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 March & April of '88 the Fishpower J.B.C. was on tour in
europe. One of the great attractions of Eurotrucking is the
hour-or-so of dancing to be had between packing up the
noise-boxes after the show and driving back to the hotel to
get profoundly twisted. This year, however, we found a
severe shortage of suitable frugging material and so, on our
return to the green unpleasant land, we set about recording
our own "Dance Record." The result is this, you own J.B.C
"Acid Shed" version of Classix Four's Spooky. The
idea is that you turn it up very loud indeed and thrash
about in a carefree fashion until it stops. Check it, as
they say, out.
In a similar vein comes the Edgar Wallace mix of
The Best Way,
a rap which originally appeared on the indisposible
Fishcotheque L.P.
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."
I don't know how it is with you (I lose the capacity to read
or write after 16 hours of touring) but one of our "great"
British cultural institutions is the vile, gutless, tabloid
gutter-press. Hence Blame, a savagely twisted glance
in the direction of those idiotic "68-88" retrospectives
that were filling up the space between oral-retentive breast
displays and vicious anti-homosexual/drug/human dignity
tirades this summer. Oh, ask your mum, then...
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.