Photography: Mitch Jenkins A-Groove: they were the most literate band i ever knew-a porky prime cut
B-Groove: rock and roll phew.....innit!-a porky prime cut
This record collects together the various singles that
have been issued in England to date under the much-abused
name of the Jazz Butcher, to wit: me.
I rather like having them all in one place like this
- it makes for a nice, noisey muck-it-up sort of disc
that is ideal for leisure time at home, on the beach,
in you local club.... hell, ANYWHERE!!! Let me tell you about it.
Southern Mark Smith
and Jazz Butcher -v- Count Dracula were recorded in the summer
of 1983 in a place called Wellingborough, a small town in the
middle of England where even the children are scarey!
"Hey, mister, can you SEE in them glasses?" I get to
sing and play things like guitar, sax and piano.
Max does the electric guitar. On bass is Rolo McGinty,
and Princess Alice Thompson plays the organ. They're both in
the Woodentops now, a group internationally recognised as
being the shortest collection of pop musicians in the
world. Playing the drums is Kevin Haskins, a charming
neighbour of mine, and veteran of the Bauhaus conspiracy. Miaowula!
Marnie and Zombie Love
were the hot spots from my second single,
recorded in London one Sunday afternoon in January 1984.
Marnie is an attempt to force a meeting between the
steaming tropical jungles of Bangladesh (where the tigers
live) and the frozen stepps of Siberia (where the Siberian
tigers live). Zombie Love is just sick. Max and Rolo and
me again, with Jody Palmer on drums, bongoes and "Oi'm jest
a rual boy on a day out in London, guvnor".
Real Men and JB -v- PM see the Jazz Butcher Group (me and
Max and Dave and Jones) in vaguely political mood. In
other words, feisty. Real Men, the kind who never sit
together on buses in case they get their medallions tangled.
The Prime Minister, a book-burning lunatic, under whose
"leadership" the U.K. has become a police-state satellite
of the most evil and morally corrupt regime in the world.
Locked in the basement in Leamington Spa in steamy August
'84, The Jazz Butcher Group reaches for the cheese wire!
Gasp at the awesome sound of a guitar massacre in Parliament!
Holy Gift of Music Batman
- Newberg, OR
24Oct2004 12:46 AM
(10 years 3 days ago)
This CD always seemed to be one of those "holy grail" Jazz Butcher releases (like finding a CD of Bloody Nonsense?) Maybe I just don't know what I'm bloody talking about, but when I spotted TWO Glass originals on Ebay at the same time, I was very surprised. (and didn't have to spend all that much to get it.)