BE incandescent and then go away,'' that's what we say around these
parts. But, well, yunno . . . at the same time we recognise that folk
have got a living to make, and all. And maybe if once having done
something brilliantly, you keep doing it long enough, you'll be good at
it again. Or words to that effect. Or maybe not.
Whatever, we cannot find it within ourselves to cast horrid
nasturtiums upon Mancunian buzz-pop deities Pete Shelley and Steve
Diggle. In truth, their Buzzcockian fizz-tune heyday came 16 bleak punk
summers ago. And their new LP, Trade Test Transmissions (Castle), tends
o'ermuch to the prosaic. But we are sure that the Scottish leg of the
Buzzcocks' current UK tour (Ayr; Aberdeen; Edinburgh; Glasgow's Cathouse
on Friday) will be worth a look.
But is it not three-and-a-half years since your initial reunion tour,
Mr Shelley? What's not been happening, me old 'cock?
An acid-glam Bet Lynch, Pete Shelley chews out an answer via rounded
Lancastrian vowels. ''It wasn't self-enforced, the delay. The difficulty
was in trying to convince the UK record industry. Lots of games were
played, but now we've a record with new songs that gives everything some
justification. If people buy it, they'll know when to clap when they
come and see us.''
Would it not be better to strike out boldly into the void, rather than
doing songs that sound like the old Buzzcocks did?
''It doesn't come from our hearts to do it differently. There's a
Buzzcocks' sound that just happens. It's natural. It's like our
accents.''
But, rather than writing more Buzzcock-style tunes with guitars,
couldn't you have done something electro-dancey -- like your wondrous
first solo single, Homo Sapien -- and inspired a hall full of lumpily
heterosexual Buzzcocks' blokes to lisp camp choruses featuring the word
''homo''?
Pete laughs, refusing to be drawn. He'd sooner talk about the new LP,
which ''articulates a wide range of otherwise-internalised ideas and
emotions, everything from the rise of neo-fascism to masturbation'', and
the fact that the band are scheduled to play in New York next month at
the prestigious New Music Seminar again.
Steve Diggle chimes in. Stateside, the Buzzcocks were always a
reference point, he observes with justifiable pride. Nirvana, Bob Mould,
R.E.M's Peter Buck; Steve's met them, and they've all admitted to having
begun by mucking about with Buzzcocks' covers. ''It's gratifying. You
can't get away from your history, but you don't want to dwell on it.
''It's not been a nostalgia thing for us since 1990. We play the new
ones live. We live in the now and in the future, athough we do the old
songs at the end for the established fans.''
In reply to accusations of a descent into Buzzcockian cliche, he is
adamant. If the Buzzcocks continuing to be the Buzzcocks is cliche'd,
then so are ''catchy, memorable choruses with simple guitar riffs,
catchy solos and harmony vocals''.
By heck, Steve's looking forward to this tour. ''There's one guy
that's going to every date. He's an accountant. By night he becomes a
Buzzcocks fan, a monster, jumping about at the front.''
What would Steve have been doing if he hadn't been a Buzzcock?
''I'd have been unemployed. I'm a conscientious objector to work. I'd
be starving in the streets! I'd have been a poet or a Coronation
flag-seller! Music told me more about life than my parents did. It told
me life's a joke. Records are precious; they turn your world upside
down.''
It is touching and probably good that a grown man can feel this way
about the redemptive power of rockenpop. Or it isn't. Give me a
Buzzcock; mature punkers doing their best, which is all they know, all
they can.
Rock off
WE had no reproachful words for Radio Scotland's rock-hating overseers
last week, but our campaign on behalf of this nation's lovers of
contemporary popular music will not simply fade away. Queen Margaret
Drive's mandarins have still to justify their sudden, scandalous
decision to denude Radio Scotland of nightly rock and pop. Likewise,
Professor Sir Graham Hills and his colleagues in the Broadcasting
Council for Scotland remain insultingly mute.
Despite John Cavanagh's welcome reappearance on weekend Radio Scotland
with his 90-minute Original Masters programme, the station's lack of
understanding of (and antipathy towards) unclassical music is as evident
as ever.
New releases
Teenage Fanclub, Radio (Creation) -- whoo-hoo! They're coming back!
Not that they've really been away! A new four-track single, out next
Monday! Tunes! Guitars! Electric! Drumming! Voices you can believe in!
Order now!
Various, Living The Nightlife (Kent) -- a 24-track collection
featuring some of the uptempo soulfulness which appeared on the Wand and
Scepter labels in the years 1964-67, thereafter to be hymned by all true
Northern soul-lovers. Chuck Jackson! Betty Lavette! Tommy Hunt! Shake
and fingerpop!
The Standells, Is This The Way That You Get Your Kicks (Big Beat) --
they hailed from Boston and pretended in the mid-sixties to be angry
proto-punks with a bad attitude, but in fact they were a teen-pop
cash-in band who were about as hard and authentic as New Kids On The
Block. The highlights of their career were (a) supporting the Rolling
Stones on an early US tour, and (b) being photographed at an airport
next to a slightly embarrassed-looking Mick Jagger. Dirty Water, a
raucous hymn to their home town's riverside nightlife, was their biggest
hit, and it must be said that it still sounds quite splendid. As does a
lot of the stuff on this compilation, in fact. What does this prove?
That pop's conveyor-belt can transform base humanity into sonic gold.
Joe Tex, Ain't Gonna Bump No More (Southbound) -- ah, those heady
disco days of the seventies! They're back! So hand me down my high-waist
34" French flares (with patch pockets)! My stack-heeled two-tone Gatsby
boots! A pint of Martini and 20 Consulate! And a one, a two, a
one-two-three-four: ''Ain't gonna bump no more with no dimensionally
extended person!'' These words weren't quite what the late Joe Tex sang.
Similarly, this compilation of material crafted in the seventies to
exploit the then-current disco boom reveals that Joe Tex was never
anything but Joe Tex: a muscular funkateer with a country tinge to his
voice and a wicked sense of humour. Solid songs; funky fun. My plea to
the recordbiz: next we need a compilation covering Joe's entire career,
from jocular sixties soul-funk (Skinny Legs And All) to disco parody
(Discomonia, wherein he satirises Rod Stewart and the Bee Gees).
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