Lay Right Down In My Favourite Place

This has been added to a recent re-release of The House Of Love’s debut album, a live cover version of I Wanna Be Your Dog. Pretty standard fare you might think- it’s an easy song to cover, it’s a lot of fun to play, it stakes your left-field credentials as a Stooges fan. To be fair Guy Chadwick doesn’t really try to out-Iggy Iggy but the twin guitar work is a joy and this is a top quality live recording sound-wise. It also sounds like the mic was about three inches from Terry Bickers amp.

I Wanna Be Your Dog

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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.

The Girl With The Loneliest Eyes

The Girl With The Loneliest Eyes was an end period song from The House Of Love when everyone, probably including the band themselves, had given up on them. It isn’t up there with their peerless, perfect early records on Creation, with all those FX and wobbly guitars, but for a band (in 1993) totally out of time and running out of ideas it isn’t half bad. In fact it shimmers.

The Girl With The Loneliest Eyes

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House Of Love Creation that is. What was funny in the Creation documentary the other night was a couple of Creation talking heads saying that they were all ‘working class boys’ and then Guy Chadwick turned up ‘talking like Kenneth Branagh’. British music like British society is class obsessed. And class riven. No matter- very briefly the House Of Love had ‘it’. They lost it pretty quickly, but for a while it was theirs. This is another Creation Peel Session song, from August 1988, featuring the slow burn drama of a great track from their debut album.

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One night in either 1988 or 1989 a group of us are outside Liverpool University Students’ Union. The House Of Love are playing the smaller venue in the Union, the Stanley Theatre. I saw them on their previous tour. Another band are playing the larger Mountford Hall. My memory tells me it was The Fall but it could’ve been The Wonderstuff. I know at around the same time we went to see the up-and-coming Charlatans instead of The Fall. Choices, choices. None of these cost more than a couple of quid. We were spoilt I tell you. Well, except for the Wonderstuff. Anyway, we were outside the Union and a man on crutches approaches us, floppy hair and Scottish accent- ‘Excuse me lads, can you tell me where The House Of Love are playing?’ As one of us begins to direct the man down the road, an Evertonian among us says ‘Hey, you’re Pat Nevin’. Pat Nevin, formerly of Clyde and Chelsea, at the time Everton’s injured winger, scuttles off as fast as his crutches will take him. I don’t know what he thought we might do to him, but it was the 1980s. Football was yet to become what it is today.

The House Of Love were riding high when Destroy The Heart was released on Creation, and it’s shimmering guitars and pent-up drama are still exciting today. They left for Fontana and never really recovered. Pat Nevin has since dj-ed at Bowlie Weekender, not having the usual footballer’s musical tastes.

Your Face Is A Hammer In My Head

Whatever that means.

The House Of Love were the new Weather Prophets. In Dave Cavanagh’s biography of Creation Records he describes The Weather Prophets slagging off Guy Chadwick’s band as ‘too psychedelic’. The House of Love’s first album The House Of Love was 1988’s indie heavyweight, chock full of great songs and two blistering singles- Christine and Destroy The Heart, all guitar effects and mystery. They signed to Fontana and came back with Never, which the press didn’t like, and then this I Don’t Know Why I Love You. Recorded with guitarist Terry Bickers but released after he’d been dumped at a motorway service station for unreasonable behaviour- drugs, ego, burning a tenner in the van, punched by the drummer etc etc. This is a great song, played to death on my stereo when it came out. Yes, it has iffy lyrics and lacks some of the ‘ethereal’ nature of the first album’s songs but it’s got a great drilling riff. After this it was all downhill, then scuppered by Madchester but briefly they were very good.

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The House Of Love ‘Never’

I reckon we’ve all got bands or records we love, that we know secretly, arn’t, maybe, really, that good but we love them regardless. This is one for me. I bought this on 12″ towards the end of the summer 1989, along with some more 1989-ish records. I played this one endlessly. As a song it found The House Of Love caught in a difficult place. They were set up by the music press as the next big thing after the demise of The Smiths, but The Roses and Mondays blew this kind of guitar pop away. The House Of Love looked outdated compared to the baggy trousers and flared jeans of that year. Poor Guy Chadwick. He always seemed to have a look on his face that said ‘this isn’t going to work’. He was caught between his first lp (on Creation) that critics and skinny white boys loved, all shimmer and ‘sonic cathedrals’, and this single, which was *gulp* rock-y. The press slated it, and everyone else was going dancey. He was caught with a talented guitarist Terry Bickers, driving the band round the bend, soon to be dumped out of the van mid-tour at a service station. And it got me, caught between living at home for the summer and going back to a student life in Liverpool. And although I suspect it isn’t really that good I still love this song , with it’s 80s drums intro, clunky lyrics and out-of step-with-the-times-ness.

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