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Showing posts with label care. Show all posts
Showing posts with label care. Show all posts

Tuesday, 17 September 2024

Bagging Area Book Club Chapter Four

I haven't done a Bagging Area Book Club post since June and have several things lined up to write about. Previous posts took in the Weird Walk fanzine, a quartet of Benjamin Myers novels and Richard  Norris' autobiography. One of my summer holiday reads was Revolutionary Spirit: A Post Punk Exorcism by Paul Simpson. Paul was a Liverpool face, in an early bedroom band with Ian McCulloch and Julian Cope (A Shallow Madness) and in a band with Will Sergeant before that (Industrial Domestic), one of the Eric's crowd, friend of the Bunnymen, a member of the early Teardrop Explodes, worked behind the counter at the Armadillo Tea Rooms on Matthew Street, flatmate of Pete de Freitas (and briefly Courtney Love) in the Devonshire Road flat that Cope vacated after the break up of his first marriage, founder member and singer/ guitarist of The Wild Swans, and half of Care with Ian Broudie- and that's a very potted history of the highlights. 

His book is a delight. He writes in the present tense, a deliberate decision to give the prose immediacy and to avoid reflection perhaps, everything happening on the page in front of you. Paul is a witty, eloquent, and elegant writer, a storyteller and has the gift of bringing the past/ his past to life. There are parallels between his early life and his friend Will Sergeant's (who has written the first two volumes of his own memoirs). Both have overbearing, emotionally unavailable fathers, men from a generation suffering from undiagnosed post- war stress. Both seek out others who share their outsider interests- music, Bowie, dressing up- seeking refuge in the burgeoning punk scene in Liverpool city centre. Paul recounts the violence of life in Liverpool in the mid- to- late 70s where looking different was genuinely dangerous. He has a pin- point memory for the importance of clothes to him and his friends, the army surplus shops and charity shops that provided him and them with their post- punk look- jodhpurs, leather flying jackets, pleated pegged trousers, a candy striped ambulance driver's shirt, army boots from the Spanish Civil War, the barber's down by the docks that do the ultimate 1940s short back and sides. For a while, everyone on the scene is competing to have the ultimate short back and sides. 

It's clear from the book that Paul has suffered from repeated episodes of poor mental health. He describes a childhood mental breakdown under a bridge and he self- sabotages bands repeatedly, walking away from the Teardrops, abandoning Broudie and Care at the verge of success, as well as  having the first incarnation of The Wild Swans abandon him and form The Lotus Eaters (and according to Paul stealing his chord sequence and having a hit with it- First Picture Of You in 1982). His life in his flat on Rodney Street is described in epic detail, deep nights in with Will Sergeant and psychedelics, the world of 80s Liverpool vividly drawn. .

The book opens with a short chapter about The Wild Swans and their legendary 1982 single Revolutionary Spirit, a song that came out on 12" only with a beautiful minimal sleeve design on Zoo. It was recorded and produced by Pete de Freitas, at his expense, and for some reason it was accidentally recorded in mono with barely audible bass. Revolutionary Spirit surges, the guitars urging the song on, a whirl of drama and at- the- edge dynamics, Paul's highly charged, romantic lyrics skirting the line between pretension and poetry- 'Lost in the delta of Venus/ Lost in the welter of shame/ Deep in the forest of evil/ We embark on a new crusade', a sort of pre- Raphaelite psychedelia.

Revolutionary Spirit

It's a phenomenal piece of post- punk pop, inexplicably great. In the hyper- competitive Liverpool scene Cope and McCulloch are dismissive of it, obviously. As Paul notes in his book though, as far as he's concerned it's not even the best Wild Swans song- that honour goes to a song only recorded for a Peel Session and not released until 1986, No Bleeding.

Care, Paul and Ian Broudie, only recorded a handful of singles. Paul doesn't even seem entirely sure in  his book why he walks away from Care. Flaming Sword, a 1983 single, is on the verge of going mainstream. Radio 1, TV, videos lined up, interviews being conducted and Paul runs away back to Liverpool, breaking his contract and skint. Care's debut was My Boyish Days, a perfect slice of 1983 pop. 

My Boyish Days (12" version)

The Wild Swans gain a second and then third life. A version from the late 80s spilt in 1990. They reformed in 2009. Bizarrely, they were massively popular in the Philippines. The book opens with Paul and a new version of the band including old school friend and ex- Bunnyman Les Pattinson on bass, a hurricane about to hit Manila as the band prepare to play a huge outdoor gig and Paul paranoid that members of the band are grumbling about payments. From there his autobiography goes backwards and then forwards in time, Paul eventually reaching some kind of equanimity, a reckoning with his past and the his depression. In 2011 Paul and the then version of The Wild Swans released an album called The Coldest Winter For A Hundred Years, Paul re- united again with fellow founder Wild Swan Ged Quinn. It is a beautiful piece of work, in part a tribute to the late, great Pete de Freitas who died in June 1989, Paul's flatmate in the 1980s, a man who everyone who knew him describes as being a beautiful soul. This is English Electric Lightning, literate, chiming guitar pop. The album is in some ways a musical and poetic version of the book, a reflection on his life. I can't recommend either highly enough. 



Sunday, 14 July 2024

Thirty Five Minutes Of England Mix

I’m really not a very patriotic person at all, it being as Oscar Wilde said, 'the last refuge of the scoundrel'. The markers of patriotism have always felt like nonsense to me- the flag (either of them, the cross of St. George and the Union flag), the national anthem, the monarchy, the Little England attitudes, the English exceptionalism, all of it does nothing for me. It makes no sense at all that someone who was born in Carlisle, Dover or Chester is in some way better than someone born a few miles away in Wrexham, Calais or Dumfries. Pride in one's country and it's achievements is I suppose OK to an extent but that pride often tips over into nationalism and exceptionalism and has a habit of hiding or ignoring some parts of a nation's history too. 

Supporting the England football team has always been tainted with all of the nonsense too. It's not necessarily the team's fault, they're partly just the vehicle for it. Tabloid controversies about whether the players are singing the national anthem with enough ‘passion’. Songs about winning two world wars, ten German bombers and no surrender to the I.R.A. Grown men dressed as crusader knights. The England band (thankfully now missing). Car flags and cheap red cross on white background bunting sagging in the summer rain. The booing by their own fans of players taking the knee to protest against racism. The deluge of racist messages that Bukayo Saka, Marcus Rashford and Jadon Sancho received after missing their penalties in the 2021 Euro final. This was almost the last straw as far as I was concerned, ‘fans’ who would have been dancing in the streets if the penalty kicks had been a few inches one way or the other, taking to social media to racially abuse the young men who were taking part in a game was sickening and reflective of the wider culture- of Reform and UKIP, of Tory Little England politics, of the immigration narrative that Farage and Johnson and others fuelled by the tabloid press have spewed into British politics and English culture, of the nationalist nonsense that is only ever a sentence away from racism and the 'I'm not racist but...' brigade. 

The football team have dragged me back in over the last four weeks. I've tried to remain a bit arm's length from it, not get too invested. I boycotted the Qatar World Cup, hardly saw any of it, so it passed me by completely. But there was a sweet pleasure in watching the England penalties against Switzerland last Saturday, as five black and mixed race young men calmly slotted home their penalty kicks, the first and second generation descendants of immigrants putting England into a Euro semi- final. Where, as someone asked on social media after the match, are the racists now? Another of those children of immigrants, Ollie Watkins, scored the winner on Wednesday night, in the last second of the last minute of normal time.  

Tonight, England play Spain in the final of Euro ’24 in Berlin. This is a major achievement, the second consecutive Euros final. Those of us who grew up watching England in the 80s and 90s have seen little but failure from England teams. Sometimes they have been truly awful- the Euros in ’88, ’92 and 2016, the World Cup in 2014. Sometimes they’ve been massively overinflated and departed meekly beaten by clearly better sides- tournaments in 2002, 2006, 2010, 2012. Sometimes they’ve been engulfed by (in)glorious failure with a sense of injustice- Mexico ’86, France ’98. Sometimes they’ve not even qualified for tournaments- 1994, 2008. Very occasionally they’ve pulled it together and almost but not quite got to the final- 1990 and 1996. But on the whole, even if you can ignore the nationalist bluster that surrounds them, they've been not very good. 

Recently they’ve been better and if nothing else Gareth Southgate has changed the story around the England team, blocked out ‘the noise’ as he puts it. I’ve learned to limit my expectations of England. Reaching Euro finals twice in three years is something no other England manager or team has done. Hopefully, maybe, they can go one step further tonight and put to bed the endless burden of 1966 and all that. 

This is a thirty five minute mix of songs about England with a couple of England football songs. I'm sure some of you won't go anywhere near it but I like to think of it as the antithesis of Three Lions.

Thirty Five Minutes Of England For Euro 24

  • Billy Bragg: A New England
  • The Clash: Something About England
  • The Clash: This Is England
  • Care: Sad Day For England
  • Black Grape: England's Irie
  • Shuttleworth ft. Mark E. Smith: England's Heartbeat (Brazilian Ambush)
  • The Vermin Poets: England's Poets
  • Big Audio Dynamite: Union, Jack
  • New Order: World In Motion (Call The Carabinieri Mix)

Billy Bragg's A New England is his 1983 calling card, a song about being twenty two and looking for a new girl, wishing on space hardware, and life in the early 80s. I probably should have included Kirsty McColl's cover which in some ways is the definitive version. In 2002 Billy addressed a load of the flag, nationalism, immigration, tabloid press, racism and England football shirts in his song Half- English- this only occurred to me while writing this part of the post. 

Something About England is from The Clash's 1980 album Sandinista!, a song that opens with the more resonant than ever lines, 'They say the immigrants steal the hub caps of respected gentlemen/ They say it would be wine and roses/ if England were for Englishmen again...' It's a truly great song, one where ick and Joe sing in character, Mick a young man leaving a bar and Joe an old man huddled in rags in a shop doorway. They then give us a history of the 20th century, war, depression, class struggle, disaster, all set to Clash punk/ music hall. 'Old England was all alone', they conclude.

A few years later, Mick and Topper both sacked, Joe recorded the final Clash album, Cut The Crap. The only song you really need from it is This Is England, the last great Clash song, Joe giving a state of the nation address, five years into Thatcher's government, economic depression and unemployment, with drum machines, guitars and chanting football crowds.  

Care was Paul Simpson (who will be back at this blog soon) and Ian Broudie. In 1983 Paul formed Care after The Wild Swans split for the first time. Sad Day For England was the B-side to the 12" My Boyish Days, one of only a handful of releases by the pair before they split in 1985. 

Black Grape's England's Irie was an unofficial Euro '96 song, a song that brought together Shaun Ryder, bez and Kermit with Keith Allen and Joe Strummer (and Strummer's only Top Of The Pops appearance). Shaun delivers several memorable lines, not least 'I'm spectating my wife's lactating/ It's a football thing'. I'm not sure it's aged particularly well but I thought I should include it. 

Shuttleworth were a one off band of Mark E. Smith, Ed Blaney and Jenny Shuttleworth who recorded this song for England's adventures at the 2010 World Cup in South Africa. Apparently the FA approached him to do it (!) but then decided against having an official song so Mark put it out anyway. Mark wrote a few football related songs- Theme For Sparta FC is a classic- and on one occasion read the full time results on the BBC


In the 2010 World Cup England were dreadful in the group stage, finishing second behind the USA. They lost the next game in the knock out round to Germany, 4- 1. 

The Vermin Poets were one of Billy Childish's many, many groups. Their album, Poets Of England, came out in 2010, garage rock/ psyche pop. I don't think it's among Billy's best work but anything by Billy is worth paying at least some attention to. 

Union, Jack was on Big Audio Dynamite's 1989 album Megatop Phoenix, their fourth album and the last made by the original line up. 'Make a stand/ Before you fall/ You country needs you/ To play football', Mick sings, slipping in lines the empire, pints of beer, a green and pleasant land, and all for one. A Mick Jones late 80s football song that tries to re- imagine the football song after some terrible 80s ones sung by England squads with perms, mullets and in leisure wear. Mick would find himself trumped a year later though...

World In Motion needs no introduction really- New Order, Keith Allen, John Barnes, the summer of 1990, Italia 90, a dire group stage, wins against Belgium and Cameroon and then ultimately disappointment, penalties and Germany. This version is an Andrew Weatherall and Terry Farley remix from the remix 12" that came out a week after the main one. New Order had wanted to reflect the zeitgeist of 1990 by calling the song E For England, a step too far for the FA. They had to settle for the chorus, 'love's got the world in motion'. The FA wanted it changed to 'we've got the world in motion' but New Order stood their ground and love it was.