Somewhere Down The Road

Last week the Madchester Rave On blog posted up a 12″ single from May 1991, remixes of The Lilac Time’s Dreaming by Creation dance act Hypnotone. I’m not even sure I knew that these remixes existed and if I did I don’t think I’d heard them before. Hypnotone had a classic 1990 release on Creation, the magnificent, bleepy Dream Beam and an excellent eponymous album in the same year. They remixed Primal Scream and Sheer Taft. This remix of Dreaming is very 1991 and a very chilled, spaced out affair. The whole 12″, with the original song and a different version of the remix was posted by MRO here.

Dreaming (Wave Station Remix)

The Lilac Time started out in 1986, an indie/jangle-pop/folk band founded by Stephen Duffy (formerly Stephen Tin Tin Duffy) and his brother Nick who veered from major to indie in the 80s pitching up at Creation around 1990 and being managed by Alan McGee. In 1987 they released a beautiful, jaunty but melancholy single called Return To Yesterday, a song I never seem to get bored of and one I’ve posted before.

Return To Yesterday

The lyrics, written over 30 years ago now, seem to take on a new meaning in the light of our current political situation.

‘It was the day before the day before yesterday
When we thought everything would now go our way
We inherited a fortune of innocence
And they took it all away

We travel on the last bus from sanity
Through province town to cities of obscurity
And somewhere down the road it occurs to me
That I might have missed my stop

But I will not return to yesterday
Or smooth out the human clay
We’ll face this new England like we always have

In a fury of denial

We’ll go out dancing on the tiles
Help me down, but don’t take me back

I heard a lover calling to Saint Anthony
Sadly treating love like her property
Only battles can be lost and so it seems we do
But I’m hoping for a change

I left you at the bus stop in working town
Now the service has been cut re-named slumber down
I can see you on the bars of your brother’s bicycle
Now I hope you’re not alone

And all the politician creeps
I know they want them back
And the couturier weeps
She knows they won’t come back

And the lovers who seldom speak
I know they want them back
And me falling back into your half term kisses
No I will not’

Duffy seems to be writing about loss of childhood and how the future isn’t what it was promised to be, that adult life is emptier than it seemed as a child. I can’t help but feel Duffy is coming out against nostalgia here, he isn’t wanting to go back to childhood or teenage years, despite the lure of the half term kisses, but something has been lost.

Both sides of the Brexit argument could fit in to this, the Leavers who want to return to the mythical England of their imagination and the Remainers who feel they’ve been betrayed, sold out and ignored and who suddenly in 2016 found themselves in a country they didn’t recognise. The chorus- ”we’ll face this new England like we always have/in a fury of denial, we’ll go out dancing on the tiles”- speaks for itself.

Necronomicon

Sometimes the internet is a wonderful thing. Someone posted this on Facebook and I’ve been mildly obsessed with it for a few days now. In 1994 Nina Walsh launched Sabrettes, a record label that was an offshoot of the Sabres Of Paradise record label (she also registered the Sabrettes tartan seen above with The Scottish Register Of Tartans but that’s a side issue here).

Innersphere made techno. In 1994 they released an album called Outer Works and three 12″ singles. One of them, Necronomicon, was remixed by Sabres Of Paradise on one side and David Holmes on the other. This is the David Holmes remix but played at 33 rpm rather than 45 but then pitched up to +8, stretched out for over eleven minutes. It is head nodding heaven and totally absorbing- a looped bassline, some long keening sounds, a wiggly acid squiggle, all very hypnotic. You can lose yourself inside it very easily.

Just for comparison here’s the Holmes remix played at the intended speed, 45 rpm- still good but considerably more banging in tempo and 1994 attitude.

Hand It Over

The Top Of The Pops repeats are up to 1987 now which is making for some pretty awful episodes. Last week though the run of bands to keep your finger on the fast forward button came to an abrupt halt with The Smiths in all their glory miming to Shoplifters Of The World Unite (the episode was first broadcast on February 5th 1987).

The Smiths wouldn’t survive 1987, splitting up in the summer after Marr took a holiday, but they sound imperious on Shoplifters. The slow T-Rex riff, the swampy groove and Marr’s guitar solo sounded wonderful back then (and still do now). We’re going to have to leave to one side everything Morrissey has said in the 21st century and concentrate on his performance here- the double denim and Elvis/Smiths T-shirt, his gyrating dance- unique and then some. His lyrics for Shoplifters are something else too. No one else would have or could have written these words (or borrowed them from other sources and stitched them together). The final verse for example…

‘A heartless hand on my shoulder
A push and it’s over
Alabaster crashes down
(Six months is a long time)
Tried living in the real world
Instead of a shell
But before I began
I was bored before I even began’

This is the instrumental demo version from that Smiths bootleg that regularly does the rounds on the internet.

Shoplifters Of The World Unite (Instrumental Demo)

In April they were back on Top Of Pops with another non-album single, Sheila Take A Bow. They also travelled up to Newcastle to perform Sheila and Shoplifters live on The Tube (and it turned out to be the last time they’d play in front of any audience). The idea that something like this could be broadcast on Friday at teatime seems incredible now. Truly, they were different times….

 

Monday’s Long Song

Over on social media this weekend a friend posted a Beth Orton song from 1996. Touch Me With Your Love was on Beth’s debut album Trailer Park and was also released as a single in January 1997. The production and mixing was by Andrew Weatherall and Keith Tenniswood, then Two Lone Swordsmen.

This sent me back to Trailer Park where Weatherall and Tenniswood contributed to three other songs including the otherworldly and breathtaking ten minute album closer Galaxy Of Emptiness, a song that unfolds gently, is in no great hurry to get anywhere quickly and all the better for it. Beth sings ‘Won’t you please knock me off my feet for a while?’ and this song does just that.

Galaxy Of Emptiness

Shorelines

This is new from Richard Norris, the first fruits of his current ambient direction and label Group Mind, a gentle instrumental that drifts very nicely, drone overlaid with melody.

The shoreline above is the Atlantic, Messanges, south west France, pictured in the summer of 2017. Just in case you were wondering.

A Very British Coup

This week Jacob Rees-Mogg suggested that if The House Of Commons continues to make every effort to avoid a no-deal Brexit the Queen should suspend parliament. There you have it, if there was every any doubt, the actual face and voice of a right wing coup, not by thugs in jackboots but by Old Etonians with upper class accents. Suspend democracy to get what you want. ‘If Adolf Hitler, flew in today, they’d send a limousine anyway…’, as Strummer put it in 1978.

So this is very well timed indeed, a new song from a very post-punk line up of Jah Wobble, Keith Levene, Richard Dudanski, Youth and Mark Stewart and this fantastic musical melting pot, a comment on the madness of Brexit, a piece of 2019 brilliance. Even more excitingly, there’s a Weatherall remix to follow. Levene and Wobble’s former PiL colleague, Brexit and Trump cheerleader Lydon, is nowhere to be seen.

Remote Control

Two different songs with the same name.

In 1977 The Clash’s debut album came out. It opened with the jerky, amphetamine rush of Janie Jones and was followed by Remote Control, a Mick Jones song written in response to the Anarchy Tour. Over a crunching, sped up Kinks style riff Mick complains about civic hall’s bureaucrats, grey London town, the police in the panda car, pubs closing at 11pm, big business, being poor, money men in Mayfair, parliament and people who want to turn you into a robot. All good punk stuff. Unfortunately the song became unmentionable when CBS released it as a single without their consent, which for Strummer, Jones and Simonon symbolised everything they stood against. In a way through it all worked out well- Mick went away and wrote Complete Control, one of their finest moments, which opened with the lines ‘They said ‘release Remote Control’, but we didn’t want it on the label’. In truth Remote Control isn’t by any means a bad song and Mick says they always liked it, they just couldn’t play it on ideological grounds.

Remote Control

Back to the band I started the week with for the second Remote Control. In 1998 The Beastie Boys released their fifth album, Hello Nasty, a twenty song tour de force that Adam Horowitz reckons is their best album. The third song is Remote Control, kicking off with a super catchy riff and Mike D leading on the mic, finding links between satellite dishes, videos games, chain reactions, diamonds from coal, rainy days, Don King and ‘cameras on Mars on space patrol, controlled on Earth by remote control’.

Remote Control

The two bands are linked by Sean Carasov, known to the Beastie Boys as The Captain. Sean started off as part of The Clash’s entourage, selling t-shirts on tour and working his way up to become tour manager Kosmo Vinyl’s right hand man. He’s also in Joe Strummer’s Hell W10 silent film. Sean moved to the USA and became part of the Beastie Boys’ circle, eventually becoming their tour manager in the Def Jam days. Later he became an A&R man and signed A Tribe Called Quest to Jive Records. Mike D and Adam H both write fondly about Carasov but also the feeling he left something heavy behind him and the issues he had with alcohol. Sadly Sean took his own life in 2010.

Hey!

Riot Grrrl got fairly short shrift in the UK music press in the early 90s but the feminist ideas it espoused are widely accepted as the norm now, especially in the wake of #MeToo, as is its punk rock spirit, music and politics. Bikini Kill were Riot Grrrl’s leading band. They formed in Olympia, Washington in 1990 and released three albums and a bunch of singles before splitting in 1997. Their album titles give a good idea of where they were at- Revolution Girl Style Now! in 1991, Pussy Whipped (1993) and 1996’s Reject All American. Their singles compilation from 1998 is a good place to start. They’ve just announced a reformation and have gigs planned for the US. This 1995 single is a righteous blast of mid 90s feminist indie-punk.

I Like Fucking

Vocalist Kathleen Hanna uses the song’s two minutes sixteen seconds to vent some anger, ask and answer some questions and declare herself in favour of fun (something Riot Grrrl was accused of being against). ‘Do you believe there’s anything beyond the troll-guy reality?’ she asks, replying ‘I do, I do, I do’. Hanna goes on to address rape and body image issues, switching voices in her vocal style between American girl and Riot Grrrl. She demands action and strategy (‘I want it now’) before declaring herself in favour of sex and fun and the right to do what she wants- ‘I believe in the radical possibilities of pleasure babe’.

More

Also from 1976, like yesterday’s Lee Perry song, and recently rocking the floor at Weatherall and Johnston’s A Love From Outer Space night (not that I attended, I’m picking this up from social media) is Can’s …And More. The West German group get down to the disco and pick up some steam, Jaki Leibezeit’s irresistible stomp extending their hit single I Want More (this was the B-side and on the album Flow Motion).

…And More

Black Vest

I’m trying to think of a situation that wouldn’t be improved by sticking some Lee ‘Scratch’ Perry on. Not coming up with much.

Black Vest is off 1976’s Super Ape album, ten dub cuts made with The Upsetters at The Black Ark. This song is particularly good, a bubbling bassline from Boris Gardiner and some deliciously delayed horns.

Black Vest