Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds – He Wants You / Babe, I’m On Fire (Mute Records single, 2003)

Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 'He Wants You / Babe, I'm On Fire' 10" artwork

mute records | 10″/cd mute290 | 02/06/2003

The contrast between the two tracks from Nocturama that were released together as the album’s second single couldn’t be more divergent. ‘He Wants You’ is the sort of high balladry that Nick Cave had made his own by the time of the fourteenth Bad Seeds album, a sort of more embellished and plaintive version of the introspection that had first become evident around the time of The Boatman’s Call. Only, somehow, with its filigree piano lines and quiet, romantic murmurings, it seems a more exaggerated version of that period. It really is a beautiful song, one that crams so many illustrative gestures into its verses before an elegant simplicity takes over. The song appears to describe a man who will do absolutely anything he can do to get the woman of his dreams; but this isn’t the kind of obsessed character a far wilder Cave described on something like ‘From Her To Eternity’ – this is a far gentler, resolute and upstanding man. ‘He is straight and he is true,‘ he sings and we’re left thinking the persuer is a pretty nice bloke.

The wilder side of Nick Cave and his Bad Seeds comes to the fore on the edit of ‘Babe, I’m On Fire’, cut down from its fourteen minute album version to a tidy four minutes, wherein frantic organ lines and stream-of-consciousness lyrics cover everything from terrorism, right-wing politics, agriculture and even manages a nice backslapping name check of the members of the band. ‘Babe, I’m On Fire’ is urgent, messy and a bit of a musical trainwreck that feels improvised and sprawling and doesn’t appear to want to take itself too seriously, a band letting their collective hair down at the behest of their leader.

The single was backed with two extra tracks from the Nocturama sessions. ‘Little Ghost Song’ hinges on the same chorus from the album’s ‘Right Out Of Your Hand’ but sees Cave and Conway Savage harmonising unevenly together. Previous vocal pairings of the two have always been pretty tight, but this one doesn’t gel so neatly, leaving the listener wondering whose voice they’re meant to follow. ‘Everything Must Converge’ is far better. A spare, loose reflection that fate ultimately binds us all together, ‘Everything Must Converge’ has a lovely gospel quality to it, lots of reference points from nature and a really beautiful sound. It’s bold and romantic without ever becoming over-sugared, featuring some restrained organ riffing and a fantastic wandering harmonica melody that seems to usher in a totally unexpected reggae-infused segment. Understated and remarkable.

Track listing:

10″/cd:
A1. / 1. He Wants You (Edit)
A2. / 4. Everything Must Converge
B1. / 2. Babe, I’m On Fire (Edit)
B2. / 3. Little Ghost Song

Written 2013 / published 2014

(c) 2014 Mat Smith / Documentary Evidence

Fad Gadget-inspired Licence Plate?

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Fad Gadget-inspired Licence Plate?

Spotted in Orlando, FL April 2012.

(c) 2012 Mat Smith / Documentary Evidence

Throbbing Gristle, Village Underground 23/10/2010

Throbbing Gristle, Village Underground 23/10/2014 - photo source unknown

‘If you’re going to come to a Throbbing Gristle gig,’ said my friend Ian, ‘you have to expect it to be loud.’ He was gesturing in the direction of the couple next to us at their gig at the Village Underground on the Shoreditch / Hackney borders, both of whom had their fingers in their ears throughout the final song of their set.

It was a common sight. There were lots of earphones and earplugs, which we felt rather defeated the purpose. The point is that this was supposed to be confrontationally loud, because that’s what TG were always all about – confrontation. It was one of many observations made through the course of almost two hours of relentless and – mostly – structured noise. Other observations included Peter ‘Sleazy’ Christopherson (in a kimono) looking a little like Harold Bishop, and Genesis Breyer P’Orridge looking like… well, we aren’t really sure what he looks like, but he’s certainly a lot shorter than I thought he’d be.

I’m writing this on a Jubilee Line Tube the day after; my ears are still ringing. But there is something about the noise of Tube trains on this particular line which provides a useful analogy for the majority of ‘songs’ last night – leaving the stations along the line the trains depart quietly until some sections of the tunnels where the noise levels rise quickly, swiftly becoming almost distressingly loud in their dense screeching and howling; like a gong softly hammered and then hit more forcefully, only put through a massive bank of distortion. Lots of the songs were like that last night – quiet, almost dark ambient at first then rising through waves of added ferocity to create a huge bed of noise that occasionally made the tendons in my neck vibrate. Beats were not eschewed, sometimes emerging as deep bassy throbs, sometimes rattling around like an old Cabaret Voltaire vintage drum machine.

New instruments were apparently being roadtested tonight. Chris Carter chimed what looked like small bells, while P’Orridge waved an iPhone about, coaxing feedback and tones from a white electric violin, at one point standing in front of it while it was resting on its stand and bowing it with two bows at the same time. Cosey Fanni Tutti played an electronic guitar, producing sparks of feedback, and switched to cornet for one track. At times the four of them were sat at their devices like online gamers. During the cacophonous final track of the main set, Christopherson put his fingers in his ears. It tells you it must have been loud if one of the band members had to block out the sound. By the end his eyes were closed and his head swaying from side to side, much as you’d expect to see someone absorbed rapturously in a piece of classical music.

The sound came to a juddering halt and they left the stage to applause marginally louder than the racket they’d just made. A few moments later Christopherson took the mic and advised that the band were ‘all feeling a little jetlagged so there’ll be no encore tonight’. This prompted boos from some quarters and half the audience departed, but, though it was delivered in an apologetic voice which hardly encapsulated rebellion, I almost saw in it the contrarian-ness, the punk spirit, of their earliest days. When they came back on, Christopherson muttering ‘Oh, go on then,’ like he was taking a proffered chocolate that he knew he probably shouldn’t take, it almost felt like baying to the pressure of the crowd, something they’d have never done back in the day. Luckily, the unashamed confrontation and aggression of ‘Discipline’ more than made up for the doubts, P’Orridge by this stage swigging from a glass of red wine and fending off a naked stagediver, taking the evening to a powerful close.

First published 2010; edited 2014

(c) 2014 Mat Smith / Documentary Evidence
Note – the source of the accompanying photo is now unknown. I am happy to attribute the credit if the photographer can be identified.

Liars – There’s Always Room On The Broom (Mute Records single, 2004)

Liars 'There's Always Room On The Broom' 10" artwork

mute records | 10″/cd mute317 | 09/02/2004

New York’s Liars made their transition from Blast First to Mute with this, their second UK single, and the first track to be taken from They Were Wrong, So We Drowned. A marked change in direction, ‘There’s Always Room On The Broom’ – albeit rather nursery rhyme-esque in it’s title – takes an influence from the paranormal, using German witchcraft mythology to provide its themes. This release comes in a very tongue in cheek sleeve that rips off Einstürzende Neubauten‘s sleeve for Strategies Against Architecture. (Just over ten years after this single was released, I found myself at a Laibach concert in London talking to a member of the Mute team, who was sporting a Neubauten t-shirt, which he said he wire to Laibach gigs just to piss off the band; we got to talking about the pastiche that was created for the sleeve of ‘There’s Always Room On The Broom’. He said that Mute approached Blixa Bargeld to ask for permission to use his original sleeve for Strategies…; apparently Blixa loved it and thought it was pretty funny.)

How to describe this music? Well, on the lead track, an exciting meeting of Neubauten and Sonic Youth wouldn’t actually be a bad starting point. Vocalist Angus Andrew bears a striking aural similarity to the Youth’s Thurston Moore in his early, naive, punked-up deadpan style. Musically, with its breakdown into fuzzy whitenoise and lo-fi percussion – cardboard box rhythms a la Moe Tucker duelling with Neubauten’s N U Unruh – this could be from almost any combination of points along indie rock’s ancestry. Some ghoulish whining reminds you of the Germanic folklore which inspired the album’s creation. Some densely-savaged organ sounds leads you to imagine Clint Boon inside a cauldron with The Lonesome Organist playing devil with a distortion pedal.

Track 2, ‘Scull And Crossbrooms’ [sic], is a miniature percussion and feedback affair, lasting just over 1.5 minutes, with some early Aphex-esque grainy synths evoking a ritualistic, covenly atmosphere. ‘Broom’ is similarly atmospheric, straight outta Bad Moon Rising, featuring some soft vocals and rolling, reverberating timpani and percussion, with which William Winant would be suitably impressed.

Despite its slightly goofy leanings, this is a pretty earnest slab of prime rump post-rock, and if you’re getting bored of that whole flavourless low-carb Strokes / nu-punk-lite nonsense, then this could be just what you need in your diet.

Track listing:

10″/cd:
A. / 1. There’s Always Room On The Broom
B1. / 2. Scull And Crossbrooms
B2. / 3. Broom

First published 2004; edited 2014

(c) 2014 Mat Smith / Documentary Evidence

Depeche Mode – Dreaming Of Me (Mute Records single, 1981)

Depeche Mode 'Dreaming Of Me' 7" artwork

mute records | 7″/cd mute13 | 20/02/1981 [cd released 1991]

‘Dreaming Of Me’ was Depeche Mode‘s first single, released by Mute Records in February 1981. Written by Vince Clarke and produced, like Speak & Spell, by the band and Daniel Miller, the track failed to dent the UK singles chart and was possibly a big disappointment for Miller, whose ambition had been to create a good-looking, radio-friendly electronic pop group. The single did, however, top the UK indie charts.

‘Dreaming Of Me’ is a simple, naive example of early electronic pop. Tinkly rhythms, thudding, bouncy drums and an aggressively phased bassline underpin a shouty, butch lead vocal by Dave Gahan that seems, like ‘Photographic’ from the Some Bizarre compilation album, to be concerned with introspection and cameras (very early Eighties). There’s a central melody on the middle eight which sounds like it was played on the same synth Miller used (as Silicon Teens) on his cover of ‘Red River Rock’, and the end section is all wordless vocal harmonies and spoken missives, almost as if the boys realised they needed a few more euphoric pop staples to make the grade. Unlike Miller’s previous works, either as producer of the likes of Missing Scientists or Fad Gadget, or with his own work as The Normal and Silicon Teens, ‘Dreaming Of Me’ has a clean sound and none of the rough edges associated with those other works.

‘Ice Machine’ signals that Depeche Mode always had a germ of darkness inside them. Imagine Metropolis’s dystopian landscape being transferred instead to the Ford plant in Dagenham and then imagine Kraftwerk providing the soundtrack; even that doesn’t come close to this almost industrial piece. There’s a stalking bassline and a fluttering, spiralling background melody that I’m sure Vince Clarke would go on to use again on Yazoo‘s Upstairs At Eric’s; clattering percussive sounds and whining, almost droning synths dominate the foreground. It is the sound of a brutal, grey production line but does seem to stretch out towards some sort of vague euphoria at the very end.

Note that I’ve not included ‘Dreaming Of Me’ as a single from the debut Depeche Mode album, Speak & Spell, which was released much later in 1981, as it wasn’t actually included there (though it did appear on the US version instead of ‘Sometimes I Wish I Was Dead’). The 1988 CD reissue of the album tacked the track (and ‘Ice Machine’) on at the end. The version included there is a slightly different mix – much more sparse low end evident underneath the phasing and a non-faded ending. That ending finds the track collapsing in on itself; it’s the type of messing ending that the fade usually rubs out, all dud notes, missed beats and vocals suggesting they’d done enough work that day.

Thanks to David McElroy for his help with this review.

Track listing:

7″/cd:
A. / 1. Dreaming Of Me
B. / 2. Ice Machine

First published 2011; edited 2014

(c) 2014 Mat Smith / Documentary Evidence

The Birthday Party – Mutiny / The Bad Seed EP (4AD EP, 1983)

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4ad | cd cad301cd | 1983

I’ve always been of the opinion that if an artist or band is going to make a final statement, then it should be well-executed and tightly-delivered. This holds true for The Birthday Party’s final two EPs, which are collected together onto this single CD by 4AD. The Bad Seed (originally released as a 12″ on the band’s UK home of many years, 4AD) and Mutiny (originally released on Mute) were both recorded at the famous Hansa Studios in Berlin and produced by the band themselves, with uncredited assistance from Einstürzende Neubauten’s Blixa Bargeld.

By now the erstwhile drummer Phil Calvert was long disposed with in favour of Mick Harvey; Rowland S. Howard became the sole guitarist and the creative dynamic had shifted toward the writing partnership of Nick Cave and Harvey (with the exception of the opener, ‘Sonny’s Burning’, the last track written by all four members of the group). The sound is raw and urgent, but well-honed and less prone to excess, while still retaining enough of the rough edge that set The Birthday Party apart from their contemporaries.

‘Wild World’ stands out as a highlight, blessed by its sludgy blues ethic and restrained vocal performance from Cave, whose vocal has become more direct and confident throughout this awesome collection. Tracy Pew’s bass is close-mic’d to allow the resonant twang of the strings to be heard. Elsewhere, Howard’s guitar is fed through numerous effects boxes, in particular deploying his famous ‘infinite reverb’ on several tracks, which allowed cycles of feedback to spiral, ebb and flow. While recorded no doubt at the height if the band’s drug abuse, the collection is markedly more controlled than Junkyard, as if recorded in a brief moment of lucidity. Nothing is more true of this approach than the final track, ‘Mutiny In Heaven’ (featuring Bargeld on guitar), which sees the band playing with studio effects with Cave’s vocal lines overlapping and multi-tracked, while the guitars are processed into ringing bells of sound. ‘If this is heaven I’m bailing out,‘ sings Cave. The Party was nearly over, and Cave thus signalled that the last guest should leave. ‘Mutiny In Heaven’ deals with the concept of euphoric God-like feelings following a hit of smack, but I’m not clear on whether it glorifies or condemns it. More extreme than the Velvet Underground’s opium hymn, ‘Heroin’, ‘Mutiny In Heaven’ has an edge that is as marvellous as it is malevolent.

Two previously-unreleased demos from the Mutiny sessions are included on the CD – ‘The Six Strings That Drew Blood’ (a totally different track from that which later appeared on Cave’s The Firstborn Is Dead) and ‘Avalanche Of Sound’, both of which are stripped and raw and perfect even as unfinished works.

Although a year away, Bargeld’s appearance on the final track heralded the approach of The Bad Seeds, the band Cave formed around Bargeld and Harvey. As final statements go, this stacks up very higly indeed, leaving you unsure as to whether it’s enough as it is or whether you’re in need of more.

Track listing:

cd:
1. Sonny’s Burning
2. Wildworld
3. Fears Of Gun
4. Deep In The Woods
5. Jennifer’s Veil
6. Six Strings That Drew Blood
7. Say A Spell
8. Swampland
9. Pleasure Avalanche
10. Mutiny In Heaven

First published 2004; edited 2012; re-edited 2014

(c) 2014 Mat Smith / Documentary Evidence

Can – Opener (Sunset / United Artists album, 1976)

Can 'Opener' LP artwork

sunset records / united artists | lp/c sls50400 | 1976

The title of this 1976 Sunset Records / Universal Artists compilation of Can tracks works on at least three levels – first, it suggests an accessible introduction to the music of this influential but often ignored or difficult-to-pigeonhole Cologne unit, formed as it is from their mid-period legacy; secondly, it’s an amusing pun on the band’s name (mercifully, in spite of being quite good-humoured chaps, this was the only time they – or their labels – saw fit to make lighthearted fun of their name); finally, when combined with designer Paul Henry and photographer Trevor Rogers’s sleeve image of an open Campbells condensed soup can, there’s an inextricable link to Warhol’s semi-ironic brand of pop-art. So there you have it – best of, joke or artistic statement; take your pick.

Opener was compiled by journalist and major Can fan Duncan Fallowell and Tim Read and features eleven classic cuts ranging from the impossible funk of ‘Moonshake’ to the screwy clank of ‘Spoon’. Fallowell offers gushing sleevenotes which I’ve provided below (he co-wrote ‘Dizzy Dizzy’, included here, and so represents a somewhat biased viewpoint) and the rear has that typically Seventies approach of turning the sleeve over to pictures of the band – ranging from Michael Karoli and Holger Czukay looking like extras from Easy Rider to Irmin Schmidt and Jaki Liebezeit looking like hippy professors; Damo Suzuki just looks suave – plus brief details of their respective roles. Among the facts quoted: Karoli was a pupil of Czukay and saw The Who play in Torquay; Schmidt studied under Karlheinz Stockhausen and Luciano Berio; Suzuki busked round Europe playing one chord on a guitar while improvising on top. Czukay is described functionally as the bassist and engineer, while Liebezeit’s multi-cyclical drumming is heralded as the defining factor in Can’s music. You can imagine how oddly compelling that sleeve might have been to someone flicking idly through the racks of LPs in an HMV in 1976.

So it was for me, albeit twenty years later, when I alighted upon this record in Time Records in Colchester. I bought this either just before or just after Sacrilege, and it served as my proper introduction to the music of Can. I’d been aware of them since I first read through the Mute Documentary Evidence brochure that inspired this site and my love of the label, but Opener offered the first real opportunity to get my head into their music; I fell in love with it instantly, and I used to play thus a lot, often late at night on a Sunday ahead of the following day’s lectures and classes.

I hadn’t listened to this probably since I left university in 1998 until I played it yesterday whilst selecting LPs to listen to with my youngest daughter (six). She described Opener as ‘weird but good’ and grooved along to ‘Moonshake’ like it had been recorded today.

Duncan Fallowell liner notes
Can was launched on an unsuspecting audience in autumn 1969, to a totally polarised critical reception. Their ability to arouse such strong confused feelings, for and against, was in itself a statement of their dynamism, confused because they were an enigma, could not be fitted to the current scheme of things, nothing was known of them as individuals. They are still the most unsettling of the German rock groups. Cologne is not Germany’s wildest city. This is why Can live there. Their studio, once a castle, now occupies an old cinema a few miles out of the city. Visitors are few – but never turned away, and in this easy practical atmosphere the band work. Can do not record numbers so much as discover songs or patterns in the process of recording. The timbre of their music, on record at least, has softened with their later albums from which this is compiled, and their music became more accessible. The key to Can’s music is not where it comes from or what the ingredients are, but how it works, how it moves and that’s to be discovered by listening.

Track listing:

lp/c:
A1. Dizzy Dizzy
A2. Moonshake
A3. Sing Swan Song
A4. Come Sta, La Luna
B1. Spoon
B2. I’m So Green
B3. Vitamin C
B4. Future Days

(c) 2014 Mat Smith / Documentary Evidence

Fad Gadget – Back To Nature (Mute Records single, 1979)

Fad Gadget 'Back To Nature' 7" artwork

mute records | 7″ mute2 | 01/09/1979

If The Normal’s punk-inspired DIY single ‘Warm Leatherette / TVOD’ launched Mute Records then Fad Gadget truly made Mute a label, rather than a clever moniker attached to a one-off cult indie single: Frank Tovey was Daniel Miller‘s first signing to his label, with ‘Back To Nature’ the first single. Tovey, studying at Leeds Poly alongside the likes of Marc Almond, was a performance artist looking to integrate sound into his antics; he bought a Korg synthesizer, recorded a demo, sent it to Miller and launched Mute along a trajectory of signing uncompromising, inventive artists that continues to this day.

‘Back To Nature’ shares some of The Normal‘s bleak Ballardian reference points. Notwithstanding the dark tones that run through the track, Tovey’s lyrics have a whiff of the dystopian about them, with references to burning bodies under ozone-depleted skies, fake trees, people being high on sugar and kissing on the beach in amongst all of that… But then, perhaps it’s just a series of wry observations on what a typical British beach would have looked like back then (the references to it raining all night is probably the tell-tale signal there), headlines on tabloids insisting that ‘It’s a scorcher!’ while using showing some slightly sun-burned beauty in a bikini, eating rock or ice cream, memories of kiss-me-quicks at the Kursaal and over-priced inflatable water floats in the beach shop. So it’s either a nuclear-blasted wasteland or Tovey’s postcard from a mundane family holiday he didn’t want to be on; sadly, we don’t have the opportunity to ask Frank now.

Musically, ‘Back To Nature’ is formed of a generally polite, dry, almost funky electronic rhythm, offset by a menacing bassline and a simple melody that could soar majestically but which is so distorted that it almost growls in your ear whenever it comes to the fore. There are also drones, small synth shapes and interjections, what sounds like (but isn’t) distorted guitar feedback fuzz and electronic manipulations that sound like seagulls circling overhead. It’s cloying and unpleasant, sonically arresting and nasty at the same time, and proof that you didn’t need banks of electronic equipment to create electronic music. If Suicide had summered in England, this is probably how it would have sounded.

B-side ‘The Box’ takes together the same elements – pulsing, steady rhythm and angular, robotic Düsseldorf sparseness mixed in with harsh drones and grainy, oscillating electronic texture – and adds a increasingly-desperate lyric about needing to be let out of a metaphorical box, along with detached observations on overweight people and their pets, feeling like your life is a film, poisonous gases, Tovey feeling like he’s stuck inside a machine or industrial production line, and a bunch of other politically-charged vivid scene changes. The track’s final moments feature what sounds like electronic static moving uncontrollably toward you, reaching out talons of enveloping electricity, even that feeling like a welcome respite from the allusions to desperation and mental claustrophobia on the non-chorus.

Although he’s not credited as such, according to the liner notes that accompanied The Best Of Fad Gadget confirmed that Daniel Miller produced these two songs, and played synth on ‘Back To Nature’. The rear sleeve lists out the economy of equipment deployed to realise these two tracks – ‘Fad’s Gadget’s [sic.]: synthesizer, voice, electronic piano, rhythm generator.’ It was a statement of a fundamentally new approach, the essence of 1976’s Punk Year Zero realised through electronics. Like ‘Warm Leatherette’, the sleeve for ‘Back To Nature’ was designed by Simone Grant.

In the second line of ‘Back To Nature’, Tovey sings about a caravan at Canvey Island in Essex, legendary birthplace of pub rock and only a few miles from Southend-on-Sea where members of Depeche Mode and Alison Moyet were studying. Now a faded seaside resort, Canvey was once Britain’s fastest-growing holiday destination until a devastating flood prompted the construction of huge ugly concrete walled sea defences in the Fifties and foreign package holidays in the Seventies just kicked the body when it was already terminally ill; an unlikely bomb attempt from the IRA later in the decade disposed of the corpse. On a wet mid-Eighties evening while we were on holiday in Southend, my family and I took a trip to Canvey. It was one of the most uniformly terrifying experiences of my young life, starting with the drive past numerous deserted amusements, crazy golf courses and the like, and on onto those concrete walls, where we didn’t see a single person despite it only being early evening; a nihilistic young guy on a 50cc motorcycle emerged out of nowhere and was riding precariously on the top of the wall, a gust of wind or minor adjustment of his balance the only thing preventing him from crashing onto the concrete several feet below; a lone tractor raked over the sand, needlessly given the absence of any holidaymakers. And then there was the smell and looming presence of the island’s oil storage facilities. A solitary tanker, far out to sea, was causing huge waves to crash onto the beach. It is tempting to see how such a bleak, industrial wasteland might have inspired the young Tovey.

Canvey Island seawall. Photo courtesy of beatifulengland.net. Photo by Alison Avery.

courtesy: beautifulengland.net / photo: Alison Avery – permission requested

Track listing:

7″:
G. Back To Nature
F. The Box

First published 2013; edited 2014

(c) 2014 Mat Smith / Documentary Evidence. Canvey Island photograph (c) Alison Avery / beautifulengland.net

Laibach, Village Underground 12/03/2014 – This Is Not Retro Live Review

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On Wednesday Laibach played a gig at London’s Village Underground.

I reviewed the concert for This Is Not Retro. The review, photos and complete setlist can be found here.

Words by me / photos by Andy Sturmey.

(c) 2014 This Is Not Retro

Documentary Evidence Interviews Gary Asquith

Gary Asquith

During my conversation with Gary Asquith there are moments when I get the distinct impression that he’s actually interviewing me. Within minutes of picking up the phone to him I’m on the back foot, answering questions about just why it is that I run a website focussed on Mute, the label that his Renegade Soundwave band were signed to from the late Eighties up to their break-up in the mid-Nineties. Asquith tells me he finds the whole thing bizarre and challenges the notion that I could like everything the label has put out over the course of its history.

When I admit that he’s right, and that there are Mute artists whose music I have never tried to get my head around, he has me back on the ropes again, and it’s clear that I’m not going to be able to ask him any questions unless I respond to this one about those artists I’ve never really warmed to. So I give him the name of a particular female artist that I’ve struggled to enjoy, which, typically I will find when talking to Asquith, prompts a casual anecdote that’s to be expected from someone who was part of the punk and post-punk scenes in London and, briefly, Berlin. ‘Hmmm,’ he muses. ‘She used to live in my ex-girlfriend’s flat. She trashed it, completely trashed it. Braithwaite House, over Old Street way. Near Bunhill Row. There’s some interesting characters in that cemetery – isn’t William Blake buried there? So who else don’t you like?’ We spend the first five minutes like this, him interviewing me and me staring at the questions I’d prepared wondering how I’m going to gain enough control of the call to ask any of them.

I’m just at the point of throwing the questions away when the opportunity to get stuck into Asquith’s time with Renegade Soundwave presents itself, during a conversation about alighting upon old cassettes. ‘I’ve got tons of cassettes,’ he says. ‘Tons of live recordings. Not so much from the Soundwave days. They’re mostly from Rema-Rema and Mass.’ Rema-Rema was the cult post-punk unit he formed with future Ant Marco Pirroni, Mark Cox, Dorothy Prior and Michael Allen, releasing their seminal Wheel In The Roses EP on the nascent 4AD label in 1980, by which time Pirroni had already left to join Adam Ant and Rema-Rema had already morphed into Mass; drummer Dorothy ‘Max’ Prior had also departed, replaced on the skins in Mass by Asquith’s future Soundwave accomplice, one Danny Briottet. After Mass had also separated, Cox and Allen went on to form The Wolfgang Press while Asquith and Briottet formed Renegade Soundwave with the warped genius Karl Bonnie, first releasing tracks on Rhythm King before getting absorbed into the roster of Rhythm King’s parent, Mute.

‘The religious pearls are coming now Mat,’ laughs Gary, an indication that we’re now getting down to business.

One of the cassettes Asquith has in his personal collection includes an early collaboration with Bonnie. ‘I did a little thing with Karl in New York in the early Eighties,’ he recalls. ‘We were in this really nice space. I don’t know whose space it was, but there was a live kit set up and a bass and amp. I’m not the world’s greatest bass player but I must have had a good day and we just started jamming together, just the two of us, and it was completely fantastic. It was a really nice experience. No vocals, just making up basslines and like, you know, simple stuff, but effective. Very effective. I played that a few years ago and remember I thinking there’s only two of us so that must be me playing the bass. I was quite impressed with myself because I’m not a very good bass player, but I must have been spurred on by the intensity of the moment. It was interesting, very, very interesting and I love Karl Bonnie’s drumming, an unknown quantity in the drumming fraternity. When we originally started we were a live band and that’s how we set about writing tunes, more like a punk rock outfit than a dubbed-out focus group.’

At this point I have no choice but to interrupt his flow of recollections. Whilst Soundclash, the much-lauded debut Renegade Soundwave album, might have been delivered with a punk attitude of sorts, the idea of them being a punk band would never have occurred to me. ‘To me it was definitely more like a punk rock band,’ he says. ‘We used to jam, and so that’s how I’ve always thought of it, before the birth of sampling.’

If that seems impossible to conceive of, you only have to look at Asquith’s involvement in units like Mutabor! with the girls from Malaria! (he was dating Bettina Köster in the early Eighties and Susanne Kuhnke later in the decade), Mass and Rema-Rema to hear a punkish dimension, of the artsy, eclectic and inclusive style that endured after punk’s first flourishes. ‘Mass was quite a dark period, and the recordings were quite dark,’ Asquith recalls, with what sounds like a shudder, ‘but there’s something about it that I still quite like. I guess it’s a place that you go and you realise you’ll probably never revisit, and I quite like my guitar work. The sort of guitar I was playing, you’d look at it and go “How’s he getting anything out of that?” It was difficult to tune and it ripped the arse out of my fingers.’ In spite of playing guitar in Rema-Rema, Mutabor! and Mass, in Soundwave, his axework, in spite of his insistence that the trio’s tracks evolved out of jam sessions, was distinctive by its absence.

Given how Danny Briottet had come into Asquith’s orbit, another element first heard in Mass – Briottet’s drumming – was also missing in Renegade Soundwave. Asquith thinks that was probably a good thing. He rather uncharitably describes it as being a bit ‘meat and potatoes’ and blames that for ruining the solitary Mass album. Briottet’s arrival in Mass followed the departure of Rema-Rema’s drummer, future Psychic TV accomplice Dorothy ‘Max’ Prior, who didn’t gel with Mark Cox. Asquith admits that even though it would have likely altered the course of his own personal history, Max’s ejection still riles him as an unfair event. Danny had been a fan of Rema-Rema and found his way into Mass through a friend of a friend. Later in the interview, Asquith says more about his relationship with Briottet, but suffice to say that it is remarkable that two people who seemed diametrically different could work together so well, with Karl Bonnie, in Renegade Soundwave.

Soundclash, the Renegade trio’s debut album was the point where it all came together perfectly. Asquith attributes some of this to the album’s producer and engineer tag-team of Flood and Paul ‘PK’ Kendall. ‘Those people were probably as important, or even maybe more so in a lot of ways, because they kept the time bombs ticking,’ Asquith says, ‘Especially Flood, because he’s probably on a tight schedule – he’s probably going to go off to do a Nick Cave album or whatever project he’s on after this one, and whatever the date his calendar’s going to be full. So he doesn’t like any meandering, and consequently he nails things down on your behalf.’

Kendall recalls that each track on Soundclash could have ended up sounding very differently, as Soundwave’s three members each had individual visions of how each song should be mixed and presented. In the end it was down to Flood and PK to reign in the competing voices. Asquith recalls one such moment during the realisation of ‘Pocket Porn’, Soundclash’s slightly surreal journey through a seedy world of erotica which was written around an experience with Karl Bonnie, in which dub and tribal sounds reverberate around Asquith’s dirty monologue; Flood and Kendall’s roles on that track became almost like book editors. ‘I was like, “I like that line, but it’s a bit, er, I don’t know if I should be saying stuff like that,” and they said “I think you should drop that, it sounds a bit better without it, and I don’t think you lose the emphasis of the track”. Consequently I did, I edited these two lines out and it sounded alright. That’s the sort of influence good judgment has.’

One of the most prominent contributions Asquith made to the distinctive sound that Renegade Soundwave presented at the tail end of the Eighties was his lyrical flow. ‘Pocket Porn’ dealt with gritty taboos that tapped into a seedy underworld sex industry that had the capacity to shock the conservative British public, with or without the edits that the producers suggested. Elsewhere, both with Soundclash and the earlier Rhythm King singles of ‘Kray Twins’ and ‘Cocaine Sex’, Asquith traded in streetwise nous, not dissimilar to the urban delivery of early New York hip-hop but with a curiously British skew, replete with a distinctly British sense of humour: whereas ‘Kray Twins’ offers an homage to the East End’s most celebrated gangland pair, the wry ‘Probably A Robbery’ has all the madcap humour and sarcasm of an Ealing Comedy. Several months after the interview took place, I came upon an album by the comic Terry Thomas; something about this British funnyman reminded me of Gary Asquith. He wasn’t remotely offended by the comparison. ‘I like Terry Thomas’s quintessential Englishness. Being English and from working class roots is a prerequisite for being in a good band.’

Those lyrics represent a sort of urban poetry, which Asquith explains came from exposure to the dark realities of drug abuse and also his former job. ‘I was a Covent Garden Market porter when I started Renegade Soundwave,’ he explains. ‘My dad was a Covent Garden Market porter, my granddad was a Covent Garden Market porter, and my brother was a Covent Garden Market porter. And I think if you’d have asked my mother she’d would have wanted to be a Covent Garden Market porter too. There was a lot of money to be made at Covent Garden and that’s where I got my street education. I was working the gutters of the old Covent Garden markets from the age of twelve when my father first took me to work beside him. Several of my best friends are from families who’ve worked at Covent Garden Market. These are the people I love and trust and tell it the way it is. My elder brother is a Brussels sprout [Cockney rhyming slang for a tout] who’d always bring a certain eloquent vernacular to conversation, and I grew up with a Cockney father and a mother from aristocratic stock. That made my upbringing well balanced.’

Drugs and drug culture provided another dimension to Asquith’s subject matter, most obviously on ‘Cocaine Sex’ but again on the heavyweight dub cut ‘Blast ‘Em Out’ from Soundclash‘s sequel, Howyoudoin’?. By the time that Renegade Soundwave had formed, Asquith had kicked the drug he describes as ‘the heaviest one’ in favour of the likes of ecstacy around the time of dance music really taking off – and sticking with that topic, let’s not forget that Soundwave’s speaker-shaking ‘Phantom’ / ‘Ozone Breakdown’ 12″ was a hugely significant record in early British club and rave music. ‘I just changed my hand, I guess,’ says Gary, referring to moving on from hard drugs. ‘It feels like a sort of different world to me now to be honest. I was doing all the right things at that time, I was reading William Burroughs and listening to the Velvet Underground, all the things you should be doing while you’re operating in those circles.’ The darker side of drug use is something that Asquith saw at close quarters, through the death of his flatmate John Herlihy (part of European Cowards with former Ant Kevin Mooney) and Clifford Harris from The Models, but also through the paranoid, close-knit, closed community in which addicts co-exist. ‘Death seemed to be lurking in every corner and I didn’t want to become another bad drug statistic. That said, I do believe that drugs play a big part in the inner sanctum of being an interesting writer or musician.’

‘It’s such a heavy thing to get caught with, so everyone’s extra vigilant about who’s about, who they talk to, what they talk about and so on. You’re all in the same boat together. Once you’ve decided to break free of it, you’ve got to break free of the web, and that web represents all of your friendships. By then everyone else has forgotten who you are. It becomes very structured in its own masonic kind of way. When you’re a part of that they’re your supporters, and you have to give them maximum respect. Say for instance you turn up with someone they don’t know, they’d ask “Who is he? Where’s he from? I don’t want him in my house.” You’re trying to introduce somebody else because everybody wants to score, but potentially they’re running a risk by allowing somebody that they don’t know into their confidence.’

Themes and lyrics to one side, the other immediately arresting thing about early Soundwave was the trio’s approach to sampling. Paul Kendall recalled Asquith, Bonnie and Briottet arriving at the studio with bags of vinyl that they wanted to sample from. ‘It was an expensive thing to do,’ Asquith admits. ‘We did clear a lot of those samples – it wasn’t blatant theft. There was some expenditure on quite an extensive list of samples we’d used. I remember having to hand Mute an extensive list of the samples used on Soundclash and being asked what we’d used on specific tracks. Sometimes people ask about certain samples on certain tracks and it’s impossible to know them all. There’s all sorts on ‘Biting My Nails’, for example.’

When I suggest that part of Soundclash’s appeal is that it’s clever compared to other sampler records from around the same time by not being too cluttered, Asquith tells me he sees it differently. ‘I think it was the naivete of it as well as the ideas. I think there’s probably too many ideas on that album actually. Everyone just got their favourite records out and it became a sort of collage of different people’s musical ideas, and some of them were very abstract. The concept of sampling became a bit abstract for me in the end. For example, I’d say “Can’t we just bring in a bass player to recreate the bass in that tune?””‘

In the wake of Soundclash, the trio released a dub counterpart to the album; dub versions had been commonplace in reggae for going on twenty-five years, but no-one was doing it with leftfield electronic albums or sampleadelic collages like Soundclash. When I mention how much I like it, Asquith makes a noise that suggests he isn’t totally enamoured with In Dub. ‘I’ve always thought that following up our song-based albums with dub versions was a really clever and creative idea where you could potentially have fun deconstructing songs and working off the rhythm sections. That was an idea brought to the table by Danny and Karl, but I can’t bring myself to listen to ‘Bacteria’, ‘Recognise And Respond’ or ‘Deadly’ from In Dub. Danny and myself wrote ‘Deadly’, which has some good moments, but ultimately it’s a mess. I’ll hold my hands up to my mistakes as well as to others. ‘Thunder’, ‘Women Respond To Bass’, ‘Pocket Porn’, ‘Black Eyed Boy’, ‘Transworld Siren’ and ‘Transition’ are all fantastic in my opinion.’

In Dub would also be the last Soundwave album with Karl Bonnie. ‘It was a shame actually,’ says Asquith with a mournful sigh. ‘But it all got a bit selfish. The ideals, that is. This is my opinion, and I don’t care what anyone else thinks, because my opinion’s my opinion. We all had different intentions as to what we should be doing and where things should be going, so to speak. There were people just turning up to things, especially with Karl, and I just wasn’t really getting it really. It was getting a bit world music for me. It was the sort of thing people do in their bedrooms.’

Renegade Soundwave

Part of Asquith’s disenchantment stemmed from where his role as vocalist seemed to be going in the wake of the largely instrumental In Dub. ‘I was into songwriting. There’s no use throwing me ethnic chants or samples of people beating up their wives or whatever. I was getting a lot of that thrown at me. It wouldn’t be in my key or it was just some retuned-sounding sample. I’m not Barry White! I mean, nothing like that’s ever going to sound good with a vocal on top of it. When we originally started, the reason those songs were so good was because they were written around real instruments.’

‘It was really hard trying to write songs around samples and trying to be a vocalist around samples,’ he continues. ‘The sampling thing became a detachment from my creative reality in the end. Karl could transform moments with musical prowess, whereas Danny and myself couldn’t. It got to a point where I was thinking maybe I should start playing the guitar again. So it just got a little bit like that, it got very selfish.’

It took a further four years after In Dub‘s release for the Bonnie-less duo to release a proper second album. Mute released Howyoudoin’? in 1994, and despite containing some outstanding, mature moments in the eponymous lead track, the stand-out first single ‘Renegade Soundwave’, ‘Positive ID’ and the claustrophobic closer ‘Blast ‘Em Out’, the album seemed to lack some of the pioneering spirit that made Soundclash so essential. As with In Dub, a dub counterpart to Howyoudoin’? was issued (The Next Chapter Of Dub), and then Renegade Soundwave were no more. ‘In my opinion Howyoudoin’? lacks cohesion,’ offers Asquith. ‘It has sone great moments, but as a complete thing it meanders and could have benefited from the presence of Flood and PK. There were too many clowns working at that circus with no authoritative figure pushing things forward. When people see weakness they exploit it. Thankfully none of those people have ever played a part in my life since that album and they never will. I do, however like ‘Bubbaluba’ very much.

‘In the Crossfire Hurricane documentary, Keith Richards said “somebody’s got to wear the black hat” about his role in The Rolling Stones. In Renegade Soundwave I was the guy who wore the black hat. Danny was very much the guy with the handshakes and goodwill gestures. I never did much of that, and consequently that’s probably the way I am and that’s the way he is I guess. So the fact that Karl Bonnie wasn’t around didn’t help on Howyoudoin’?. He was the Brian Jones of the outfit, he was always throwing in different things, like a sitar. If it was lying around he’d pick it up and play it. That’s the sort of character that he was.’ Bonnie’s slightly leftfield point of view does leave Howyoudoin’? feeling like it’s missing the vital ingredient that would have turned it from an okay album to something worthy of the standard displayed on Soundclash. According to Asquith, Karl is alive and well and living in Manchester, though musically he seems to have become an almost mythical name.

‘I don’t think anything happened, to be honest with you,’ sighs Asquith when I ask him why he and Briottet called it quits. ‘Me and Danny never really got on very well so we weren’t talking, and that was quite obvious. We were very difficult to deal with, I think, unpredictable and hazardous. Danny and myself were living in two parallel universes but coexisting in Soundwave. So, you know, it wasn’t a particular thing that happened.’

Dissatisfaction weighs heavily on Asquith when he looks back on what Soundwave achieved. ‘I think there was a lot of disappointment. I think Daniel Miller was disappointed. There’s just this seam of disappointment running through the whole thing. Musically it wasn’t really going anywhere with Howyoudoin’? We started morphing into something nobody particularly liked, including ourselves. When I look back on the tracks we recorded as Renegade Soundwave, I’m very disappointed. Whatever differences of opinion Danny, Karl and myself had, it can’t be denied that when we were on top of our game we made some groundbreaking tracks. That’s our truth and I’m thankful for being part of those creative partnerships, and it’s possible that when Karl was present our averages were higher with regard to writing top tunes than when he wasn’t. I’m just disappointed that there ultimately isn’t more and ultimately I’m disappointed with myself. I’ll have to take that disappointment to my grave. Hindsight can be enlightening and also painful. We had a cavalier approach to the music industry and external pleasures, and that is reflected in our music.’

‘Having spent nine years of my life on the RSW project I know I prefer to work as quickly as my powers allow me. Writing a song a day isn’t unrealistic providing the circumstances are right. This approach has been working well on the Lavender Pill Mob, Takatsuna Mukai, Renegade Connection and Renegade Soundmachine projects in recent years. It must be the glue I’m using.’ Mikkim is a Prague DJ with whom Asquith has collaborated on two albums – Offbeat Rhapsody and Crossroads. Adding his distinctive vocals to Mikkim’s dark club sound, his work with the DJ has seen him dusting off old Soundwave tunes like ‘Probably A Robbery’ and the unreleased ‘Air Hostess’ and penning a few more. ‘I think he’s got this inane ability to breathe some new life into things,’ says Asquith of working with Mikkim. ‘When he said to me he wanted to do ‘Robbery’ I thought “Really? What a fucking naff thing to do.” It wasn’t that it’s precious or anything like that. I’m not a particular fan of the song to be honest; out of all the things that I’ve done it wouldn’t be the one that I’d personally choose to play ever again.’ I point out that the track, a surprise early chart-bothering single for the early Renegade Soundwave, was probably the most pop track in their canon. Asquith agrees. ‘Yeah, it sort of rang some bells at the time. It was good for what it was and it was a bit cheeky-chirpy-chappie, a bit savvy, and it’s a bit cheesy as well.’

Renegade Soundmachine live

‘Air Hostess’ was recorded around the time of Soundclash but never released. ‘I’d consistently had reflections about that track since it was conceived in the mid-Eighties, which were often ignited when I was travelling through airport terminals or boarding flights or sitting on planes. In the mid- to late Eighties I remember travelling alone and being drunk in the lobby of Munich airport while I was waiting for a flight. I was listening to the RSW version of ‘Air Hostess’ on my cassette Walkman when I got chatting with a group of three fellow travellers and one of the guys asked to listen to my track, and it seemed a perfect place for its public airing, and it went down so well that I’d always thought it a winner from that moment onwards. I didn’t at that time know how long it would take before it was released, and Mikkim was probably still in short trousers at this point. There was another gem on that cassette called ‘How To Be Hard’ that never made it to plastic that I hope will see the light of day sometime in the future.’ With BMG’s purchase of the Mute back catalogue, there’s some talk of them remastering the Soundwave albums with additional tracks that never made it the first time around.

*****

It was around 2011 that I first approached Gary about doing a possible interview with him. He was initially quite frosty, and in his first Facebook message to me he made the point quite emphatically. ‘Don’t think I’m part of any sort of Mute family, because I’m not,’ he wrote. It took a review I wrote of the ‘Byronic’ single as Renegade Soundmachine for him to finally acquiesce. Since then Asquith has made a number of disparaging comments about Mute Records. ‘Let me just say it this way,’ he begins. ‘I was always happy to be a Mute artist and having signed a deal with Mute Records I was deeply troubled to find that Daniel had sold the company to EMI. My reason for signing to Mute was primarily because Daniel Miller was at the helm and it seemed like a perfect marriage for Renegade Soundwave. I never in my wildest dreams ever thought I’d have to go cap in hand to EMI regarding the gross mistreatment of Renegade Soundwave’s catalogue. What did EMI do when I queried certain subjects? They blanked me and never returned my calls for year after year. I’d been scumbagged by the scumbags. I’m pretty sure you’d find a queue of disgruntled Mute artists standing beside me, relating to this particular issue if you’d care to ask around. I don’t speak to many Mute people, but even I could give you the names of three people. I rest my case. “When the bass stops I wanna get paid.”‘

Asquith recounts times where he’d march into Mute’s offices or those of a label that had included a Soundwave track without his permission, waving a copy of an offending compilation and demanding to know how it had been approved and why the members of the group weren’t seeing any comeback for it. ‘Daniel had some articulate staff when he was independent of EMI. John McGrath, who was responsible for the licencing of Mute tracks, would cut me deals on compilation albums that Soundwave appeared on. If it didn’t show on the group’s accounts John would always try to be fair to the group and give RSW some justice and payment and I respected him for that. It wasn’t perfect but it was moving the boulder further down the road towards Renegade Towers. I’d do my research and he’d check it out and recompense the band for any loss of earnings.’

His former label boss however did go to lengths to position Soundwave as a band that should have received greater acclaim in his liner notes to Electricity, a 2012 Mojo covermount CD of tracks personally selected by Miller, which included ‘Probably A Robbery’. ‘I do think he thinks that,’ concedes Asquith. ‘I know that he’s got some disappointments with the history and then what happened to the group, just like I have. I also know that he had our welfare at heart and he acted in what was the best interest for his label, and RSW were just a small piece of cheese that rolled off the side of the dining table. I like Daniel Miller, I really do.’

The Lavender Pill Mob The Lavender Pill Mob 'Lavender Pill Mob'

Since Soundwave ended, Asquith has busied himself with a number of projects focussed around his own label Le Coq Musique. Asquith launched the label with an updated version of the Soundwave track ‘Cocaine Sex’ and collaborated with Dif Juz’s Dave Curtis on a solitary 12″ under the alias Tranquil Trucking Company. His most enduring project for his label is his Lavender Pill Mob collective – echoes of Alec Guinness Ealing Comedy movies and streetsmart narc references once again – loosely centred on himself and long-term friend Kevin Mooney.

‘Working with Kevin is blissful in comparison to working in RSW,’ Gary enthuses. ‘It’s fun and light-humoured and tinged with lunacy. Kevin can sing like a lark. Having someone to work off with vocals is something that I’d really enjoyed doing with Michael Allen in Rema-Rema and having Kevin around has reminded me how important the spoken word is. It’s the last bastion of creative pursuit in my opinion. Thank the lord for King K. If my house was burning down and I could rescue one of the records I’ve made, I’d make sure it was the first Lavender Pill Mob CD. That’s the God’s honest truth.

Lavender Pill Mob feels like a logical follow-up to Renegade Soundwave, in many ways. Here you find Asquith and Mooney, across two albums, offering up a resistant-to-classification suite of diverse sounds, everything from hip-hop to punk to acid-splashed techno, featuring collaborations with Adam Ant, Rammellzee and loads of others. The project takes the anything-goes approach presented on Soundclash and launches it off into a myriad number of possible dimensions. Perhaps a reflection of his disenchantment with the Renegade Soundwave years, Asquith tells me that it’s Lavender Pill Mob and Rema-Rema – his most recent concern and his first, respectively – that he’s most proud of. Elsewhere, he’s collaborated with Takatsuna Mukai on his Sunya album and recorded a bunch of tracks as Renegade Soundmachine, only one of which – ‘Byronic’, a collaboration with Film 2 where Asquith reads Lord Byron’s Lines Written Beneath An Elm In The Churchyard Of Harrow – has thus far seen the light of day. Asquith spent a lot of summer 2013 trawling his Rema-Rema archives for a future release.

April will see the first release for 34 years of a Rema-Rema record. This will be released within a magazine with an interview with Michael Allen, Mark Cox and Gary. ‘It’s a 45 with two demos from 1979 and 1978 respectively,’ Gary explains. ‘Towards May I shall be releasing some remixes of the original Rema-Rema recordings along with a track that was recorded at the time but never released because it was considered blasphemous, which I might add it is. I’ve got several talented people working on the project including John Gosling from Mekon, Fritz Catlin from 23 Skidoo, Taka Mukai and myself. There will also be a first release from Renegade Connection around June. It’s a 45 that I’ve recorded and mixed with Lee Curtis from Lee Curtis Connection and Flavournauts fame. We recently DJ’d and played our track from a dubplate. It’s called ‘I’ll Surrender’ and it was so good that we played it twice. It’s an old school dub vibed track and I love it.’

Rema-Rema 'International Scale / Short Stories' 7" artwork

Independent, distrustful and far from sanguine, Asquith is currently producing some of the best things in a career that spans most of the pivotal music scenes that have emerged since punk’s last gob was spat. In context, Renegade Soundwave feels like a long and complicated intermission bookended by the dizzyingly creative gestures of Rema-Rema and his post-Soundwave collaborations. It may never pay the bills, but Gary Asquith’s streetsmart poetry has rarely sounded better than it does today, definitive proof that he who wears the black hat always produces the best music.

Major thanks to Gary for his enduring patience and honesty.

(c) 2014 Mat Smith / Documentary Evidence
All images used with permission of Gary Asquith.