While I'm here, many thanks to all who came to see us on our
visit this summer. Thanks for making us so welcome. Our
apologies to people in Toronto for the awful sound at the
concert there: there really wasn't anything we could do.
Sorry! Oh, and to "The Unnamed Journalist" in Winnipeg we
say: if you want to slag off Robyn Hitchcock, wait 'till he plays
there, meathead!!! To the rest of you, very best regards
'till next time. Love, The Butcher XX.
Howdy!! Welcome to the J.B.C release. Thanks for the money.
We'll be spending it on weapons and drugs. The first thing
that you have to understand about this disc is that it is
not an L.P.: it is a single and a radio session
nailed together for your amusement.
The single is on side A and was recorded in May 1988 at "The
Greenhouse" in London. It was recorded by Iain O'Higgins and
features Mulreany on drums, O'keefe on bass, Kizzy on
guitar, Alex on sax, and me on the rest. Except for The Best Way
which features Bhang & Olafssen on bass & drums
respectively. Confused? You ain't heard nothing yet. (Black
betty, bam-ba-lam-ooh-babee a-wop-ba-ba-loo bop-sha-la-la
na-na-na-na early-in-the-morning whoa-dubious-lou-etc.)
The radio interference may be found on side b, and was
manufactured on 5th June/Juin '88. It was engineered by
Richard and Yves, and produced by the very wonderful Kevin
Komoda with me breathing hotly down his very patient neck.
Mulreany, O'Keefe, Kizzy and I play and sing with a cameo
appearance from Kevin on organ on Girl-Go.
I hope you dig the noises on this record. That is, after
all, the reason for our making them.
In a similar vein comes the Edgar Wallace mix of The Best Way,
a rap which originally appeared on the indisposible
This version, specifically aimed at Italian discotheques,
was set down through a haze of paracetemol, codeine & Red
Stripe Lager in defiance of the most apalling toothache
known to mankind, May '88 model. My thanks to the revolting
O'Higgins for some serious mix magick. Linguistic note:
"Edgar Wallace" is surrealist rhyming slang for "serious."
Mulreany soirs me up, giggles, and points out that the
chords to Whitfield, Sarah & The Birchfield Road Affair would be quite at home in the epicene
Steve Miller's Take The Money And Run. He's
right, of course, but then we never get to hear records
like that in my town. As it goes,
neither Whitfield of Sarah ever lived in Birchfield Road,
but I did, so I know what I'm talking about. Those upset by
Sarah's gratuitous demise towards the end of this unpleasant
little narrative will be relieved to learn that she
re-appears, alive & well, albeit with a change of name, in
the story An Idea Of Europe, gathering dust in a
bookstore near you some time in the next ten years. (The
white shirt is important.)
Sex Engine is a slice of insulting cak with an
interesting ending. The tall, dark & easily-blackmailed
Brent Bambury appears on backing vocals.
Skinny Puppy fans get writing. And thanks for the
liquor, guys... We don't really think you have anything at
all in common with Bruno Gerussi...
And, well I never, here's another version of Blame.
Without the civilising influence of
Alex "Savage But Reasonable" Green
(already suitably humiliated for absence
on Canadian dates during the previous summer) or the
supertechnopower hot Casio SK-1, this really does start to
get ugly. Which is just as it should be, really. Did you
ask your mum yet? No, well, it's a bit of a problem, I
agree. Why not just fucking educate yourself instead?
Girl-Go is for my friend Phil (ip of Walshingham)
Parfitt, singer & writer with The Perfect Disaster and class A-!
human being. It is about
a number of things, with special emphasis on the popular
chord "E". Listen and pass out.
Just don't forget to come round for Grey Flannelette.
This is my favourite recording on this side, owing partly to
Paul & Laurence's zoom groove. (That's Laurence on
ash-trays, train-spotters.) What started out as an
innocent-enough Mary Perry joke on Bath Of Bacon (the "real"
first L.P.) took an ugly turn when somebody wrote in and
told me that it had actually happened to a friend of his.
So then it went like this. Yuk. Grrrr.
- Clark Harrop
13Sep2002 5:24 AM
(11 years 345 days ago)
Thanks for your addition to the cannon of pure Canadiana. Ed Broadbent and Sheila Copps still wear prominent badges identifying themselves as "Sex Machines". Warmest regards from your fans across the pond.