Hard News: Friday Music: The Two Sevens Clashed
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So much is odd, teetering, a message from a world that changed
It looks great. And New Years Day 1977 is as remote now as New Years Day 1939 was in 1977.
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Russell Brown, in reply to
And New Years Day 1977 is as remote now as New Years Day 1939 was in 1977.
Man. When you put it that way ...
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Late-breaking: a murky, monochrome but awesome-sounding Talking Heads show from 1980, just emerged from some vault:
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And I really cannot recommend this film highly enough
Thoroughly absorbing! One catches glimpses of a pre-Pogues Shane McGowan in the audience in places. The comments and thoughts from the audience of Smiths was fascinating; can just imagine what Mark E Smith might have said if he had been invited?! Perhaps along the lines of
Our government's built on expense accounts
Once in, never out
A step to Rowche
Force feeding
What are the people around you taking?
Rowche RumbleRowche Rumble:
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Mike O'Connell, in reply to
There's a comment early on in the film about 1977 having much more of a turn of the millennium feel to it than 2000 ever had - a damp squib in comparison.
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Russell Brown, in reply to
There’s a comment early on in the film about 1977 having much more of a turn of the millennium feel to it than 2000 ever had – a damp squib in comparison.
Yes, I thought that was a really interesting observation.
Also, one thing I love about Britain and treasure about the time I lived there is how entwined its popular culture is with the social and political mood.
I’ve always counted myself fortunate to have been there for the acid house explosion in 1988. That was in part a shucking-off of grim Thatcherite reality. Not a resistance to it, as there had been a decade earlier, but a skipping away from it.
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Alastair Thompson, in reply to
That makes me feel so fucking old!
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Something similar to emerge from the local archives recently is this cheap-as-chips RTP video dating from 1979 of Iggy Pop badly lip synching I'm Bored while on a promotional tour to Wellington. Again; this really is another world though with the Beehive under construction, Bowen Street looks remarkably similar to how it appears today with work currently going on around the war memorial.
But it is invited audience at the reception (with Phil O'Brien and Roger Gascoigne in attendance) that just screams culture clash. If anyone can identify the venue, I'd love to know where it is. Now Iggy already had a bit of a reputation for sure but it almost seems like the promoter hit upon the idea of "lets trap the Godfather of Punk in a room half full of Elton John and Eagles fans and see if he bites". Being the gentleman that he is, Mr Pop duly obliges...http://www.nzonscreen.com/title/radio-with-pictures-iggy-pop-1979
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Russell Brown, in reply to
That makes me feel so fucking old!
I know, right?
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I just tweeted this, but realised Twitter was probably the shittest place to put it right now and deleted the tweet.
Amid all the Charlie Hebdo talk about offence and expression, I think Home Brew's 'Good God' is an interesting thing to look at in a domestic context. It's extremely offensive, but also purposeful, intelligent and angry:
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Mike O'Connell, in reply to
I think you mean 1980's, not 1980? Specifically 1988 - there we go, 8 years younger already! I thought the year acid house started was 1988 but I read this may already have been the second Summer of Love? And then the Madchester / Baggy scene kicked in more into 1989?
I do remember this being huge in '88:
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Russell Brown, in reply to
I think you mean 1980’s, not 1980? Specifically 1988
Gah! Yes. I meant 1988, brilliant year that it was for me.
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Ethan Tucker, in reply to
I meant 1988, brilliant year that it was for me.
The NZ charts weren't quite so flash - top 10 songs of the year:
1. Holidaymakers - Sweet Lovers
2. U2 - One Tree Hill
3. U2 - Desire
4. MARRS - Pump Up The Volume
5. Billy Ocean - Get Out Of My Dreams
6. Tex Pistol & Rikki Morris - Nobody Else
7. Ardijah - Watching You
8. Times Two - Cecelia
9. Belinda Carlisle - Heaven Is A Place On Earth
10. Timelords - Doctorin' The Tardis -
Grant McDougall, in reply to
The NZ charts weren’t quite so flash – top 10 songs of the year:
So what ? That doesn't negate the fact that there was a plethora of innovative, cutting edge music being made here in NZ, US, Britain and elsewhere. The charts have always been about commerce, not art.
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Grant McDougall, in reply to
If anyone can identify the venue, I’d love to know where it is.
I've exchanged a few e-mails now and again with a bloke called David MacLennan who was a scenester on the Wellington punk / post punk scene and he was there, so I'll see if he can elaborate on this.
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Just remembered: David said it was filmed on the set of late '70s - early '80s NZ soap (!) Close To Home at TVNZ's Avalon studio. David's the young guy in glasses wearing the leather jacket in the background, btw.
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Simon Grigg, in reply to
I've exchanged a few e-mails now and again with a bloke called David MacLennan who was a scenester on the Wellington punk / post punk scene and he was there, so I'll see if he can elaborate on this.
The next night a couple of us took Iggy to the Cook Street Markets' mid winter Xmas party at the Mandalay but that's another whole story.
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Simon Grigg, in reply to
Gah! Yes. I meant 1988, brilliant year that it was for me.
Same – brilliant, challenging, innovative and rather extraordinary 10 years that gets a bad rap from those that were not listening.
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Plastic People, the small, famous basement club in Shoreditch, London, closed down last week, after more than 20 years. Floating Points and Four Tet played the final night and have posted the recording of the whole evening (just shy of six hours of it) to Soundcloud:
Brilliant set list, that. We all know DJ'ing isn't brain surgery but apparently neither would trouble Sam Shepherd (Floating Points) too much as, when not beat bashing, he's currently completing his PHD in neuroscience.
http://www.m-magazine.co.uk/newmusic/featuredartist/featured-artist-floating-points/
Top that Diplo!
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Heard this on the radio yesterday and was taken back to 1979…
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Mike O'Connell, in reply to
1988 was a bittersweet year for me but it was my first full year in the UK, based in Bristol. And the bands kept on coming through. I caught the Brix-era Fall in nearby Cardiff, blown away by Mr Pharmacist.
And Camper van Beethoven, perhaps they're a little dated now, but they performed what for me was one of the best gigs I've been to anywhere. Here's Good Guys and Bad Guys:
Simon, would love to hear more about your night on the town with Mr Osterberg - perhaps an Audio Culture post beckons?!
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Simon Grigg, in reply to
Simon, would love to hear more about your night on the town with Mr Osterberg – perhaps an Audio Culture post beckons?!
Funny thing is Mike, is that various sources place the trip as July and given that it was the mid-winter ball I think that's right.
And, I talk about it here (where I say 1980 but that's wrong).
But - expanding on that (and I didn't work this out until last year), the Ig had convinced EMI it was his birthday (which I now know is April 21, not mid-July) and so they gave him a cake and made a bit of a deal about it. We all went back to the Intercontinental to have the cake and then went to dinner. I can't remember exactly where we went but Auckland was sparse in those days so who knows. Then Iggy wanted to go out so a few of us (me and a couple of EMI folk) took him to the party.
As I recall it all got a little drunken and have no real memory of when Iggy left or how?
This pic, which has done the rounds in the last couple of years, was was taken by Chris Slane earlier in the day at Taste Records (me on the left).
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Ian Dalziel, in reply to
tasty...
This pic...
Nice to see Mr Terence Hogan (graphic designer par excellence) leaning at the back there, by the Zappa heads...
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David Maclennan, in reply to
OK, let's set the record straight: it is me in the background, but the jacket was an old op-shop suit jacket, not a leather one. The indoor scenes for the clip were fimed in Wellington in July '79 (I could look up the exact date) at a posh restaurant called No.13 Boulcott St - a building with a long and colourful history, but that's another story. It was a surreal scene: all these media & record company liggers, and a handful of us punks who'd managed to get in. The bit where Iggy clouted that woman after she tossed wine at him was not pre-planned, I'm sure. After the filming Iggy sat in a corner and talked with us punks, totally ignoring everyone else. Later he turned up at the Rock Theatre in Vivian St when local punks The Normals were playing. He just sat in a coner by himself, but no one dared to approach him...
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