Wednesday, December 25, 2013

A discussion between Grant McLennan & Nick Cave...






 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
An interesting, intense discussion between two great Australian artists who lived together for a short time in London in the early eighties. McLennan s a bit edgier as a personality than you might imagine from his work. They seem to be trying to outdo one another much of the time. There's a lot of truth that comes out however, which you don't generally get in journalist related interviews.
 
 
Grant McLennan and Nick Cave

`Nick Cave first met G.W.McLennan when he was known as Grant and was a member of the Go-Betweens. The Go-Betweens had just relocated to Melbourne from Brisbane and Cave ruled Melbourne as lead singer of the Birthday Party. Along with their respective bandmates, Robert Forster, Lindy Morrison & Mick Harvey, the duo recorded the single "After the Fireworks" under the Moniker "The Tuff Monks". Both the Birthday Party and the Go-Betweens moved to London in the early 80's, achieving considerable commercial success and widespread critical acclaim. McLennan and Cave shared a house in Fulham during this time. McLennan now has a successful solo career, having released the albums "Watershed" and "Fireboy", while Cave fronts the much-revered Bad Seeds, whose current album is Henry's Dream. Cave also recently appeared in the film "Johnny Suede". Both are arrogant but talented artists, and setting up this interview was a difficult task, especially given Cave's busy schedule and a certain one-upmanship that developed between the two friends, neither wanting to appear over-eager to pursue or accomodate the other's wishes or demands. Ultimately the interview took place in the Cosmopolitan Hotel in Melbourne, before G.W. repaired to his family's home in Cairns (North Queensland Australia) to write the story. "For poetry makes nothing happen: it survives in the Valley of its saying where executives would never want to tamper; it flows south from ranches of isolation and the busy griefs, raw towns that we believe and die in; it survives, a way of happening, a mouth." W.H.AUDEN, from "In Memory of W.B.Yeats"

G.M : In 1982 we were in Shepherds Bush and I asked what you were interested in outside music. I said poetry was my first adventure. You said poetry was dead. Do you still believe that?

N.C : Well Grant, when did I say that?

G.M : Shepherds Bush, London, early 1983. At that stage you were writing those one-act plays and that house in Paddington was always full of the sound of your typewriter.

N.C : Well, in those days, and these days to a certain extent, I never had much of a feeling for poetry. I never enjoyed it very much but there were some poets I liked, Blake and so on. But generally I didn't have much of a feel for it.

G.M : Was that because it was taught badly at your school?

N.C : I had a brilliant English Literature teacher, but it was always a bit vague for me.

G.M : What books did you study?

N.C : Guiseppe Lampedusa and -Crime and Punishment-, which knocked me for a six. Tess, the usual stuff. We didn't do, perhaps fortunately, Catcher in the Rye. It was a book I avoided for a long time and read two years ago and it changed my life.

G.M : That's kind of strange because that book has become almost necessary reading for 14-year-olds.

N.C : That's right, but I was always getting in on the arse end of things ... like Bob Dylan (G.M.laughs, remembering trying to get N.C. to listen to Blonde on Blonde).

G.M : That's interesting, because Dostoyevsky's language is hallucinatory and violent and complete in its depiction of a sad world. I see similar concerns in your lyrics, especially for the Birthday Party, and also in your novel.

N.C : Well, my father showed me two pieces of literature and tried to drum them into my head. The first was the opening paragraph of Lolita and the other was the murder scene in Crime and Punishment. He considered them to be exceptional pieces of writing. He actually read them both to me several times at an early age. I loved the senselessness and brutality of the murder, the double murder, in Dostoyevsky.

G.M : I remember seeing an early draft for the first part of your novel and saying it needed pruning. You didn't take it kindly.

N.C : Well, you know, you finish a book and THEN you edit it. It's probably not the most constructive thing to tell someone when they're writing their first book and are just part way into it. With most people's first book they pour out every idea they have. To write a book, certainly from a writer's point of view, is such a monumental thing that you don't want any idea left out. It's possibly a problem with mine. If I write another book it will be much leaner.

G.M : I think the most admirable thing about your book is that you avoided writing a veiled autobiographical novel. You attempted to create a world outside your immediate experience. That's harder, but more ambitious.

N.C : I never thought I had much of a story to tell about myself. I didn't want to write something that had a contemporary feel to it. I wanted to write something that felt like it could have been written 20 or 30 years ago, because I primarily wanted to avoid writing about contemporary, current issues. I wanted the book to be about old themes, you know?

G.M : Englebert Humperdinck once said that "applause was the food of the artist." If that is true, what is your diet?

N.C : Well, I'd hate to agree with anything he said because he's such a phony. At the same time, for me, going on the stage is an amazing thing, even though there is a lot of physical and emotional pain that goes with it. You kinda are somebody for an hour or two hours or whatever. You're up there and you are exactly what you want to be.

G.M : Are you aware of what 'Nick Cave' is to a member of that audience?

N.C : No, I just feel very comfortable up there in a way that I don't feel off stage. I don't feel that I really fulfil people's expectations of me off stage, but when I'm on stage I do. I feel more in control when I'm on stage. There's a certain distance between you and the audience; it's not a one-to-one confrontation.

G.M : So you always felt natural on stage? I started out in fear.

N.C : I never had that kind of fear. I had fear of failing, but I never had stage fright. I had much, much more fear about one-on-one contact with people. I feel more comfortable about performing to a vast amount of people.

G.M : When you're on stage, do you see the audience as a single entity or as a collection of individuals?

N.C : It depends on the situation. If I can get down into the audience and single out people, I prefer that. I'm in charge of that situation completely. I like to physically touch the audience.

G.M : I felt I was impersonating someone. It took me a long time to feel comfortable.

N.C : Well you always kind of exploited the nervous, sensitive artist thing. I'm not being unkind, but uncomfortable and awkward on stage, that's what the Go-Betweens were kinda about.

G.M : Perhaps that's because we couldn't play very well.

N.C : (laughing) We couldn't play very well either.

G.M : Maybe, but you used volume. People would scream at us to turn it up.

N.C : I was always, uh, good at performing in front of people, but not very good at, um, communicating with people on a one-to-one level.

G.M : You went to art school for a while. Why did you shift to music? Was it an accident?

N.C : Yeah, I kind of came in through the back door. I was always something of an imposter, I guess, because i couldn't really play music or sing very well and it was some years before I was able to do anything that was worthwhile musically. I did music because I failed art school. If I hadn't failed art school I probably would have carried on and been a moderatley successful painter.

G.M : It was only about three years ago that I was able to listen to my recorded voice and not feel uncomfortable. For a long time I disliked the sound of it, thought it was unconvincing...

N.C : (sarcastically) I can understand that.

G.M : (laughing)...but now it does what I want it to.

N.C : I was like that too. It was an effort to just do the basic things, like sing in tune and phrase properly. So it was always fairly excruciating (for me) to listen to my stuff as well.

G.M : (sarcastically) I can understand that. In the days of the Boys Next Door the songwriting was, for want of a better word, traditional. When the band deconstructed to the brilliant noise of the Birthday Party, that tradition went out the window. Now we find that you are back with form and melody.

N.C : I'm like you in that I'm very interested in classic songwriting, creating songs that have a classic feel to them. I mean, I don't think either of us are really concerned about doing anything that's new, or breaking new areas of music. We're far more interested in writing purposeful and soulful and well-constructed songs, and, as you go, you get more tools to be able to do that.

G.M : Where I grew up there is an annual picnic race meeting where the people from the surrounding cattle stations come and race their horses and relax. Whenever I'm there I get asked to play some songs but I find it really difficult because I don't know any of the songs they like. If I play my own, especially the early ones, they say "do you know any with a tune?" (much laughter)

N.C : I'd love to be able to play guitar and be able to sing, to stand on the back of a truck or around the campfire and entertain people in that way. I can't do that, unfortunately.

G.M : You could if you wanted to. You used to have an old guitar in London which I wrote "Cattle and Cane" on. 

N.C : So that's why I could never write anything on it.

G.M : I ruined it for you. Did I steal its only tune? I'll give you a credit next time I see my publisher.

N.C : I've had to do that with my piano. I've hired pianos in Brazil. I've had to send back two, no three, because I've been convinced there's no songs inside them ... Well, you've got to blame something.

G.M : Because you've been photographed and recorded and filmed, do you have any trouble in working out your public and private selves?

N.C : Well, most of it's public. I know when my private time is and most of it is spent panicking about my public time, so it's all basically the same thing. I need to work on my private life more. I'm kind of a failure when it comes to my private life because I haven't had the time to work on it as other people.

G.M : But this is what happens if you live the life of an entertainer or an artist. It comes with the territory.

N.C : Of course there are certain things that have to suffer. I mean, you're away a lot of the time.

G.M : Do you feel there is a limit to what a songwriter can do with the much-used chords of rock & roll and country?

N.C : I'm only beginning to understand what those chords are all about. I've only just started to realise there are certain chord progressions that seem to work over and over again, which you probably knew about years ago. I don't know if there's a limit to them, but it does get increasingly difficult to write songs.

G.M : I can find it hard to put those chords to effortless use.

N.C : Well, I think I'm able to go into different areas from you. You have a basic style of songwriting that has always been rooted in the classic songwriting mode. When I can't find a neat and nice chord progression, I can always just bang out a song on one chord and scream over the top and have the Bad Seeds play dramatic instrumentation around that and it can still be a successful thing. I couldn't play you any of my songs (laughs). I mean, if you asked me to play one on the piano, I couldn't. I write them, I give them to the band and they learn them and play them. I wouldn't have a clue how they go after that.

G.M : I find it interesting that a song I consider unsuccesssful will be someone else's favourite.

N.C : Sometimes I can't sing a song because the period I wrote it in really irks me or it's connected with things I don't want to remember, or I wrote that song about a particular person who I felt I was in love with and now I hate their fuckin' guts. Other songs seem to keep the memory of certain people alive. I mean, most of my songs are written about other people and I sing them to keep the memory of those people alive.

G.M : I haven't recognized anyone in your songs. People used to tell Robert Forster and myself that we'd written a certain song about them.

N.C : I wrote a song for Robert the other day. It's called "Pack Rape". I sang it to him many times in a hotel room but that's by the by. Robert, I'd like to make a formal apology for that night.

G.M : Do you meet many 'characters' when you tour?

N.C : Well, not only did I insult Robert all night, which I feel bad about, but I also insulted Kamahl and Doug Parkinson on the same night. So you do get to meet some interesting people.

G.M : Are you rude to entertainers you dislike or do you pucker up with them for the cameras?

N.C : Well, I can't say that Kamahl actually approached me. I don't know, when I really admire somebody I'm a jittery, tongue-tied fan.

G.M : Don't you think that's good, that you still feel that?

N.C : No, I wish I could relax a bit more. I'm very nervous in the company of people I consider to be greater than myself (laughing), which is just about everyone.

G.M : I've known you for a long time and I wouldn't have thought you considered many people more talented than you.

N.C : (pause) Do you remember throwing me out of your apartment when I used to live there, in London?

G.M : Yes, I do.

N.C : Oh well, as long as you do.

G.M : Yes.

N.C : Okay, fine, fair enough.

G.M : The people's ears next door were bleeding from the noise and there was cigar smoke everywhere. So, for both our sakes, we should leave it at that.

N.C : Um, yeah, good idea.

G.M : Some people came up to me (once) and asked me what music I liked. I said Bob Dylan and they laughed. It's weird when people prefer what you do to someone as great as Dylan.

N.C : Well, I don't want to be offensive but those people said that statement out of ignorance.

G.M : I saw some out-takes of 'Johnny Suede' in New York.

N.C : Yeah? The good bits? You mean the tequila scene? I wrote the tequila scene and it was chopped out.

G.M : What happened?

N.C : It was a scene where I asked for tequila and they didn't have any salt, so I lifted this woman's arm and licked her armpit. It was a high comic moment, but it hit the cutting room floor.

G.M : What would you do if you won a million dollars?

N.C : I'd just put it in the bank with all my other millions. I don't know. I'd, I'd ... I'd give it to my friends (smiling).

G.M : All of it?

N.C : I don't know, I might buy a town in Indonesia or a small African village and, every once a year, parade through it.

G.M : Would you give any to charity or to research? People have said that I should write some political songs.

N.C : I think I've been charitable to the world with my music for as long as I've been making music (delivered very dryly). I think some of your songs give people the impression that without actually singing about politics you are 'politically aware'.

G.M : Do you think the artist has the responsibility to address political issues?

N.C : I think it will be a very sad day when the world becomes such a terrifying place that individuality and art and beauty might not have a place; when there just isn't room for creativity. If that happens I will be redundant, because I don't have the ideologocal ammunition to write songs like that. I do feel for the world. It is in a frightening state, and I think it's a good thing that there are poeple out there educating others about these problems. But I wouldn't be true to myself if I started writing like that. I don't think anyone would listen to it anyway.

G.M : But you have an increasingly large audience. Don't you think they would be interested in your views on certain things?

N.C : I think they're interested in my own peculiar viewpoint. They have enough thngs crammed down their throat.

G.M : Are you aware of your own myth?

N.C : No, well I am to a certain extent, but you know...

G.M : There's a bit of orange peel hanging from your...

N.C : My nose?

G.M : It could be pith.

N.C : Pith on myth, that's what I say. I don't know, I actually have to live inside here, so I can't get too entangled with that. I know what I'm like.

G.M : People have preconceptions about you from your work, from your image. People have written to me about their lives as though I'm involved, and want to know if I can help.

N.C : That's because your songs make you sound like you're someone who has been confronted by problems and found a way to solve them. I mean, I get the same thing - lots of Dorothy Dix type letters from people with terrible, frightening lives hoping that I can be of some help, but of course I can't.

G.M : I find that scary.

N.C : Well, it's scary that people can actually think that their heroes can solve their problems.

G.M : You've said that you feel very Australian. What's "Australian" to you?

N.C : Well, I think that there is an Australianness to what I write. There's a certain brooding sensitivity towards things, which is greatly overlooked. It's not the way the rest of the world sees Australia - brooding, with a kind of twisted sense of humour on the top. I do write songs like that and I think that's because I'm an Australian.

G.M : I know you have a short fuse when it comes to critics.

N.C : It was winter, you know?

G.M : What?

N.C : When you threw me out of your house!

G.M : (laughing) Yes, and you had the holes in your shoes taped up but I paid for you to get into the Soutine exhibition, so let's leave it alone.

N.C : Anyone who writes about rock music can't have much to say about things. I despise rock jornalists so much. Why should they have the right to make or break an artist? I don't care who the artist is, might even be Kamahl. Basically, I think they should just sit there and applaud everyone for what they're doing and allow people to get on with their work. What infuriates me, is that you put a lot of blood and guts into something and all they have to do is write a couple of paragraphs about it and it can actually affect sales of your record. I don't care what they say but they can affect your popularity.

G.M : Do you think people really care what a rock critic writes?

N.C : I think it can certainly have an effect. I mean, rock critics were primarily responsible for creating the "Nick Cave' myth, and a lot of people seemed to believe that. I always felt I was larger than the myth anyway, that I had more to me than whatever this myth supposed is, was, um... Can I ask you some questions now?

G.M : Okay, shoot.

N.C : Why did you throw me out of your house?

G.M : Jesus! We've already gone through this! Do you really want to know?

N.C : Yes!

G.M : Because you were behaving like a pig.

(Fortunately the hotel physiotherapist arrives and the tape gets caught in the ointment. Thus, reputations are left intact and memory becomes a buried thing; to be exhumed at a later date, when the moon and the stars are in perfect alignemnt, when, perhaps, your grandchildren might need a tall story to help them fall asleep.)' From Cheryl Nibble by way of Sean Brady; Originally appearing in GQ Magazine, 1993

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Simple Minds


Thinking back and listening back to early Simple Minds after my review I realised I didn't do them justice much as I love the New Gold Dream album. They paid their dues and fought their right to dream by fighting their way out of those rough as fuck Glasgow streets where their only destiny was construction, docklands, factory or destitution. I understand why Jim Kerr had black nail varnish and Nietzsche in his back pocket on the construction sites on  the way to digging himself out of that. They did so because otherwise the production line would have been their existence. Their early records are a document to that. Read the lyrics and listen to the song that it soundtracks. It's beautiful. And so were they.

Say who you are!
 
Here's a document of them about to break out of it. In New York. In 1979.

 
And another wonderful moment just before New Gold Dream.
 
 
 

Happy Christmas. xxx

1. Sugarhill Gang - Rapper's Delight

 
2. War - Low Rider
 
 
3. Velvet Underground - There She Goes Again
 
 
4. Subway Sect - Nobody's Scared
 
 
5. The Slits - Typical Girls
 
 
6. The Contours - First I Look At The Purse
 
 
7. B52s Planet Claire
 
 
8. Dion - Born To Cry
 
 
9. ? and the Mysterians - 96 Tears
 
 
10. Misty In Roots - Man Kind
 

Things that R.E.M helped me find my way to...

It may seem self-evident but listening to and trying to discover new music in the early Eighties was not as it is now. You had to do a lot of the digging yourself and when you unearthed something new and special it felt a glorious, personal discovery. A revelation.


When R.E.M started getting attention and press space in 1983 and 1984 in the UK they helped me along. They named the records and artists that had helped them forge their sound and identity. I was so in thrall to Murmur and Reckoning that I went out and bought as much as I could. I'm still grateful.

 
1. Pylon - Older brothers to R.E.M. Also from Athens, Georgia. I'd recommend their albums Gyrate and Chomp highly. Angular new wave
 
'In 1987, when Rolling Stone named R.E.M. “America’s Best Band,” Bill Berry offered his opinion: “Pylon are the best band in America.” Unfortunately, Pylon had broken up four years prior to this.'
 
 
2. Patti Smith - 'When Michael Stipe was 15 and in high school in St. Louis, he happened upon an issue of Creem magazine under his chair in study hall. Patti Smith was on the cover, looking like "Morticia Adams." Stipe went and bought Horses, took it home, listened to it all night while eating a bowl of cherries. He claims it"tore my limbs off and put them back on in a whole different order. I was like 'Shit, yeah, oh my god!' then I threw up." '
 
 
 
3. Television - Generally mentioned alongside Horses in early interviews as the bands two great formative punk influences. For some reason I recall listening to this song for one of the first times before going and watching a game at QPR with my dad in 1984. It seemed alien and strange. Eventually it changed my life. Marquee Moon not Loftus Road.
 
4. Big Star - Almost unknown in the UK except for music business insiders before R.E.M. started name-checking them. Alex Chilton, given his seeming disdain for his former band never showed much gratitude. The records were either impossible to get or too impossibly expensive to afford. They were rereleased in the early 90s.
 
 
5. The Soft Boys. - Peter Buck has said that R.E.M. were more influenced by The Soft Boys than by The Byrds. Personally I prefer The Byrds. English whimsy often sounds better to American people than Englsih ones but I appreciate the Soft Boys influence on the way R.E.M sounded. This song is great anyway. Beautiful guitar sound.
 
 
6. The Cramps - I knew them but didn't buy anything until Buck specifically recommended Psychedelic Jungle. "Basically a cover band, but they've made the best records of the last five years." Michael Stipe
 
 
7. Wire - 'Wire changed my life in 1977.' Michael Stipe
 
Husker Du singer-guitarist Bob Mould: "Wire was one of the most influential groups in progressive music."
 
And the Cure's singer-guitarist Robert Smith confirms his love for the band. "Wire was one of the prime influences on the Cure. . . . At the time, Wire seemed even more powerful than Joy Division. They had an attitude that was really spectacular. It was like pure black and white--very stark and very brilliant."

 
8. Gang of Four - 'Gang of Four knew how to swing. I stole a lot from them."- Michael Stipe. Pylon supported the Gang of Four in the early eighties and came back to Athens with a copy of Entertainment. They were barely known to the New York hipsters at the time so the Athens bands felt ahead of the curve. 9-9 and Moral Kiosk on Murmur are tracks where I think you can see traces of the influence.
 
 
9. Velvet Underground - "Nobody compares us to the Velvet Underground, and that's probably the one group we all love. I think a lot of the things we do sound like the Velvets — not to the extent of the Dream Syndicate, but a lot of my guitar parts are real Velvety — droney but melodic." Peter Buck
 
 
10. Syndicate of Sound - Lots of great garage stuff from the sixties. I heard this wonderful song first through a live cover by the band.

Monday, December 23, 2013

1982 NME Writers' Albums of the Year

New Gold Dream should be much, much higher. I'd put it Top Five on this list. Combat Rock should be lower. Interesting to see how high Upstairs at Eric's is. It is a good record. Hex Enduction Hour is surprisingly low. Even as a non-Fall fan, I do think that's a great record. I haven't listened to Midnight Love for years. Perhaps I should.

1982 NME Albums

Marvin Gaye - Midnight Love
1. Midnight Love - Marvin Gaye
2. Imperial Bedroom - Elvis Costello
3. The Lexicon Of Love - ABC
4. Combat Rock - The Clash
5. Too Rye Aye - Dexys Midnight Runners
6. Upstairs At Eric’s - Yazoo
7. The Nightfly - Donald Fagen
8. Juju Music - King Sunny Ade
9. Friends - Shalamar
10. Night Nurse - Gregory Isaacs
11. A Kiss In The Dreamhouse - Siouxie & The Banshees
12. Tropical Gangsters - Kid Creole & The Coconuts
13. Beautiful Vision - Van Morrison
14. The Message - Grandmaster Flash
15. Honesty - Curtis Mayfield
16. Nothing Can Stop Us Now - Robert Wyatt
17. The Poet - Bobby Womack
18. Sulk - The Associates
19. Avalon - Roxy Music
20. Kissing To Be Clever - Culture Club
21. Hex Education Hour - The Fall
22. Of Human Feelings - Ornette Coleman
23. Big Science - Laurie Anderson
24. The Rise And Fall - Madness
25. The Gift - The Jam
26. Moving Targets - Gil Scott-Heron
27. Thermo-Nuclear Sweat - Defunkt
28. In The Heat Of The Night - Imagination
29. Junkyard - The Birthday Party
30. The Great Pretender - Lester Bowie
31. New Chapter Of Dub - Aswad
32. Donna Summer - Donna Summer
33. Nebraska - Bruce Springsteen
34. Words From The Front - Tom Verlaine
35. Not Satisfied - Aswad
36. New Gold Dream - Simple Minds
37. Living My Life - Grace Jones
38. Strange Celestial Road - Sun Ra
39. Mi Cyan Believe It - Michael Smith
40. I Love Rock And Roll - Joan Jett
41. Urban Bushman - Art Ensemble Of Chicago
42. Wynton Marsalis - Wynton Marsalis
43. Miami - Gun Club
44. Marshall Crenshaw - Marshall Crenshaw
45. 2 X 45 - Cabaret Voltaire
46. Agwaya - Orchestra Makassy
47. Computer Games - George Clinton
48. Sunrise In Different Dimensions - Sun Ra
49. Dr John Plays Mac Rebennack - Dr John
50. Fourth Drawer Down - The Associates

Simple Minds - New Gold Dream Reviews

The Simple Minds review is done. Still love the album which doesn't surprise me in the least. It's a great record. So to mark it here are a few reviews. One the famous Paul Morley review for The NME at the time. It's typical Morley. He needs a good shake at various points, (what has it got to do with Baudelaire, make some effort to explain at least). He writes well at others but as with much of his prose is far too much about himself for my liking. The second,.written by David Stubbs looking back twenty years is much better in my eyes. Then there's Robert Christgau's ludicrous take. Foolish man!

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The Melting Point Of Gold
Paul Morley
NME
18th September 1982
 
 

ONE
THIS RECORD is something of a glow. Whatever your preference you will find it memorable and instructive. Find its qualities and fix your place. Be swept, be drained ... This is really all I have to say, but I shall not stop on that account. Indeed, I shall begin again.
TWO
MY LOYALTY towards Simple Minds is known to be considerable, yet even I am jarred by the constant beauty of this music. Truly, all I need to say is that New Golden Dream(sic) robs me of my breath - but let's continue. Be swept, be drained, believe me.
THREE
After their last (double) LP it could be said that despite their undoubted ability, the group threatened to settle down into an overwhelming, agitating monotony devoid of nobility: a heat-switch has been turned on, the looming Simple Minds solid has melted, is melting into a bewitching, fresh sound. Suddenly the group sound acutely aware of space and emptiness, and their impact is a lot harder because of that. (When I say harder, I am just as likely to mean "softer" - it depends whether you're stood on your head or not.)
  Simple Minds took a certain way with rhythm and motion to it limits; they've now shook away what was becoming a kind of concussion, to be left with a very clear head. And, clearly, a heat. 'Melting' is a useful word to use in connection with this record. Not only are the known Minds cliches melting into new forms and shapes, but also more general cliches melt into new meanings. The familiar deliciously fails in on itself. This 'melting' results in an exotic re-orientation. Indeed, and this is perhaps because the Minds' aspirations sometimes seemed too great for the pop context to hold, the music contained here is as searching a representation of the meltings between what is 'memory' and what is 'imagination' as that which troubles me in the workings of Beckett and Baudelaire. New Golden Dream(sic) is the perfect attack upon those who think POP too small to think big.
  The group, confounding banal limitations and their duff reputation as kids muddling in areas roughly outside their scope, have outgrown what was previously their defiant restlessness, a celebrated stoicism, and turned their song into an adventure: an adventure embedded in memory/imagination, patient and dark, as intoxicating as the adventure of Buckley, as personally aggressive as the adventure of Joy Division. It is responsible to no one and nothing, it is sensation for sensation's sake, but it takes the working listener to wherever, it suggests to the working listener that ... everything is possible.
 Let's face it, it's a glorious achievement to produce something that works generously in the usual sweet way tucked inside the trivialised pop context, yet that stretches far beyond those coloured walls to stand strong as an exhilarated, canny comment on the "state of the world's flow", on the position of hope and anxiety. There's plenty of light and melody through the 'Dream' to please you; but enough heat to chill you. There's a number of outstanding instrumental performances to turn to - Forbes' arrogantly shrewd and eager guitar, MacNeil's expressive and seemingly infallible keyboarding - but 'Dreams' music is something that succeeds smoothly yet provocatively as 'a whole'. A rippling, humming, beating, rustling, driving, melting 'whole', with Kerr's voice, his glancing, broken words, as if tiny holes allowing glimpses into the worldview that enabled such noble music to appear. The 'whole' is an ardent, tender sound that sweeps and sways between the sly and the open with pleasured mastery; as for Kerr's 'holes', there's nothing wrong with his spelling, his spelling is binding, his images and touches spellbinding. If previously he could be irritating, now he and his words insist on response. And measure the words' intrigue by the depth of that response. The working listener will be quietly, carefully, profoundly re-placed.
  The absolutely gripping opening song Someone Somewhere (In Summertime) immediately announces that Simple Minds have shed old skin. What accounts for this shedding, the 'melting', the shaking away of concussion, is the group swallowing the pill of simplicity: rather than try to make a point or point towards mystery through a rush and rush of overcompensation - this is where many other groups, ie. Bauhaus, flip and flop into the muddle of futility - the group have moved out into the opening of understatement, tweaking will and snatching heart through implication. It's the kind of simplicity Joy Division smashed into accidentally and to devastating effect: a proof of articulacy and sensitivity through keen selectivity. The two '82 singles Promised You A Miracle and Glittering Prize fit into this record not blatant shows of concession for the charts but as bright, confident celebrations of this simplicity: the group scatter their assault rather than channel it. Listening to the completely satisfying instrumental Somebody Up There Likes You it sounds as though Simple Minds believe they a creating magic: and in a way they are, conjuring up from nowhere such vital, cajoling systems as Big Sleep and King Is White And In The Crowd, systems that will connect themselves to your experiences without wasting your time or minimising your energy. The title track confirms that Simple Minds' diagnosis of what is up and down about the bits and pieces of the world is as shocking, shaming and indignant as any pop group's. And then when Herbie Hancock glides in to embellish the lovely Hunter And The Hunted, one doesn't sense a clumsy, irrelevant intrusion by a name pianist with a huge erratic musical background, just an apt, almost hidden contribution by one musician to the effort of other musicians. It's a fine moment, sealing the group's (radiant) simplicity, and claiming that the group can exist on any terms - no longer must they be locked into a strained art-pop closet.     So certainly this is Simple Minds' most distinguished collection. It also continues, powerfully, a period of music that melts and scatters around For Your Pleasure, Correct Use Of Soap, Closer, Sulk, Tin Drum, a music that went to follow through how Iggy somersaulted through good and bad possibilities, how Reed reached below the functional surfaces of city life, how Bowie travelled, how Hamill hoped, how Eno twisted and treated the pop song to the edge of 'the marvellous'. A music swerving and unnerving through recollection and recognition and habit and faded sensations ... searching for connections and new vantage points, using pop to mind more about memory than the order of guitar notes. Simple Minds have produced something as inventive, as cleansing, as suggestive as anything by the musicians, The Heroes, who first inspired them to form around the days and nights in Glasgow. This will thrill them, for it is still in them to be thrilled. And what will thrill you is that it is possible to pluck something as special and triumphant as this out from amidst all the painful failures. Its uses are abstract, but its signifance is universal. And the feeling grows, as I listen, that they're just beginning.
FOUR
AND NOW you begin...
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New Gold Dream (81,82,83,84)
'Glasgow Kisses - Classic Albums Re-Visited'
David Stubbs - 'Uncut' Magazine May 2002 (UK)
 
Nineteen-eighty-two, the year of Simple Minds' sixth and best album, was one of the greatest in music history. There was a thriving Club Culture, fed by the subversive narcissism of the new romantics, and across the water an explosion of synth-funk innovation, from Larry Levan's The Peech Boys to Afrika Bambaataa, all of which fed the sensibilities of popists introverts New Order and Scritti Politti. The year also saw ABC's The Lexicon Of Love, The Associates' Sulk and, the third in that great trilogy of impossibly romantic, untoppable new-pop albums, Simple Minds' New Gold Dream (81,82,83,84).
 
From their raucous beginnings as Johnny And The Self Absuers, Simple Minds had been liked to refinement and a sense of the epic by a love of groups like Chic, but also by Eno, Roxy Music, Neu! and La Dusseldorf. They swiftly rejected the glum and parochial chrysalis of punk in order to find a sound that straddled the biggest and best of America and Europe: cinematic, transcendental, the stuff of distant dreams rather than gloomy quotidian realities - and if that sounds 'apolitical', remember this is the sort of 'politics' pop is very often, most effective at.
 
With Empires And Dance (1980), featuring 'I Travel', it was clear that Simple Minds had listened to the right German groups, watched the right European movies, read the right texts as they inter-railed across the continents. As brilliant a musical transcription of their experiences as it is - check the slide projection effects of '30 Frames A Second' - you can make out the joins of their influences.
 
 
 
With the follow-up albums, 1981's simultaneously released Sons and Fascination and Sister Feelings Call, Simple Minds broke another punk taboo. Not only did Jim Kerr talk in interviews of his love of Genesis (circa The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway) but they hired Steve Hillage, the ultimate prog hippie, as producer. For those more interested in the credible than the incredible, this was heresy. Kerr's pomp baritone, meanwhile, bristled with vaulting, epic ambition. But so it might with tracks like 'The American', 'Theme For Great Cities' and 'Seeing Out The Angels', Simple Minds were on the point of achieving a unique synthesis of pop, prog, punk, funk and avant-garde.
 
Come New Gold Dream and Simple Minds enjoyed critical worship and every prospect of a vast, dawning fan base. If they wanted to take over the world, there were plenty willing to hold Kerr's coat: "Anything is possible..." Indeed.
 
 
 
For the cover art, the Minds eschewed the oblique modernist tendencies of previous sleeves for a typeface and aura suggestive of some rekindled mediaeval mysticism. Had the contents been less than brilliant, more impertinent attention might have been paid to this conceit.
 
As it was, New Gold Dream glistened like a grail from it's opening chimes. On 'Someone Somewhere In Summertime', Michael MacNeil's keyboards are reminiscent of Abba's 'Dancing Queen' (according to a mischievous Paul Morley, the best new music was "post-Abba rather than post-punk") as Kerr hints at a shimmering and elusive fictional or authentically imagined state of environmental ecstasy: "Moments burn, slow burning golden nights, once more see city lights...". 'Colous Fly And Catherine Wheel' equally twists and flickers and falters - grammar and sequence collapse to great effect. "Great times attack inexpensive thrills... catch a boy fell falling in love fell falling.." In conjuction with the intricate interplay between MacNeil's keyboards and guitarist Charlie Burchill, there's a perfect, dazzling sense about these non sequitars.
 
'Promised You A Miracle', which became the band's first hit single, makes what has come before it seems like small fireworks. "Promises, promises as golden days break wondering." What's so great about this track, and indeed 'Big Sleep', isn't just it's combination of stinging riff with delicate mosaic musical colouring, but it's subtle rhythmical patterns, which are a feature of the whole album. There's no programming on New Gold Dream (though credit must surely go to producer, arranger and engineer Peter Walsh). Instead, three drummers were used, Mike Ogletree, Mel Gaynor and on 'Promised You A Miracle', former Skids drummer Kenny Hislop. Interwoven with Derek Forbes busy, funkified bass, the rhythms never tumble to 4/4 earth, seeming to dance and shape-shift in mid-air, like the aurora borealis.
 
 
 
Following 'Somebody Up There Likes You', a golden, dawn-breaking instrumental follow-up to 'Theme For Great Cities', which was generally the opener for gigs around this time, comes the title track, in which all of the pent-up energy of the album is finally unleashed with full-on locomotive optimism, a sort of celestial bullet train. "Crashing beats and fantasy, setting sun in front of me" - it's as close to anthemic as the album gets, a chant for the New Pop Class of 1982 who didn't know that Howard Jones and Nik Kershaw, were around the next corner.
 
'Glittering Prize' teeters gracefully, a stately but snowblinding display of the jumbled motifs on New Gold Dream - clear skies, dreams, romantic moments that are both perfect but transient and uncertain. It's these last qualities that distinguish Simple Minds from U2, whose open-air, sanguine tendencies, while bracing, lack intricacy or nuance.
 
 
 
With 'Hunter And The Hunted', the album begins to draw to a close and cast long shadows. "Kyoto in the snow but heaven's far away," sighs Kerr, who even alludes to "the side effects of cruising at the speed of light, the side effects of living in temptation," as if aware of the impending mortality of the moment captured on the album. Yet in the autumn of it's 40-odd-minute life, it seems more beautiful than it's springtime promise, as encapsulated in guest player Herbie Hancock's magnificent, meandering solo - kudos to the lateral thinker who got him on board.
 
Finally, there's the oblique and inconclusive 'King Is White And In The Crowd', with it's surreal mix of Simple Minds' influences, from Eno to Abba to Krautrock, and the sense that the much-vaunted concept of perfect pop is both fleeting and fragile - or 'powerful and transient'. MacNeil's decaying synth tones, the measured rhythmical pace and Burchill's fire fly guitars all amount to a dignified fade-out into the dying light, leaving questions and ambiguities still hanging in the dark, electric air.

 
 
After New Gold Dream, Simple Minds gigged incessantly and became addicted to stadium crowds. The Steve Lillywhite produced Sparkle In The Rain (1983) had it's moments, but after 1985's 'Don't You (Forget About Me)', a song not written by them but for the film the Breakfast Club (it had already been rejected by Bryan Ferry), the Minds' golden sound lapsed into turgid, leaden parody. The political consciousness of 'Belfast Child' (1989) and Amnesty International campaigning did them more credit but seemed to lend a pious starch to their sound.
 
In a sense, though, the decline that followed New Gold Dream was the point. New Pop was only ever a glimpse, not a sustainable proposition - a break in the clouds, a shaft of sun. The moment may have passed but, 20 years on, New Gold Dream sounds as pristine and out of time as when it was first released.
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New Gold Dreams (81-82-83-84) [A&M, 1983] Robert Christgau
With more effort than hedonism should ever require, I make out three or maybe four full-fledged melodies on this self-important, mysteriously prestigious essay in romantic escape. Though the textures are richer than in ordinary Anglodisco, they arouse nary a spiritual frisson in your faithful synesthetician. Auteur Jim Kerr is Bowie sans stance, Ferry sans pop, Morrison sans rock and roll. He says simple, I say empty and we both go home. C+

Sunday, December 22, 2013

Choosing a band name. The Origins of 'The Teardrop Explodes'

At some point I'll review Kilimanjaro or Wilder. Two wonderful records! Never a great comic fan but this is one of the great band names.This is cribbed from The Quietus website.

Tome On The Range

'Psychedelic Brilliance: The Marvelous Origin Of The Teardrop Explodes
Aug Stone , August 6th, 2012 09:13

Seldom has a band name been quite so evocative as that of Liverpool's The Teardrop Explodes. Here, band members and associates recall how that name's "psychedelic brilliance" was first unearthed from the pages of an old Marvel comic book.
 


 
The very first word bubble on the very first page of Daredevil Vol. 1 #77, …And So Enters the Amazing Spider-Man, reads "Like no other story in the Marvel Age of Comics… this one's for you, sports fan--!" It could just as well have read "music fan". For it was this June 1971 issue that would give The Teardrop Explodes their name.

Fast-forward seven years, to September 1978.
The setting: 14 Rodney Street, Liverpool. Paul Simpson's first floor bed-sit. "A hang-out and port of call for both the cool people and the crazies", as Julian Cope would later relate in his enormously entertaining autobiography, Head-On.

Simpson, original keyboard player in The Teardrop Explodes, found the comic in the basement, left behind by the previous tenant, local musician and actor, Ozzie Yue (Father Ted, Lara Croft: Tomb Raider, Nuns On The Run).

Yue says: "I lived there for three or four years when I was a hairy rock musician, a member of Supercharge. I don't have a great recollection of the comics but they definitely could have migrated into the flat along with the NMEs, Melody Makers, Beat Instrumentals and Guitar mags (to say nothing of the Playboys and Mayfairs) that passed through during that time, either mine or other members of the band."



As noted on the last page of that Daredevil, "In this crazy world, fate sometimes takes a hand."
Paul Simpson says: "When Julian, Mick Finkler, drummer Dave Pickett and myself were discussing band names, I just happened to be idly flicking through the comic and was taken by the frame in the story that read something like 'Suddenly over central park... The Teardrop Explodes', suggesting it to the others. Mick and I were not entirely convinced but Julian thought it was psychedelic brilliance."
Cope confirms this in Head On. "There was this story, in a Super D.C. comic, about a battle in Central Park, involving Namur, the undersea god, and the superhero, Daredevil. The whole story comes to a climax as the sun blots out and suddenly, for no reason at all, the Teardrop Explodes. It made no sense, the story made no sense at all. We tried to figure it out and we couldn't. But it was a great name for a group. I loved it. It was like The 13th Floor Elevators or The Chocolate Watchband. And no-one had a name like that. September '78 was all short dour names. Ours was far-fucking-out."
Original guitarist Mick Finkler: "We were looking for a name for the band, and had almost settled on A Shallow Madness. We threw loads of other ideas around, I seem to remember suggesting A Russian Beauty (fucking hell, so young and so pretentious), then one fine day we were round at Paul Simpson's and he showed us the comic strip, saying 'What do you think of this for a name?' It just looked right. It was the whole look of the frame with 'Suddenly... The Teardrop Explodes' that sold it to us really. The comic itself had no relevance to our choice of name, it was simply that phrase and the vaguely psychedelic look of the artwork which fitted in with our sixties obsession and desire for a name that was slightly left-field of everything else that was happening."

In Cope's version of events, Pickett was already gone and the three were looking for a drummer. At Liverpool's legendary Eric's club that same evening, Cope asked Gary Dwyer to join the band. "When he heard the name, he looked down at me and said, 'You've gotta weird one there, Julian.'" And at Christmas later that year, when Cope told his mother what his band was called, "She gave me her best withering look and said, 'Oh, you'll get a long way with that name.'"

But "psychedelic brilliance" it was. Bill Drummond, the group's producer and manager says: "I heard the name before I ever saw the comic. Julian and I were driving a van to Kirkby, a little ways outside Liverpool, to pick up a mattress when he told me and I thought, 'That's genius!' I knew a band with that name would be great. It wasn't until later that I saw the comic and I thought that was great too."
Alan Gill, Dalek I Love You guitarist, who briefly took over from Finkler, isn't familiar with the comic but says when he first heard that name he thought "it was wicked, a good name for a psychedelic group".

And Gary Dwyer's present day opinion? "It's one of the best names ever. And Echo & The Bunnymen, of course. Back then there were a lot of crazy names, you'd sit in a café and you'd form a band and by the end of the day you'd have disbanded before ever even playing a gig."
Speaking of The Bunnymen, let's take a closer look at that panel. The full text of which reads :
"AND THEN… IT HAPPENS - - FILLING THE WINTERED GLADES OF CENTRAL PARK WITH AN UNEARTHLY WHINE - - PAINTING THE LEAF-BARE BRANCHES WITH GOLDEN FIRE - -"
"THE TEARDROP EXPLODES!"
"FOR ECHOING SECONDS, THE SKY IS FILLED WITH SILVER WEBS OF LIGHTNING, - - AND, WITH THE GLOW'S FADING, A NEW MENACE IS REVEALED…"
'Echoing seconds'. Cope's friendship and rivalry with Ian McCulloch is well-documented in Head-On. Early on they formed The Crucial Three with Pete Wylie. And then the two had A Shallow Madness with the rest of the early Teardrops (Simpson, Pickett, Finkler) until they kicked Mac out for always being late. McCulloch began working with Will Sergeant, Les Pattinson, and a drum machine, and Cope offered them a support slot at Eric's on November 15th, 1978, for the very first gig by the newly christened The Teardrop Explodes (The Teardrops would split up four years later to the day).

The permanently unwashed Paul Ellerbeck, 'Smelly Elly', suggested the name Echo & The Bunnymen to Mac's new outfit and they were off.
'Echoing seconds'. Cope says: "I had mixed feelings about the name. I wanted us to be the only group with a long psychedelic title. They would never have dared if we hadn't gone first." This order would soon be turned around, and Head-On is filled with stories of Julian feeling The Teardrops always came second to The Bunnymen, who were the first to get a record deal and much beloved by Bill Drummond. (For the mythology of the Bunnymen name, with its Eternal Rabbit Spirit and the search for this Trickster figure's presence, see Bill Drummond's essay From The Shores Of Lake Placid taken from his peerless book, 45.)


The Teardrop Explodes
Back to The Teardrops. Were they right to think the story made no sense? …And So Enters the Amazing Spider-Man, written by Gerry Conway and drawn by Gene Colan, seems to come out of nowhere. Following on from a two issue battle with freedom fighter El Condor in the fictional South American country of Delvadia and coming right before the introduction of Man-Bull, Daredevil Vol.1 #77 finds Daredevil back in a Manhattan where not only has Spider-Man entered his storyline, but Namor The Sub-Mariner has also arrived in New York.

For the first seven pages, Daredevil and Spider-Man fling themselves through the city, feeling sorry for themselves, each having lost the one girl they truly love, and brooding on the burden a superhero carries with him – the need to do right at the cost of all else, especially their personal lives. Meanwhile a sullen and disguised Namor is in Central Park, having been drawn there by an unknown force.



Editor Stan Lee points out in a footnote, the "NOW ON SALE! SUBMARINER #39" gives a "full background on Namor's bitterness". Penned by Roy Thomas, "…And Here I'll Stand!" sees Namor flying from Florida to New York City. There he transforms an abandoned prison island into what he hopes will be his new temporary home as he learns to live amongst his father's people (lest we forget, Namor is half-human half-Atlantean, "Marvel's First Mutant"). Hopes that is, until a battle with the authorities sees this fortress demolished. And so Namor takes to the skies once again, still anguished by "an age-old throne renounced and a beauteous bride slain".

But we don't know any of this if we're just reading Daredevil. And there's more still we're unaware of - for it was even considered necessary to warn the DD reader on page 3: "DON'T FRET, FRIENDS - - YOU HAVEN'T MISSED AN ISSUE…THINGS HAPPEN BETWEEN ISSUES TOO, YOU KNOW".
Jumping back into Daredevil and Central Park, with Sub-Mariner all wrapped up the same, he soon throws off his coat and hat when a radiant teardrop-shaped vessel in the sky calls out "I would have words with the one called Namor!" An extended fight scene follows, as DD and then Spider-Man arrive, both mistakenly believing Namor responsible for the disturbance in the heavens. Daredevil, mid-fight, continues to reflect on the vulnerability of the superhero, "we're all too human - - too open to our feelings, our emotions", and Namor's soul is also "most tender".



After the explosion, before we can see what the teardrop holds, the story cuts to DD's lost love, the actress Karen Page, returning to New York, herself torn apart by her love for Matt Murdock, AKA Daredevil. Then a full-page splash with the superheroes, policemen, and a camera crew all captivated by the young woman revealed within the teardrop. She beckons Namor to her and, sensing power in him, invites Spider-Man too. These three whisk off to a 'world within our world', and as the teardrop disappears from view, we are told that 'the memory of the incident vanishes as well'. DD returns home to have just missed a phonecall from Karen Page, and that's it. There are no further mentions of this strange ship in the sky in subsequent Daredevil adventures.

The word does not actually appear anywhere on the page, but Simpson, Cope, and Finkler all use "suddenly" when describing the lightning-like blast of inspiration that hit them in Rodney Street that day. Although Gerry Conway, the writer of the issue, is not familiar with the group, he comments, "My collaborator Gene Colan was always creating terrific visuals, and I can see how the ones in that issue - and maybe some of my adolescently florid writing - might affect a musician. It was during the very early days of my initial stint at Marvel, and I was in awe of the opportunity I'd been given to write characters I'd read about only a few years earlier. I was still a teenager, probably only eighteen or so, when I got the Daredevil assignment, and I was fairly rough-hewn around the edges. My skill set was still, shall we say, developing."

Dwyer and Simpson each have the original comic, while Dave Balfe (keyboardist, manager, co-owner of Zoo label, later founded Food Records and signed Blur) has 'a copy of that particular comic strip section on his downstairs loo wall'.

As for comics in general, Alan Gill remembers reading a few DC Comics and Fantastic Four as a kid, but "wouldn't say they were a big thing for me", and Gary Dwyer, whilst loving sci-fi, isn't really a big comics fan.

Mick Finkler: "I have to admit I had no interest in comics then and no interest now! Paul was, and still is, a style guru and a generally brilliant mind. Julian was a bit clueless at the time when it came to stuff like that, as were the rest of us."

Paul Simpson would soon leave the group to form his own, indeed brilliant, The Wild Swans. Bill Drummond considers their debut single, 'Revolutionary Spirit', his favourite Zoo release, and they continue, in different forms, to put out excellent records to this day. Their 2011 album, The Coldest Winter For A Hundred Years, is one of the best albums released this millennium. And the b-side of the same name is a lovely reminiscence of another Liverpool residence, shared with genius Bunnymen drummer Pete DeFreitas, whose previous tenants included "a pre-acid Julian Cope, a young Courtney Love, and Pete Burns of Dead Or Alive and cosmetic surgery fame". Paul would also front the ace 80s pop duo Care with Ian Broudie.



And as for comics, Simpson: "As a child growing up in the late 1960's I first began collecting Commando, Air-Ace and War Picture Library before discovering Fantastic and Terrific. These were badly printed UK licences featuring Marvel characters like Thor, Iron Man, X-Men and The Sub Mariner, but I soon lost interest when I became aware of girls. In fact, I forgot about comics entirely until the early 1980's when Ian Broudie turned me on to 2000AD, which I instantly fell in love with and bought every week for the next five years until it started to lose its edge. For me 2000AD's classic years felt much like the early punk rock scene - readers felt they were part of an anarchic private club. Famously the city blocks in bad-ass future cop Judge Dredd's Mega City One were often named after characters in the previous month's episodes of Coronation Street or obscure 1970's wrestlers, and the sheer inventiveness of the storylines kept me hooked.

"I then moved on to Hellblazer, Watchmen, V For Vendetta and Bryan Talbot's The Adventures Of Luthor Arkwright but I was particularly fond of the more obscure independent titles like Larry Marder's Tales of the Beanworld. Despite having the most rudimentary black and white artwork ever, it brilliantly depicts the search for meaning in life and the magic of art, music and spirituality. I briefly collected comics by Manchester publisher Savoy; nasty, misogonistic, near pornographic titles like Meng and Ecker and Lord Horror. Flaming Carrot is an absolute must buy, as is Reid Fleming, World's Toughest Milkman.

"I tracked down all but one of Moebius's Titan reissue collections on Ebay a few years ago, before they became too expensive. He's the Jimi Hendrix of comic art, a one-off genius, but top of the pile for me is a comic by author Steve Aylett called The Caterer, a fake early 70's comic purported to be written by non-existent sci-fi author Jeff Lint. Like the novel Lint, it's the most surreal thing you'll ever read. I had to send off to the US for it. It's supposed to be Issue 3 of a series but I know for a fact that no others exist, it's a piss-taking, brain-scrambling art piece. [Read our Quietus interview with Steve Aylett here] My son has now got into comics and can't believe I've just given him original 1st printings of the entire Watchmen and V For Vendetta series and a three-foot-tall stack of vintage 2000AD."

Dave Balfe: "I used to be a massive comic fan as a kid. I had tons of Green Lantern etc., Marvel & DC comics, until I accidentally left my entire collection behind when returning from a foreign holiday – shouldn't have taken them with me. One of the great tragedies of my childhood, as far as I'm concerned. I had a brief revival with them in that great period in the mid-to-late-80s when Moore's Watchmen, Miller's Dark Knight, and other great 'graphic novels' hit the scene. I've still got the entire Watchmen original issues framed in twelve frames on my wall – I bought them as they were released. Best graphic novel of all time, as far as I'm concerned. I was a bit more a Silver Surfer fan than Daredevil, but I'm afraid I had no strong feelings or thoughts on either."

Bill Drummond is also a big comics fan. I met him building shelves outside The Idler Bookshop in West London where his sculpture, One Thousand Books #1, began its tour in May. Along with the above van story, he fondly remembered Will Sergeant introducing him to Alan Moore's 'brilliant reworking of Swamp Thing' when it came out. Then Bill told me that he recently realized he himself was becoming a superhero, The Lone Sweeper. In his van he had the manifesto, written in the bath the night before, and costume – broom, orange roadwork vest, Homburg to obscure his face. He was off to Paris the next day to sweep the Champs-Élysées, beginning at the Arc De Triomphe.

And what became of Namor and Spider-Man, swept off in a ship whose shape would give two future songwriting geniuses the name to their first proper band? It's all there in Sub-Mariner #40, In The Name Of Turalla!