IDIOTEQUE

GainsbourgNot being especially child-friendly, a couple of perennials on ‘Desert Island Discs’ always make me want to retch. One is when the guest selects a piece of music on which one of their children either plays or sings; the other is when they pick a tune their children like, usually by some contemporary pop act. ‘This is what the kids insist we have to listen to on long drives in the car’ etc. A few weeks ago, the latter category came up and something by Ed Sheeran disrupted the Sunday morning vibes. Bloody awful, it was too – the soulless sound of a purpose-built performer purposely built to play a purpose-built arena.

Unsurprisingly, the ginger Bernie Flint is up for a Brit or two next week, as are (equally predictably) coffee table queen Adele and the terminally soporific Coldplay. There’s young blood in the shape of James Bay, who shares at least one thing with his more established contenders in that he has absolutely nothing to say. Chris Martin might do a lot for charadee – and likes to talk about it, weirdly enough; but his political stance, for what it is, is pure Live Aid, throwing his weight behind worthy causes ala Bono and never short of advertising what a ‘decent bloke’ he is for doing so. None of the acts on the Brits roll of honour were ever what could be called ‘left-field’ and have been shamelessly content to kiss corporate buttocks from the off.

Left-field is an old term used by music critics to describe acts in opposition to the mainstream; you don’t hear it used to so much now, but thirty-five years ago it had more than one meaning. If a wilful attempt to break loose of rock ‘n’ roll’s Blues roots and 1950s three-chord straitjacket was the musical characteristic of the post-punk generation at the crossroads between the 70s and 80s, a political element also marks them out as retrospectively unique. Unlike the misguided alliance between socially-conscious, musically-pedestrian pop stars and the Labour Party that was Red Wedge in the middle of the 80s, there was a fiercely intelligent edge to the politically-aware musicians that preceded them, one largely derived from the Marxist rhetoric prevalent on the university campuses where many of these bands were formed. Well-read and in it for more than vacuous status symbols, they peppered their lyrics with references to obscure literary and historical figures of a radical and revolutionary bent and avoided the clumsy plebeian posturing of The Clash.

It seems refreshingly bizarre now that so many of the acts that typify the glossy pop of the 80s hadn’t come to the mainstream platform via a showbiz Svengali figure, but had begun the journey to their unlikely destination via a route that hasn’t been traversed since. Adam Ant may have been largely apolitical, but his early pre-success records displayed knowledge of the Marquis de Sade and other kinky icons that were hardly guaranteed to appeal to a mainstream audience. Scritti Politti, best known for shiny mid-80s hits, had chosen their name as an Anglo-Saxon variation of Italian for ‘political writings’, inspired by Marxist theorist Antonio Gramsci. The Passions, responsible for perhaps the greatest one-hit wonder of 1981, ‘I’m in Love with A German Film Star’, were led by a singer who had spent part of her adolescence in a Marxist commune.

Altered Images, best remembered for bouncy smashes such as ‘Happy Birthday’, had a distinct Banshees/Slits vibe to their first single, ‘Dead Pop Stars’, and Clare Grogan has subsequently affirmed the band members were politically conscious as a given. People tend to forget how political allegiances then were as important as which mobile phone or video game you prefer is today; and those who emerged from the left-field back then really were on the left, albeit a vague, romantic ideal of the left that was traditionally the province of champagne socialists. This would be no surprise in literature or the theatre, but pop music? Regardless of their politics, what strikes one now is that these guys were actually quite smart, perhaps the least archetypal dumb rock ‘n’ rollers ever to pick up guitars.

Bands that didn’t make the breakthrough into the top ten, such as The Pop Group or The Gang of Four, abandoned the unadventurous musical limitations of Punk’s first wave and developed a distinctly jagged, white funk that meant listeners could tap their toes to songs about subjects that were as far removed from the euphoric hedonism of Disco as it was possible to imagine. The influence of the post-punk avant-garde also filtered into the music press via the new journalists that had received the same education and lingered in the NME up until the Rave era at the end of the 80s. Devoting front covers to the experience of school-leavers forced to endure the Youth Opportunities Scheme or even teenage suicides suggested as a consequence of Thatcherite policies were commonplace practices where the NME was concerned at the time and nobody thought it odd. Any left-field musician being interviewed by the music press in the first half of the 80s was more likely to discuss Rimbaud than listing their top ten ‘Classic Rock’ albums. It’s hard to imagine that happening today, especially with the appalling free version of the NME that resembles a giveaway lifestyle mag produced in-store by Starbucks, simply begging to be put out of its misery.

Unless we’re talking Bucks Fizz or Shakin’ Stevens, divisions between pop and ‘serious music’ weren’t as evident as they were to become in the 90s; even Bananarama had their first single produced by Sex Pistols drummer Paul Cook. There was less reliance on pigeon-holing and acts could have a foot in both camps, appearing on TOTP one week and the OGWT the next, appearing on the front cover of the NME one week and the front cover of ‘Smash Hits’ the next. Something similar had happened at the beginning of the 70s, when acts from the hippy underground like Atomic Rooster, Curved Air and Hawkwind scored surprise hit singles, but it didn’t last then and it didn’t last in the 80s either. It partially resurfaced in the likes of The Manic Street Preachers and Radiohead; but being ‘clever’ isn’t cool now. The notion of pop music as anything other than a lowbrow branch of the entertainment industry is essentially redundant in 2016.

The current crop think TV talent shows are a legit route to recognition – and if they didn’t begin on one, they end up being a judge on one; they think it’s perfectly fine to enter the Big Brother House once they’ve churned out a few hits; they think nothing of endorsing products. As much as I would’ve loved Brian Eno advertising Cresta in 1973, the thought is so ludicrous that it could only ever appear in the pages of ‘Viz’. An assembled line-up of nominees coming together to pay ‘tribute’ to Bowie is threatened for this year’s Brit Awards ceremony; this horrific prospect is akin to ‘The One Show’ devoting a full edition to an in-depth analysis of the works of Sylvia Plath. I can’t help but think that the hilarious, axe-wielding idiot in this video is too close to the truth for comfort…

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11 thoughts on “IDIOTEQUE

  1. Can’t help but recall the Gordon Brown ‘Arctic Monkeys’ moment – still chuckling even now.
    Not unlike Cameron forgetting that he claims to support Aston Villa and confusing them with West Ham – priceless. Oh, for a little honesty occasionally……
    So I’ll be honest – I pre-date most of this post’s content, but still enjoyed ‘The Wankers’, I reckon I know a few of their cousins.

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  2. Apparently Glastonbury is putting on a mega Bowie tribute too. I hope the line up will be better than that announced for New York. As for Lady Gaga’s “tribute”, well, it was really good until she came on stage.

    Your posts on pop always bring back so many memories, of gigs and vinyl – I have Scritti Politti’s first ever 7″ – it’s indecipherable and boring, but hey, it reminds me that I used to love pretentious garbage – talking of which, the Pop Group’s first album is hard work, but their single “She Is Beyond Good And Evil” was genius. Sisters Of Mercy were brilliant before they ever had a hit and their cover of Hot Chocolate’s “Emma” was incredible live.

    There were also bands from “the Right” (or at least they were lambasted as such) – e.g. The Skids, New Order, A Certain Ratio, Spear of Destiny. I think mostly that was because of the imagery they used or something specious a writer from the NME or Melody Maker or Sounds could take issue with.

    Now bands seem to be political only in a post ideological way – it’s more identity stuff and commentary than anything else, unless you really want to listen to The Sleaford Mods.

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    1. It just struck me how Nigel Tufnel-like so many musicians are today when they air their thoughts, and I remembered how much brighter the Bright Young Things of thirty-odd years ago seemed by comparison. Reading an interview with them would be peppered with references to poets, artists or revolutionaries I’d never heard of; but it made me want to find out who they were. I don’t think smart people would even consider music as an option now.

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      1. Talking of which… a track from Patti Smith;s “Horses” just came on in my random iTunes playlist of favourites – I can remember how that album blew my mind and introduced me to the transatlantic parallel music revolution which was happening – she indirectly led me to Television, Talking Heads, and even Devo. I think it was she who first introduced me to Rimbaud

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  3. I left school in 1967 and once I had the readies to spend I went to Sundays at The Savile, Middle Earth, The Marquee and the first ever free festivals in Hyde Park. We’d champion the underground bands until they got a record deal or a chart hit and then move on to seek out the next band waiting in the wings. It was an exciting time. The bands were creative and you could honestly say that the music they played had never been heard before. I can’t say the same about the music from the last thirty years. Safe, boring, formulaic, over-reliant on computer wizardry. Cut and paste music for a cut and paste world

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      1. I have to disagree – Burial? Moderat? James Blake? Matthew Dear? Even Beyonce and Kanye have had their beyond strange WTF moments.

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      2. I have to be honest, my ears haven’t heard anything they haven’t heard before over the last ten years. Even in the 90s, there was the Trip Hop scene, which took something old and made it new. I’ve heard some good singer-songwriters, but none of whom wouldn’t be at home in the early 70s.

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      3. I heard (not saw as I couldn’t get anywhere near the stage) the band when they supported The Rolling Stones in Hyde Park. The following Sunday we went to the Marquee where they had a short residency. We went again and again. As you say- I’d never heard anything like 21st Century Schizoid Man. The downside was that I was so discouraged that I wanted to take an axe to my guitar and never play it again. Happily I got over that. Until the next band came along

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