January 27, 2010
January 26, 2010
This was one of the many records I lost at college by innocently agreeing to lend it to ‘a friend’ never to see it again. Truth be told I didn’t much like it and probably bought it as much for the Vaughan Oliver sleeve as the music. And I don’t know why but the title of this record is always Hunkapapa in my head, I guess it just flows from the tongue better.
January 25, 2010
Of all of the big social ‘issues’ I was aware of back in the 80′s the only two that I really remember affecting me that much were the impending nuclear war with Russia and heroin.
Back in the 80′s heroin was bad. It was worse than bad – it was evil, pernicious and addictive. In fact, it was so addictive that if you so much as wrote the word ‘Heroin’ down you’d start stealing money from your Mum’s purse to buy your next fix and before you knew it you’d be dabbing the brick dust on the floor of the school toilets. But that fear, that mystery, brought with it the sort mystique which made doing heroin kinda sexy as this famous press ad proves. I mean look at that the eyeliner he’s got on…so sad, so fragile, so fucking cool.
I still remember that ad and although I don’t specifically remember this one above, I’m sure there’s a strong collective memory within my generation of this very orchestrated fear campaign. I don’t know what the legacy of these ads is. I’m not a stranger to casual drug use but I’ve never taken heroin, never injected and know very few people that have. Is that an indication of their success or merely proof that I was middle class and scared easily?
These days you Talk to Frank of course, a campaign that has probably indelibly affected today’s teenage generation as deeply as the 80′s heroin campaign did to mine. The difference between now and then being that nowadays teenagers are warned off the full spectrum of drugs and not specifically heroin. Is crack the new heroin? Is meth the new Crack? Is heroin still the same scourge on society as it was 20-30 years ago? Probably, but it feels like it’s just part of the mix now rather that the embodiment of evil it once was.
Remember kids – just say no!
January 24, 2010
Perry Farrell on the cover of Melody Maker, 21st January 1989. Photo by Joe Dilworth
I just never got Jane’s Addiction. I really tried with Ritual de lo Habitual but it just didn’t click.
But then there was a time in L.A. around 2000, when, hopelessly stoned and locked away in the 4×4 for my own good, Perry Farrell spoke to me. Sang to me. Communed with me. However long it lasted I can only compare it to a religious experience. And then I sobered up and the music sounded shit again. Drugs eh? Who needs em?
January 23, 2010
January 22, 2010
January 21, 2010
Correctly called ET. Blue Thunder is still a fucking gem. And yes, Shine On isn’t all that but I’m not sure I’d have been that dismissive. Other than that there’s proof that not everything McGee touched turned to gold with a review for The Times – remember them? And to the oh so punk Child Molesters – do you feel stupid now?
January 20, 2010
The Beloved on the cover of Melody Maker, 27th January 1990. Photo by Tom Sheehan.
So the big news today came from this link where IPC announced plans to revive the Melody Maker name with a comprehensive online archive of the magazine.
I’ve joined the good folks over at the WSC forum in expressing my cynicism that it’s anything more than just hot air. I’d love to see it happen but won’t be holding my breath.
January 17, 2010
David Stubbs interviews The Butthole Surfers, 2nd April 1988. Photos by Andy Catlin.
You can either read this for the outrageous Stubbsianisms that pepper this interview, cf. “Plunging in at the anus and excavating, tunnelling a giant point of exit at the sockets, they are one part giant surge of flesh, one part holy revelation.” or for Gibby’s quotes, which ironically, sound a lot like Stubbs alter-ego to be - “Hue and what? Fuck me…Humourless and Cry [more like!]“