Screaming Lord Sutch, he of the (genuine) British Parliamentary party called The Official Monster Raving Loony Party, had a long and illustrious career as a rocker. His schtick was horror - chasing semi-naked dolly birds around the stage and singing about Jack the Ripper. This was in the Sixties, mind - a decade or so before Alice Cooper and twenty years before Marilyn Manson mined the same vein. The Houndblog has a good set of photos and a write up of his career, although, of course, this being rock music, it was a lot longer and far more tragic than that.
Today, that track - Jack the Ripper - is probably his best known, having been covered by both The White Stripes and The Horrors.
For some reason he had heavy friends, including Ritchie Blackmore. With his other friends, Jimmy Page, John Bonham, Nicky Hopkins, Jeff Beck and Noel Redding, he made an album called, of course, Lord Sutch and Heavy Friends which was once voted the worst album of all time. (His Heavy Friends had apparently thought they were recording for fun, not for release to the public.) Of course, all things go in cycles and the album is now sought after. The vinyl may be rare, but the tracks are easily findable on the internet for download under the name Wailing Sounds.
One of the tracks, Flashing Lights, features Jimmy Page playing wild rockabilly lead guitar over his mutant Hambone freakout of a rhythm guitar. I'm not sure how Jimmy's getting that sound - Leslie cabinet? But it's worth the price of the album alone. Hard to believe this is a 1969 track and Lord Sutch was a Butlins-playin' figure of fun. Here's the track on YouTube, with a suitably horrific Hammer video cut to the music.
Have a look out also for his band The Raving Savages playing Surf City. Awesome stuff.
Showing posts with label The Horrors. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Horrors. Show all posts
Friday, August 07, 2009
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
The Horrors
I got over my snit about being accused of music piracy by the very cover art that contained the proof of purchase, and listened to my The Horrors CDs today. I was advised to watch out by one friend because she felt they sounded unpleasantly like A Flock of Seagulls. I doubted that, but now I've listened I have to admit she has a bit of a point. There is a certain synthesizeriness to Primary Colours that does recall the 80s. But there's a big difference between their first, Strange House, and the new one. They're evolving, and not necessarily in the direction I want them to evolve.
How to describe Primary Colours?
Imagine you're at a traveling funfair or maybe a circus. The funfair has set itself up on a dusty field of stubble. There's a midway, with the usual attractions – darts, air-rifles with feathered flechettes to shoot at those trains of flat metal ducks, a coconut shy, hamburgers in fat white buns, sweet yellow popcorn in paper cones. There are balloons to pop and goldfish to win if you pitch a ping-pong ball into the right bowl. It's night and the lights of the fair are too bright, too white, glaring spotlights narrowed by the pitch dark of the sky beyond. It's warm with truck exhaust and lights and crowds, but you can sense the frost on the hills all around you in the distance. There's the usual smell of diesel and fried onions, but you can just barely catch the scent of wild tarragon on the cold breeze as you pass the gaps between the generators that form a henge in the gloom beyond the food trucks. At one point you hear a sound that might be a snatch of synthesized pop from the Waltzer or even the scrape of one of the bumper-cars' contact bars on the electrified mesh of the ceiling, but it certainly sounds like a wolf howling.
Now imagine Joy Division (for it is they) are walking down the midway, eating cotton candy. A few feet behind, three dead-eyed red-nosed clowns are following them, quietly and purposefully. At least one of the clowns appears to have very sharp teeth - very long teeth, at that. A raven-haired woman with a low-cut bodice opens the door of a gypsy vardo and stands at the top of the steps, hands on hips. You can see a color TV behind her, but the flickering picture makes no sense to you. She beckons one of the band over and he stops, hesitating, and then strides towards her, taking his hands out of his pockets as he increases his pace. You notice she has three breasts. You lose track of the rest of them in the crowds of Teds and Greasers at the foot of the Helter Skelter.
The members of Joy Division who survive that night with their minds intact, be they alive or be they dead, become The Horrors and they write and record this album, "Primary Colours".
"Strange House", subtitled "Psychotic Sounds for Freaks and Weirdoes" was a much more straightforward Goth album. It could have been recorded by a different band. It sounds like London Music Hall performed by crazy people with access to a Farfisa organ and possessed of (American) post-punk chops. Max Wall meets Crocodile Rock on Bedlam Night at CBGB. Some tracks, the Horrors' Theme in particular, resemble Max and the nutcases tackling a strange subterranean arrangement of Telstar. Schizophrenic Surf.
I have to say I like the bass-playing on Primary Colours in particular (they swapped instruments around between albums). It reminds me of Peter Hook mixed with Massive Attack. I like Massive Attack. And I like Peter Hook. Both albums are growing on me[1].
Website: http://thehorrors.co.uk/ Warning: plays sound.
[1] Ahh! Get it off me!
How to describe Primary Colours?
Imagine you're at a traveling funfair or maybe a circus. The funfair has set itself up on a dusty field of stubble. There's a midway, with the usual attractions – darts, air-rifles with feathered flechettes to shoot at those trains of flat metal ducks, a coconut shy, hamburgers in fat white buns, sweet yellow popcorn in paper cones. There are balloons to pop and goldfish to win if you pitch a ping-pong ball into the right bowl. It's night and the lights of the fair are too bright, too white, glaring spotlights narrowed by the pitch dark of the sky beyond. It's warm with truck exhaust and lights and crowds, but you can sense the frost on the hills all around you in the distance. There's the usual smell of diesel and fried onions, but you can just barely catch the scent of wild tarragon on the cold breeze as you pass the gaps between the generators that form a henge in the gloom beyond the food trucks. At one point you hear a sound that might be a snatch of synthesized pop from the Waltzer or even the scrape of one of the bumper-cars' contact bars on the electrified mesh of the ceiling, but it certainly sounds like a wolf howling.
Now imagine Joy Division (for it is they) are walking down the midway, eating cotton candy. A few feet behind, three dead-eyed red-nosed clowns are following them, quietly and purposefully. At least one of the clowns appears to have very sharp teeth - very long teeth, at that. A raven-haired woman with a low-cut bodice opens the door of a gypsy vardo and stands at the top of the steps, hands on hips. You can see a color TV behind her, but the flickering picture makes no sense to you. She beckons one of the band over and he stops, hesitating, and then strides towards her, taking his hands out of his pockets as he increases his pace. You notice she has three breasts. You lose track of the rest of them in the crowds of Teds and Greasers at the foot of the Helter Skelter.
The members of Joy Division who survive that night with their minds intact, be they alive or be they dead, become The Horrors and they write and record this album, "Primary Colours".
"Strange House", subtitled "Psychotic Sounds for Freaks and Weirdoes" was a much more straightforward Goth album. It could have been recorded by a different band. It sounds like London Music Hall performed by crazy people with access to a Farfisa organ and possessed of (American) post-punk chops. Max Wall meets Crocodile Rock on Bedlam Night at CBGB. Some tracks, the Horrors' Theme in particular, resemble Max and the nutcases tackling a strange subterranean arrangement of Telstar. Schizophrenic Surf.
I have to say I like the bass-playing on Primary Colours in particular (they swapped instruments around between albums). It reminds me of Peter Hook mixed with Massive Attack. I like Massive Attack. And I like Peter Hook. Both albums are growing on me[1].
Website: http://thehorrors.co.uk/ Warning: plays sound.
[1] Ahh! Get it off me!
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Care Parcel
My Care Parcel arrived from Amazon today. How I love opening their little boxen and taking out the CDs inside.
Today I received The Kills' Midnight Boom, which I already know pretty well, and two new ones, The Horrors' Strange House and Primary Colours. The Horrors have already pissed me off by having an FBI anti-piracy warning on the outer cover. Look, I bought your fucking CD, all right? Why ruin packaging that belongs to me, is my space, the space for you to entertain me if you want me to pay for your tunes, with a fatuous threat over something I clearly haven't done, otherwise I wouldn't be holding the cover in my hands? Bastards. Anyway, you're English, so why an FBI warning and not a Plod warning or an Interpol warning? Double bastards.
When I get over the effrontery of being threatened in my own house by record company drones who are relying on me for the food they eat, I'll listen to the CDs and give a heads up.
Today I received The Kills' Midnight Boom, which I already know pretty well, and two new ones, The Horrors' Strange House and Primary Colours. The Horrors have already pissed me off by having an FBI anti-piracy warning on the outer cover. Look, I bought your fucking CD, all right? Why ruin packaging that belongs to me, is my space, the space for you to entertain me if you want me to pay for your tunes, with a fatuous threat over something I clearly haven't done, otherwise I wouldn't be holding the cover in my hands? Bastards. Anyway, you're English, so why an FBI warning and not a Plod warning or an Interpol warning? Double bastards.
When I get over the effrontery of being threatened in my own house by record company drones who are relying on me for the food they eat, I'll listen to the CDs and give a heads up.
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