Nightmare

Must we fling this filth at our children? This 1967 song features a girl who shows off her ring, another girl who then takes umbrage, girl-on-girl violence and a soundtrack to match, a chorus which goes ‘Push her down, get her down’, the death of the other girl and our protagonist fleeing and then (cue thumping drums/jail house doors) her inevitable comeuppance. The Whyte Boots were an imaginary band apparently- which doesn’t take anything away from this great 60s girl group psychodrama.

Nightmare

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She’s Wicked

While looking for the rockabilly for last night I happened upon this ace slice of 80s garage rock revivalism by The Fuzztones. Led by Rudi Protrudi The Fuzztones came out of New York and have gone through several line up changes but keep ploughing on. This has fuzz guitar (natch), Mysterions style organ and great vocals about her.

She’s Wicked

The Return Of Friday Night Is Rockabilly Night 99

There’s only so many ways I can say- here’s some cracking rockabilly from 1950-whatever. But it is Friday, and here is some cracking rockabilly from 1957 and Johnny Stark. Goes down great with alcohol and hot cross buns. Have a good Friday.

Rockin’ Billy

Clash Friday

I found this photo of The Clash and various associates I’d never seen before. That’s Joe on the far left with his back to camera, next to him fixer and tour manager Kosmo Vinyl, Paul Simonon centre with shirt undone and Pearl Harbour between him and Mick. Not completely sure who the blonde woman sitting on the ghetto blaster is, possibly Joe’s then girlfriend (I could probably consult a book and find her name)- the one with the fan I’m pretty sure is Mick’s girlfriend Ellen Foley. I also don’t quite recognise the man between Paul and Kosmo but by process of elimination guess he’s either one of the roadcrew or a member of The Explosions (although he doesn’t look like any of The Explosions in the pictures on a Google image search). I’m guessing this is backstage in Japan circa 1982. Pearl Harbour and The Explosions supported them on their Far East tour, and the hair and clobber look very much like their get ups on the cover of Combat Rock. It’s anyone’s guess where Topper has disappeared off too.

In this extremely grainy, taped from Japanese TV clip Pearl fronts The Clash on Wanda Jackson’s Fujiyama Mama before and then sticks around adding vocals while they play their cover of The Equals’ Police On My Back and White Riot.

Here’s that original of Police On My Back by The Equals…

Police On My Back

Essoldo

I took these pictures of Stretford’s art deco cinema building on my phone last weekend- it was so cold I could hardly operate the button. Stretford is just up the road from here and this old cinema building is one of my favourite Mancunian buildings. Previously known as Longford Cinema and Stretford Essoldo it’s been empty since the early 90s when the bingo it housed moved out (Top Rank Bingo). The current owners said in 2010 they had plans for it but other than a coat of paint it’s had little care or attention since. The location isn’t ideal for much anymore I suppose. On the corner of a major crossroads, four lanes of Chester Road traffic flying past and opposite a seen better days shopping centre (once Stretford Arndale, recently re-branded as Stretford Mall).

In the 1930s it looked like this…

And in it’s 1937 heyday…

The walkway/concourse has long gone since then, making way for a lane of traffic. In 1960 it was still a bustling suburban cinema…

Up the side Edge Lane leads to Chorlton. There’s a row of shops, some empty, and the old exit from the Essoldo which has this beautiful curved brick recess and a large column sticking up.

Morrissey lived not much more than a stone’s throw from here, the iron bridge where he kissed crosses the canal and railway line that pass behind the back of the Essoldo half a mile south. I think Ivor Perry (of 80s janglers Easterhouse and briefly Johnny Marr’s replacement in The Smiths) is a Stretfordian too. Bowie played Stretford sometime in the 70s according to my hairdresser as well. But it’s Morrissey’s patch popculturewise. His public pronouncements have become increasingly bizarre and ill-judged recently and he’s currently poorly (Still Ill with double pneumonia). His solo career is very hit and miss but this song, a B-side, is something special- if you want a self-pitying wallow.

Never Played Symphonies

I’m The Window Fitter (In The House of Love)

It turns out that recent postees The House Of Love have got a new album out and are doing a short tour in April. When I’m going to be away. Damn.

Terry Bickers and Guy Chadwick have reunited. There’s no real change in direction- Guy’s voice and lyrics could have been cut and pasted from the late 80s and Terry’s guitar playing is as good as ever. An article in Sunday’s Observer claimed that Guy made/makes a living by fitting windows in South London. It also says that near the end of the Bickers first tenure in the band he spoilt a gig in Wales by singing Sham 69 songs over the band’s own songs. I saw them at Warrington a few days before he was dumped by the side of a motorway and his backing vocals and playing that night seemed to be almost deliberately off key and out of time- but I don’t recall him singing the words to Borstal Breakout over Christine. I’m pretty tempted by their new lp. But it’s probably mainly nostalgia on my part.

Why Must I Always Be A Failure?

This winter seems like it will never end. Where’s the sun? Where is the sun? It’s been so long I’ve been reduced to looking for pictures of it on the internet (that have been Instagrammed for that extra rosy glow).

Skinny were a downtempo/trip hop act from 90s London. Just typing that makes me feel like I’m wearing combats and a backpack. The David Holmes remix of their best known song keeps that trip hop vibe and chucks in a load of retro soul/blues, vinyl crackle and extends it over eight and a half minutes. Really very nice. Nice- ugh.

Failure (David Holmes Remix)

While we’re here, this is a rather wonderful new remix Holmes has done for Belfast’s Documenta Drone Pop.