Spiked

Since not going to see Julian Cope a couple of weeks ago I pulled out his recent compilation album Trip Advizer, a sixteen track cd that rounds up the best of his work from 1999- 2015. If you only get one Julian Cope cd from this millennium etc. Also, Trip Advizer is the best name for a Cope cd (and strangely when listening to it I can kind of hear parallels with Half Man Half Biscuit- the wordplay, the music, the playing it straight). Anyhow, I don’t always agree with the archdrude but I always enjoy him and his songs, and it may be the case that Trip Advizer works best as a dipper (play a few songs from it every now and then rather than an eighty minute one sitting album), but every song on it is a good one. They Were All On Hard Drugs is my favourite, a sweetly sung ode to ancient civilisations and their psychedelic drug practices with a Casio keyboard hissing away underneath but I’ve posted that before. In Psychedelic Revolution Julian promises to settle some scores tonight and then sings about spiking a range of targets- fat cats, greed-heads, moneybags, fuckers generally.

Psychedelic Revolution

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I’ve Got A Love Song In My Head

Happy Valentine’s Day lovebirds. Julian Cope’s here with a song for all the lovers, opening with a crystal clear garage guitar riff and ‘walking round with my very best friend, she looks good- fine to me, I’m in love with my very best friend.’

Sunspots

Copey played Manchester on Friday night and I didn’t go which was stupid of me. I saw it advertised ages ago, didn’t get tickets, forgot about it and then missed out. And by all accounts he was very, very good.

 

Or Is It Treason?

The idea that any band could contain three egos like Ian McCulloch’s, Julian Cope’s and Pete Wylie’s is absurd and according to legend The Crucial Three never even got as far as rehearsing, but it’s nice to try to imagine what they might have sounded like. This video for The Teardrop Explode’s Treason, a single off 1980s Kilimanjaro, is a hoot. The B-side was Read It In Books, a joint McCulloch-Cope effort recorded by both bands.

Je Suis Charlie

There’s a risk when a music blog starts commenting on events like the ones we’ve seen in Paris this week that it just becomes trite or banal or blindingly obvious, so I’ll keep it brief and try not to pontificate. It does seem to me though that people who kill cartoonists are so utterly morally bankrupt that they’ve already lost the battle. What major world religion is so weak, so unsure of itself, so insecure, that it cannot withstand a cartoon?

Julian Cope has got no time for murderous fundamentalists.

All The Blowing-Themselves-Up Motherfuckers (Will Realise The Minute They Die That They Were Just Suckers)

Rock Section

Julian Cope’s ‘gnostic hooligan road novel’ One Three One is utterly brilliant and somewhat crackers. As you might expect.

Told through the eyes of Rock Section, lead singer with post-punk band Low Countries and reinvigorated as the late 80s dj and dance act Dayglo Maradona, and set in three different times- June 2006, June 1990 and 10, 000 years ago- Rock returns to Sardinia sixteen years after he and three friends were kidnapped following an England game at Italia 90. The kidnapping has led eventually to the recent suicide of one of his fellow kidnappees. During the England game in 1990 posh rapper Full English Breakfast (of the band Kit Kat Rappers) fell to his death from a TV tower. After shitting himself, literally, on the airplane (and the opening sentences of the book) Rock is rescued by his Sardinian driver Anna. Their first stop is the prison holding Judge Barry Hertzog, a Dutch hooligan, dj and promoter of the club Slag van Blowdriver- the man suspected to be responsible for the death of Full English and the kidnapping.. Rock is aghast at what Hertzog tells him and spends his brief time on Sardinia seeking closure and justice for his dead friends, all the while receiving phone calls from the sole remaining kidnappee Mick Goodby, a Shaun Ryder-esque rave poet and former lead singer of Brits Abroad.

Constantly tuned in to Sardinia’s brilliant FM radio station Rock and Anna discover several stone doorways on Sardinia. Through these doorways Rock travels back in time 10, 000 years to prehistoric Europe where he gets mashed up on the golden substance ephedra and finds himself a tribal King.

There’s plenty more but you should read it for yourself. It is very funny, irreverent, compelling, frequently baffling (but you just have to keep reading and enjoy the ride) and also totally convincing (despite the time travel). Cope also takes time to aim his words at various targets- religion (Christianity and Islam), the British authorities following the Hillsborough disaster, Thatcher, and a little bafflingly Half Man Half Biscuit. Highly recommended reading.

In June I posted Cope’s original mix of Dayglo Maradona’s 1989 indie-dance song Rock Section. You can still get it for free through Bandcamp. At the time I mistakenly called this the Andrew Weatherall remix. It isn’t. The Weatherall remix is only available on limited white vinyl.

Rock Section (Andrew Weatherall Remix)

he rest of the bands, artists and records in Cope’s vividly imagined rave world of 1990 are also on Bandcamp through the One Three One Doorway. Hours of fun.

Dance To The Beat Of The Drum

Do you want a download of the Andrew Weatherall remix of Julian Cope’s fictional 1989 baggy band Dayglo Maradona? For free? (the 12″ white vinyl is strictly limited. Obviously). If the player below doesn’t work you can get it here. Eleven and a half minutes of big drumbeats, piano, Cope’s intermittent vocals and general ’89 vibes. ‘Rock section…rock section’.

The track is the musical spin off of Cope’s soon-to-be-published ‘time-shifting gnostic hooligan road novel’ One Three One. I’m not going to attempt to summarise the plot.

Eleven

We are camping in the Lakes tonight, for child number two our daughter ET. It is her eleventh birthday. Somehow we have managed to combine going to a campsite on top of a hill with England’s first game in the world cup (at eleven pm). Hopefully we will find a pub nearish to the campsite. Otherwise it’s everyone round a small transistor radio annoying any campers who want to get to sleep.

This rather good electronic song by Sean Johnston’s Hardway Bros came out on a compilation called Correspondent a few months back. I’m guessing the title refers to when it was recorded, a year ago today.

14.6.13 here

Today is also the twenty-fifth anniversary of the death of Bunnyman and Sex God Pete de Freitas, killed on his motorbike in Staffordshire. His last public appearance was in the video of this Julian Cope song. There’s a very good article in the latest Mojo magazine about him. He was one of a kind.