes are massing, united in evil intent. Hill savages fired by ritual superstition to pillage and slaughter. Satanic horse riders inspired by drugs to rape and defile. And crystal-crazed Iggy at the head of them all - a despot in search of territory. A territory like Festival."

another back jacket blurb

ALL ROADS LEAD TO FESTIVAL

In the Great Hall of the capital city called Festival, the magic ritual of Soundcheck prepares the ancient loudspeakers for tonight's Celebration. It is the distant future, when all that remains of the ancient ways is a collection of sacred black discs which contain the words and music of the great prophets who lived before the disaster: Dhillon, Djeggar, and Morrizen, the fabled lizard-king.

But in the hills and valleys surrounding Festival, a threat builds. An outlaw army, wasted by spirits and speeding on 'crystal,' works its way toward the dying city, raping and pillaging, gathering strength and weapons as it goes. In Festival, the population continues its preparations for the Celebration, unkowing, unsuspecting...

In his first novel, Mick Farren, a leading writer in the underground press, combines the color and excitement of the finest fantasy writing with his own keen vision of a time to come when the Counterculture of today ascends to a whacked-out, chemical-crazed pre-eminence."





Well I never heard of this Farren written "agit prop" tome









pic via - on TV that's Farren + gang of Yippies invading the David Frost show in 1970




Of course Mick Farren - like Moorcock - also bridges the post-psychedelic and punk eras with his most famous slice of scripture - considered by some to be the spark that lit the fuse