Ease yourself into Saturday with the Ian McLagan clip here. If we could all go to a shindig where the band sounded like this tonight then we'd be doing better than alright.

This looks like a fun night oot!

The oxygen of publicity in any shape or form is something that shouldn’t be taken lightly. If you believe in something then you should root for it. If you have to criticise something to create a perspective then fine but don’t spend hours putting the boot into something that would be best left to wither and die.

I’ve been following the Lefsetz/Simmons thing. One of them has a point that he’s labouring and the other one doesn’t just have a chip on his shoulder, he’s balancing an entire sack o’ spuds on there. And then there’s the two gallon drum of snake oil he’s attempting to pass off into the bargain. Meanwhile elsewhere, trails are being blazed. Acts with genuine talent are building a following, almost brick by brick.

It’s heartening to read how Matt & Kim are trouncing Cut Copy. They’re doing this via hard work and playing their fucking hearts out. The clips of Hello Saferide that I posted the other day are so great that they give me goosebumps. To me, this is the reason why I keep banging my napper bloody against the wall. Watching The Quattros at DWC last week I wondered why the hell they weren’t a household name.

I’m not down with “pee the highest” contests. The terrain has shifted and cool things can happen. No arts grants or business plans tend to be involved. When the blue touch paper is lit. So come on folks, get to rubbing those sticks together to make some fire. Then we’ll get to running the dilholes that are choking the pipes all the way outta dodge.

That RT documentary on BBC Four just now brought back a lot of idealistic, bloody-minded memories. I could do with more of that kinda jump start activity on the noggin.

When New Math were morphing into The Jet Black Berries, they were one of the first combos to embrace the influence of The Cramps. Here's a link to a recent live show that includes a stonking version of "Garbageman" from their home turf in Rochester at The Bug Jar.

(Thanks to Brother Duano for stickin' out those cans!)

DO IT YOURSELF: The Story of Rough Trade on BBC Four tonight (Thanks Martin)

This time last week I was in the pub with David, Penny and The Quattros. Good times.

This past few days haven't been quite so rosy but at least I'm still in employment. The "jaicket on a shaky nail" scenario has receded for the immediate future but who knows what's in store.

Still, things could be much worse and I'm coming around to the notion of being appreciative of what does go on. Not exactly to a stage of thinking "half-full" but quietly thinking that "it's the little things" that really matter.

I'd dearly love to make up those facebook lists of fave records and things but I just don't have the time and energy. It's fun diggin' in to other peoples gear though. there have been some great ones. Is it possible for everybody to access these things or do you have to be "friends"?

Need to make a concerted effort to get some stuff done on here this weekend too but I'm a wee bit sidetracked by the fact that I'm waiting for somebody to come and (hopefully) fix the central heating. Next week it'll be the car service/MOT. I HATE all that crap but it's a necessary evil.

Why don't things just work? And keep on going?? Is that really so much to expect???

So, time to catch up on correspondence and whatever else my limited bursts of energy allow. have a good one whatever you're up to. I'm just about to blast the Adiam album at ear-splitting volume and will provide the lowdown in due course. It's out next week...

Lux's Astral Ascension (From LA Weekly - Thanks Joss)

Girl Trouble is 25!! Oh to be in Tacoma tomorra!

Other than that, I'll bid you farewell for this evening. My central heating is knackered and I gotta get things together before the engineer comes tomorrow. All going well, it'll be back up and running swiftly. If not then methinks I'll be investing in a couple of extra jumpers.

See you ramorra as opposed to sayonara...

Friday March 13th (ooh, spooky!) will see BigKegshandy and Steptoe return to Bristol's latest spot fer hipsters, flipsters and finger-poppers, The Lanes on Nelson Street, for another bowling brilliant evening of wild 45s fer dancin' plus live, Frome-flavoured freakbeat from Magic Tractor, featuring two former Bronco Bullfrog folks and a Bad Detective!

First strike is 9pm and it's a gutterballs a-go-go 'til 3am, all fer a measly £3!

So come quaff from a selection of reasonably-priced Euro biers, sling some classic bowling alley vittles down yer necks, rave to the band, make like a kingpin, and dance yer asses off!

See ya at the bar? Selah!

BBC Scotland documentary about the Glasgow Apollo. (iPlayer)

THE NERVEBREAKERS ARE BACK!

photo by Nicke Blitz

For the first time in 15 years, since the release of “We Want Everything”, the Nervebreakers will perform live. Only three shows are scheduled.

Friday, March 20th (5PM) at the Owl Tree Roasting, 3421 N. Interstate 35, Austin 78722.

Saturday, March 21th (7PM), at Antones Record Shop, 2928 Guadalupe, Austin 78705.

Saturday, April 11th, at Club Dada, 2720 Elm, Dallas 75226.(attached photo by Nicke Blitz)

Nervebreakers are a late seventies/early eighties Texas punk band considered by many to be the first of their kind in the southwest. Like many others of this genre, they started out as a high school garage band doing sixties / early seventies cover songs. What made them unique was their range of material; from the music of the English Invasion to Yummy Yummy bubble gum as well as songs from punk pioneers MC5 to true blue country artists like George Jones.

The array of influence from all those cover songs melded into a two guitar, bass and drum sonic assault with a wild child vocalist up front. The members of the band began writing some of their own songs. All aspects were in place and the band was primed when the punk movement broke in the mid-seventies. On July 24, 1977 the Ramones first blitzkrieged Dallas' Electric Ballroom and Nervebreakers opened. In 1978 the Sex Pistols set out to swindle America but it was Nervebreakers who stole the show at The Longhorn Ballroom. In 1979 when the Clash were calling here at Dallas’ Palladium, Nervebreakers let them know they weren’t in London anymore. By 1980 when the Police came to town, they were Nervebreakers fans due to Random Notes in Rolling Stone. The list reads on and on in NME, Melody Maker and High Times. Like a who’s who of punk rock history, our guys held their own as the Texas band to see. Nervebreakers weren’t just playing, they were the real deal. Home grown - born and raised. Texas proud and ready to kill.

They introduced punk rock with a bit of a ‘twang’ to the world and recorded it for all to hear. In the pre - D.I.Y. days of 1978 they self-released the EP “Politics” featuring “My Girlfriend is a Rock”. ”Girlfriend” became a hit in San Francisco, Sacramento and Boston and was later covered by the Angry Samoans and Wool - among others. This song (and the US invasion of Iraq) inspired sixteen year old punk upstarts, Spector 45, to put their spin on the song as “My Girlfriend’s in Iraq” in 2003. Other 7 inch gems that followed include “Hijack the Radio” b/w “Why Am I So Flipped” The black and blue vinyl “Girls, Girls, Girls, Girls, Girls” b/w a cover of the obscure Rolling Stones song “I’d much Rather be with the Boys”. The band also contributed two songs “So Sorry” (as the Barry Kooda Combo) and “I Love Your Neurosis” to the local punk rock compilation “Are We Too Late for the Trend” put out by ESR.

Other acts featured on this late seventies Dallas area time capsule include the Telefones, The Vomit Pigs, The Skuds and Superman’s Girlfriend. Despite being recognized as the biggest and baddest of them all locally, they were also huge fans of Texas predecessors such as the 13th Floor Elevators. This eventually led to the band contacting Psychedelic rock pioneer Roky Erickson. Roky had just walked out of a mental institution so they offered to open shows for him and provide the legendary musician with a backup group. The result helped Roky back in the public eye. And “Roky Erickson and the Nervebreakers Live at the Palladium in 1979” was issued on the French label New Rose Records.

In 1980, Nervebreakers took on their biggest endeavor yet, recording the full length album “We Want Everything”. Sadly due to band finances this effort was not to be released. Side projects and individual interest whittled away at the band until an eventual demise. Each and every off shoot of the band has been and continues to be incredible. Vocalist Thom "Tex" Edwards has fronted bands including “The Swingin’ Cornflake Killers”, “The Loafin ' Hyenas” and most recently “Out on Parole”. Lead guitarist, Mike Haskins, has led the instrumental spaghetti western band “The Big Guns” for the last decade. And guitarist Barry Kooda had a great run with late 80's band “Yeah Yeah Yeah” and as one of three front men in the 1990's country outfit “The Cartwrights”. But those are all other long stories so for now let’s just stick with Nervebreakers. “We Want Everything” did not see the light of day until 1994 when Texas rarities/reissue label ‘Existential Vacuum’ released it to rave reviews.

This was followed by a single reuniting of the band for a release party at Trees in Deep Ellum. Shortly thereafter this effort was picked up by garage/punk label ‘Get Hip Records’ and made available worldwide. In 2000 Italian label, “Rave Up Records” woke up and released “Hijack the Radio” a collection of singles, rarities and live cuts. Years after they laid the groundwork for thousands of other Texas bands, Nervebreakers were finally getting their due. Which brings us, folks; to 2009. After serving your punk rock needs for over thirty years the Nervebreakers have reunited.

All five core members have returned including vocalist Thomas "T. TEX" Edwards, lead guitarist Mike Haskins, rhythm guitarist Barry "KOODA" Huebner, Bob "WILDMAN" Childress on bass and drummer Carl Edmund Giesecke.. An anthology "Why Am I So Flipped?” of previously unreleased on CD songs has been assembled and a brand new effort of never recorded before material entitled “Face Up to Reality” has been taken into the studio and captured as well. Why now? Unlike most of their contemporaries they are all still alive. So there is an opportunity to re-emerge. The roots of the band and the music have finally brought things full circle. Prepare yourself because the best is yet to come.

Frank Campagna, Dallas, 2009

(Thanks to Tex for the heads-up)

Feel like I've been living in a bubble for the past week(ish). Came up for air and see that the reaper (that's hear not fear) has been up to his or her old tricks again. It's not necessarily a guy, right? Equal opporchancities and all that... So we bid a fond farewell to these folks.

RIP - Paul Skelton (The Cornell Hurd Band)

RIP - Jimmy Boyd

RIP - Herbie Duncan

RIP - Hank Locklin

There's something in the air at the minute. A number of different commotions too. All of this seems tailor-made to unsettle what passes for a general order. I'm not even sure what I mean, but I do know that it stinks. And that people I care about are hurting. And that the two are not mutually exclusive. Contrary to (some) popular belief, I'm not that perturbed about myself. To quote my old pal Chris Gaffney, "I'm not new".

Which is a peculiar jumping off point because last night I was in an Edinburgh Lecture Hall at a presentation that found the humble fanzine thrust into the glare of academia. I'm still getting my head around it actually but it was very positive. Chris Atton made his case for the form fairly and squarely based on years of having been addicted to it. Seems like it's more than a sidestreet of alternative media to him. The fact that he's got the whole kaboodle this far must surely be an indictment on the times we find ourselves in. And you know what? Good on him. Because if I can go somewhere like this and hear Brian Hogg get a shout-out (I'm sure that's not the term in this setting). The underlying enthusiasm was barely concealed and I think that most of the people present got a beat on that.

I spoke to Chris briefly after his presentation and got the impression that he is well and truly on a mission. As it continues, and the National Library project gets underway, then I'll keep you posted. If nothing else, it might divert the contents of my loft from ending up in a skip. It was a pretty peculiar experience and a welcome alternative to crashing out before the second of two episodes of Corrie as so often befits a Monday. If I'd got to the shop that does veggie haggis samosas before it closed then it would have been a perfect night. Maybe not as outright groovy as last Friday but getting there.

Apologies for the loss of the service today but I just got in. There's a lot going on and being that I managed to drag myself into Edinburgh tonight after a long days slog, then that would seem to be a sound enough reason to bunk off. If not. And you feel really let down. Well, I don't know what to tell you other than go plunder the sodding sidebar why don'tcha...

See the sea of hands at a recent Matt & Kim rally in Austin!
(Photo courtesy of Brother KP)

(Thanks to Deadbolt via Staysick for this link)

Susquehanna Industrial Tool & Die Co. returns this week to the world famous Rodeo Bar -- where the beer's cold, the Tex-Mex cuisine hot, and the peanuts are in the shell! Shell away, shall we?

WEDNESDAY, MARCH 11th / RODEO BAR /
375 Third Avenue (at the corner of 27th Street) in Manhattan / Two jumbo-sized sets, from 10pm sharp until 12:30am / No cover!
And, for those with a bent for brunch...

SUNDAY, MARCH 15th / SUNDAY BRUNCH at SUPERFINE! 126 Front Street (between Pearl and Jay Streets) in DUMBO, Brooklyn / Three digestive sets, from noon until 3pm / Free music! Reservations: 718-243-9005

Yours truly, Michael
Susquehanna Industrial Tool & Die Co.
"Ballads, Boogies & Blues"

So the snow squall outside seems to have subsided but that matters little because I'm not venturing over the door again today. I'm listening to Stefan's SBB show from the other night. I missed it but thanks to the wonders of the interweb I can hear my Uncle Eric croon "The Downside of Being a Fuck Up" as I gather my thoughts with regard to what's been happening since Thursday.

Not sure exactly where the last couple or three days have gone but they scooted by alright. National Express even got the train into town five minutes or therabouts early. Kings Cross station is undergoing major renovation and it's a pain the arse. Don't even get me started on the pastie kiosk not being there. Anyway, you have to go out to venture into the tube station so I noticed it was a cracking evening weatherwise. This brought me to the decision that I'd take the train to Hammersmith and walk around the Thames to Chiswick. If you've done that route then you'll know what I'm talking about. It's a very relaxing trek and so far removed from the hububb. Watching the sun go down as I approached my destination was a bit of a metaphor for the trip.

So a quick hit and run and we're headed for the centre of town for a wee aperatif prior to going to Madame JoJo's for The Jim Jones Revue. The spot was The Phoenix Artists Club and it's a nice slice of old London quaffing. Plus you have to get signed in after 8pm. JoJo's itelf is a cracking place too. Mainly a burlesque joint these days, it presents a classy club showcase atmos but the bar has no beer on tap!

I think that JJR album is pretty good but I have to say that I didn't rate the show. The sound was awful. Everywhere in the place. They do look good and make a first rate stab at channelling that 50's glam but I don't actually hear any songs. Making my way to the back I was thinking that this would make an ideal opening band for Primal Scream. By the time I made a quick pitstop in the wee laddies room. I came out and was standing three feet away from Bobby Gillespie. I don't dig those kind of omens. Maybe I'll see the JJR again if they play up north. Maybe I won't. I really do hope that my general verdict of style over substance was a blip but I doubt it. There were a lot of very good looking girls there so they must be doing something right.

So that takes us to Friday and a lunchtime hookup in Camden with Mike "Saucerman" Mastrangelo who has a new gig up that way. Couple of pints and some bangers and mash in The Worlds End really did the trick. After that we took a wee schlepp up to Inverness street to Mega City Comics and the fantastic "Sounds That Swing". I'm really glad those places are still there but really wish that "Rock On" and "Compendium Books" were too. I remember buying Back door man mags and "Home of The Brave" by Bonnie and the Treasures on the same day but don't recall much of what happened just this morning. We travelled to Camden by bus and went through many old haunts such as Praed Street home of Bizarre Records.

Arranging to meet BB, Suzy and Joey Quattro in the fabled Wardour Street watering hole The Ship, where some of had also been the night before. Another great spot that seems to have been untainted over the years. Some of the ROCK they blast is a little unnecessary but they have first rate bar staff. Some of whom wear very sweary t-shirts. Anyway as Dave and Penny headed home for a date with Toody and Muldoon I headed for the DWC with the Quattros. Such a pleasure to see the kids again.

So it's nearly showtime and it was cool to see such a cool coterie of folks come out. I have it on excellent authority that the opening band Vinny Vinny were line Ocean Colour Scene. I realise that perhaps there is a god after hearing this verdict having missed them. The Buckle Ups played a short, sharp punk rock dipped in metal set. Possibly the entire opposite of the opener. Such youthful optimism and an understanding of Ben Weasel's place in the scheme of things is something I wish more bands could appreciate.

And now it's Quattro time and I don't think that I need to take several paragraphs here. This was the best I've seen them. In terms of pace, playing and choice of songs then this was an excellent set. No fannying about or stopping. Just straight down the line first class. The version of "Too Late" was arenarocktastic. I think the crowd thought so too.

My Drug Hell followed them. I don't care for this at all. I'm not even sure why but maybe it's like the sound of this austerity trip that's going on. I want a bit of fun or glamour. And so did Ollekarlsson who made a surprise appearance in beautiful uptown(?) Tufnell Park. A bit of Quattrophenia, not some miserabilist exercise in making me even more forlorn. It's like music for students who oughtta be old enough to know better. Actually, the sounds aren't as bad as the band name. Blimey.

And that, as they say is that. Martin dropped Qina off then me but it was a grand evening. Train trip back was uneventful but I ran outta credit on my phone and couldn't call a taxi or anybody to come get me so I had to walk 3+ miles home in the pissing rain. Serves me right for having too much fun? Maybe so folks. Maybe so...

The Q's are in Brighton tonight so you really need to get down there if it is in any way possible. They've got the power to alter your worldview through pop music. No artificial stimulus necessary. By this time tomorrow they'll be back in Barcelona and you'll have missed your chance. But they shall return. And yo'll find all the info on that right here when it all goes down.

Mick Cancer remembers Lux. (Thanks to Rich Lustre and Mick for sharing this...)

THE WAY HE WALKED

Years ago, for some inexplicable reason, the late Joey Ramone instigated a “Lux is Dead” rumor, pertaining to Lux Interior, the mercurial singer for the proto-punkabilly band The Cramps. Fortunately, this questionable replication of a “Paul is Dead” type hoax was hastily dismissed as the dark joke it was.

Ironically, that day I placed a call to Lux and Poison Ivy Rorschach, Interior’s lover, alter-ego and the Cramps’ guitarist and musical architect. Lux happened to answer and upon inquiring how he was, he snorted that he was “glad to be alive”. Unaware of the circulating hysteria, I listened incredulously as Lux laughingly related the details of Joey’s goofy prank.

Sadly, the news arriving from Glendale, California on February 4th was no careless hoax. Lux, one of RocknRoll’s iconoclastic and iconic voices, was silenced. This world will never seem the same again.

It was my great fortune and privilege to meet Lux and Ivy in 1977 when Alex Chilton, whom I’d encountered a few months prior, insisted I check out The Cramps. He further suggested I introduce myself, as they were great folks.

The baptism was hair-raising. My girlfriend Alison (The) End and I couldn’t believe what we witnessed. This was primordial pandemonium played by ardent missionaries, zealots recalling the basest instincts of the madmaddaddys who had originally carved out the form. But this was no exercise in mere reverent nostalgia. No, The Cramps dug up the grave of long dormant voodoo RocknRoll, rattled its’ rockin’ bones, dressed it up in horrormovie regalia, and fed it psychedelic mushrooms. Oozing a seething, sleazy sexuality, this was the ungodly white trash progeny of Frankenstein, Barbarella, Elvis Presley and Myra Breckenridge. In doing so, the door to the future blew wide open.

It was an apocalyptic event, the most devastating performance I’d ever experienced, chock full of instantly classic songs, wicked passion, sassy style, garbageman humor, boiling brimstone and, oh yes, imminent danger. It was a definitive, life changing moment.

This was the classic Cramps, swathed in black, so pale they appeared to have never considered sunlight:

Sweet lil innocent Bryan Gregory, as street talkin’ cheetah with a head fulla cigarette smoke and hairspray, a pock-marked sneer and polka dots, crossbones and a godawful racket everywhere….

Stoic, smirking, slickbacked – the mobmod matinee idol Nick Knox sat at the drums, impervious….

Lux, a hiccupping problem child, Ricky Nelson turned leering human fly, conjuring Nervous Norvous and Iggy Stooge in a dance with Dominodomino that made the devil dizzy….

And Ivy, a backstreet bombshell, ice and fire and twang, the decadent daughter of darkness Link Wray could only pray for….

Summoning our courage, Alison and I crept backstage, tepidly announcing ourselves. And we stepped forever into the slipstream of the eternal mystery of RocknRoll. It was like we shot heroin.

And we got hooked. We became fans/friends/acolytes, especially with Lux and Ivy. Removed from stage personas, they were the kindest, hippest, most elegant humans one could hope to meet. Intelligent, creative, witty and mystical, they shared a singular uniqueness.

We went to every Crampshow, we stayed at their Cramped NYC apartment, we haunted flea markets in hope of rare records, exotic clothing and pointed shoes, we listened mesmerized as they played their vast collection of rockabilly obscurities, we watched gorehound films and later at some 4 AM eatery ordered spinach omelets.

When we determined to start our own band, the eventual Sic Kidz, The Cramps offered continual inspiration and support, became mentors, teaching us how to be a band, how to conduct a rehearsal, a sound check, how to behave, how to wear sunglasses after dark. Our odyssey began thirty years ago, opening for The Cramps at The Hot Club in Philadelphia, Lux offering the introductory benediction.

But things change. The Cramps, on the cusp of their legendary stardom, moved west. Bryan, in a fit of wayward witchery, defected in a shroud of paranoia, delusion, and the Bee Gees. Alison (The) End passed away in 1980, buried with the guitar she got from Ivy. Still, a special relationship endured for decades.

Lux rocks now in another dimension, teaching the Lord a new kinda kick. But his spirit persists. He was a natural, a true believer, a pulpit poundin’ preacher whose calling it was to deliver the serum of RocknRoll as a life force, a source of salvation and repair, an alternative to eternal damnation. His like won’t be seen soon again.

This is not Lux Interior’s obituary, nor his eulogy. It is rather a testament to a friend whose rare essence touched so many. We will miss him terribly.

And I will recall, until the day I die, the way he walked.

Michael J. Ferguson
(aka Mick Cancer)
On behalf of The Sickidz

Literally just about to leave the bunker and I get this...

"Tonight (Thurs 5th Mar) due to a cancellation elsewhere on the tour Suzy & Los Quattro will be playing FREE at the Hob with the Buckle Ups. Starts around 8pm."

So I guess Bristol bottled it for whatever reason. So anybody headed there, not from there, should make alternative arrangements to go to Brighton. I hope this means they'll get to "The London" earlier than planned tomorrow...

Postscript 8/3: The venue in Bristol closed. Something because of the council or licensing or whatever. Another nail in the coffin of live music. As if things weren't fucked up enough.

From our pal Philippe in Paris...

Here's a link with some cool pictures of Lux doing voiceover for the Rayo X character in Los Campeones de la Luche Libre, newly released animation movie about Mexican wrestlers. Thought you might like to see them.

Sobering news for a Thursday morning. A sign of these shite times for sure...

(Link courtesy of Ed Lord)

A quickie from Mr Spence... The SubCity live session's free admission and it's at the Glasgow University Post-Grad Research Club, 13 University Gardens, Glasgow G12. You NEED to be there by 7.45 at the latest, 'cos the set's going out live at 8.
And the Knavemen have had to pull out of the Friday night Edinburgh show due to unforeseen circumstances, despite being on the flyer - a suitable replacement may be found in time. Hope to see y'all there!

OK, this will be brief because time is of the essence and there is stuff to be done. This is likely to be it until Saturday or Sunday but we'll see. Operators are standing by, should the need arise...

Suzy & Los Quattro are UK bound, possibly as I tap away here, so check if there's a show in your travelling distance and get the heck along. If you're at the DWC on Friday, see you there!

And, if you're indoors for the duration - tune into Sophisticated Stefan Conrad's inaugural Boom Boom radio extravaganza via live stream... 7pm - 9pm in Germany but they're an hour ahead of the UK, right? Anyway, work it out and listen to this guy! He knows his way around a groovy tune alright!

UGLY THINGS - ISSUE #28
UGLY THINGS #28. 208 pages / perfect bound / full-color glossy cover. We have several glamorous big-name cover stories this time around, along with our usual quota of obscure but happening sounds. First up, an exclusive interview with Trevor Burton of The Move, including lots of wickedly cool and rare photos. Also, a feature on Roky Ericksons pre-psychedelic adventures in Austin with The Spades, along with a big feature review on the upcoming 13th Floor Elevators 10-CD box set. Plus the great but terminally neglected Dave Clark Five, including interviews with Dave Clark and Lenny Davidson. Sixties garage rock predominates as always with stories on The Good Feelins, The Daughters of Eve, The Boy Blues, The Living Children and TVs Shindogs. We also reveal the strange but true tales of 70s Parisian proto-punks Angel Face, the Northwests once mysterious New Dawn, hard rockers Troyka, and New York cult underground heroes Hackamore Brick. Not to mention the bizarre saga of Philippe Debarge, the millionaire French playboy who made an amazing 1969 psych album backed by his favorite band, The Pretty Things. And thats not all. Jon Savage takes a look at the History of Rock Fanzines, Aaron Milenski gives us 50 Reasons Not to Hate the Synthesizer, and of course theres our extensive review section, covering all the latest reissues and music-related books and DVDs

"We have Shake Appeal" they said in 1975! And they've still got it!! Rally for a digest reprint... you know you want it - Back Door Man on Myspace!

I think this bag was in the first bunch of stuff Miriam ever sent me back in 1978. It was for the store where Lux and Bryan worked. The higher of the Third Avenue numbers I think but don't really recall... anyway, I found it and thought you might like to have a wee look.

You'll excuse me if I keep this brief there's stuff to be sorted out. On top of that the stockmarkets are in freefall, they're talking about hiking up the price of alcohol here in Scotchland and the bitter wind of the new austerity is blowing close to my kilt. Apart from that, everything is just (j.) dandy!

Oh yeah, the hack has been thwarted. Some dilweed in China trying to punt their wares... apologies again if you got some daft message supposedly from my hotmail.

“This is Jonna Lee” is the second album from this Scandanavian chanteuse. Continuing the stream of unstoppable quality pop from the Razzia hit factory. Check out “My High”. It’s like what mighta happened if Carole King had written “I’m Waitin’ For The Man”. In terms of melodramatic popular song, they don’t come much more sophisticated than these. It’s not high octane but more slow burn.

The kind of thing that you’ll casually overhear and wonder what the heck it is like an itch. This will eventually turn into a rash as the songs wash over you. There’s an understated swing to the undertow of “Newfound Friend” that’s way cooler than any Aimee Mann song I ever heard. “The Light” appeared late last year on the “This War” EP. It sounds like it’s been a bit buffed up from that outing.

The quiet assuredness works in a way that bludgeoning never could. Jonna and her crew have fashioned a wee gem that will surely infiltrate the hearing gear of anyone with ears. Be nice to see and hear how it works in a live setting, hopefully the UK will get a chance to do so in the not too distant future.

It’s been very remiss of me not to write about the “Lola Dutronic in Berlin” album before this. I’ve had it for a while and have played a lot. Their mix of varying electronica tempos and French pop is pretty damned exquisite. Again it’s not something that might grab you straight away. I’m a sucker for their craft and have seen people dismiss them and then come back to ask what that was again.

So, irrespective of whether it’s love at first listen or something that might grow, LD are in command of a quality product. The narrative of “Brigitte Bardot” is something I could just listen to over and over. When I folded and bought a cd player way back whenever, I kidded myself to think that I might listen to more jazz. That never happened but just lately, because of music like this I’ve taken to the highways and byeways of this kind of cinematic synth pop.

Not quite dance music but something that evokes time and space, irrespective of the place. This deserves to sell in Pet Shop Boys-sized truckloads. I remember once seeing The Pastels and Stereolab. Bob Stanley was playing records (or djing as the youngsters call it). The whole vibe was just indescribable, a happening in my heid at least. This album reminds me of that experience. They even roped in ex-Martian Spider, Mike Garson. Lola D combine these beats and offbeat orchestration to create an infectious exotica that could well be the soundtrack to an impromptu journey out of this world. That’s a rocket I could do with getting on board a lot more often. File under: Dutronica.

Bryan Gregory, Tex Rubinowitz and Nick Knox (can't recall location, I think I got it with a TR presskit) if anybody knows, or knows who took it - please pipe up!

Steven Morrissey on The Cramps for Record Mirror

This was 1979, pre-LOTC as I recall.

Click on the image to enlarge. That way you should be able to read it. Sorry about the guff quality...

I'm not convinced the e-mail breach has been addressed to my satisfaction so I've torn hotmail an additional one. I was already in a foul mood so it was kinda full throttle. Anyway, the general demeanor has been lifted further after I watched this...

OPTIMO LUX TRIBUTE!

The recent passing of The Cramp's Lux Interior totally devastated us and we felt compelled to do something to mark the occasion.

So, on Friday March 13th we will host a musical celebration of the life of Lux. This will be a night of music The Cramps taught us - filthy, fucked up rock n' roll, rockabilly, strip music & swamp sleaze, and of course a healthy dose of music from the mighty cramps themselves who showed us that the ROLL is as important as the ROCK.

Venue - stereo Doors 11 - 3.

Full twang-o-rama sound. Entry - £5

(Info courtesy of Twitch, thanks to Alan for the heads up)

Photos from the recent Cramps Fetish Night in London - Thanks Siena

Some spamming tosspot has infiltrated my hotmail account so apologies if you receive a message on account of this. It's been reported and the relevant steps have been taken but that doesn't take a way from the fact that it shouldn't have happened in the first place. If it happens again then it's bye bye hotmail.

RIP - Randy Bewley (Pylon)

(Thanks to Marty for the info)

This time next week, all going to plan, I’ll be in some boozer down “The London”. The occasion? The Quattros will be hitting the Dirty Water Club and if that’s not cause for celebration then I divnae ken what the hell is.

A few things to run by you this Friday evening. I’ll be staying pretty close to the ol’ “midden heid” this weekend so if I can resist the urge to fester in front of the TV catching up on dvd watching, then there’ll be intermittent action with regard to music stuff. Can’t be any more specific at this junk-ture… So whilst on the subject of movies…

Dead by Dawn returns to Filmhouse 30 April - 3 May 2009 with Spawn of Dawn returning at midnight on Saturday 2 May 2009. Passes will cost £65, Spawn of Dawn tickets will cost £25. Both are available here. This is the UK's premier horrorfest - accept nae substitute.

It always seems to coincide with my being away, and this year looks like being no exception but maybe the schedule could be shuffled a bit.

Murray Ramone found this Scott Kempner clip for your viewing and listening pleasure…
He also reminded me of this. I think I might have posted a link to what might have gone down when Rabbie met Iggy but maybe not. I certainly meant to.

Empress of Fur are at DWC tonight. I always liked them. Wish they were on next week.

Still, you can’t have everything…

Grumpy Gonzo on Bill Hicks

I should have posted Maia's video last week but for some reason, I completely forgot. My faculties ain't at their best right now...

Fanzine project at the National Library of Scotland...

RIP - Wendy Richard

RIP - Antoinette K-Doe

(Houndblog post)

The first single from the debut Two White Horses album. Out March 18th on the Stand By Your Band! imprint...

Two White Horses: Good Times Are Gone Forever

Say, are YOU getting enough SIT & Die Co.?

Doctors agree* -- a monthly measure of SUSQUEHANNA INDUSTRIAL TOOL & DIE CO. promotes healthfulness and regularity! *Note: Doctors have not been consulted and do not necessarily agree. THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 26th (and the last Thursday of every month!) at OTTO'S SHRUNKEN HEAD TIKI BAR & LOUNGE 538 East 14th Street (just west of Avenue B) in Manhattan / Two readily absorbed shows, from 8:00 sharp until 10:00 / No cover!
Digestively yours-

Michael, Susquehanna Industrial Tool & Die Co.
"Ballads, Boogies & Blues"

P.S. An added dose is available on Tuesday, February 24th at Zebulon in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, at our pal Lily Sickles' birthday party. One SIT & Die Co. set at 10pm (featuring saucy special guest The Baby Maria), followed by Lily, herself, fronting a musical supergroup of some kind. Oh, and cake. It's free and, yes, you're invited!

I'm proud of the fact that I completely managed to stay away from the computer last night. Sir Jocke of Ericson sent me this "trailer" for an upcoming exhibit in Stockholm. I never heard the "Preraphaelites" but if J says they rock then thats good enough for me. A wee bit culture off the beaten track for a midweek morning. Don't worry, the clatter and bang will be back soon enough...

My friends, I Are Droid are making a video for their rawktastic new single "Before The Fall".

Check out these instructions and help 'em out!!

Thanks to everybody who showed up for the screenings last night. It was great to hear the film get a hearty round of applause after the final credits. Hopefully there'll be a few more evenings like that down the road apiece.

It will come as no surprise that my intros were a stream of (un)conciousness. I was pretty giddy by the time of the second one because I knew then that no-one could be disappointed. Let's call it "Gibber" - my hybrid of Google and Twitter. It's great when your faith in something turns out to be wholly justified. My demeanour would be a lot less sour if that happened more often. I think the Film Festival as a whole broke all their previous records. There are no plans to make it "Cannes on the Clyde" as Allison Gardner succinctly put it. This is a good thing. Roll on February 2010!

I see a lot of music documentaries and am often disappointed or deflated by the time they’re over. Not so with ”The Wrecking Crew”. A lot of love and respect went into the making of this.

The film took 12 years to complete. Denny Tedesco made it to celebrate the amazing lives of his dad, guitar player Tommy Tedesco and his colleagues. Since the piece was completed, Earl Palmer passed away in September 2008. It’s important that such a document exists, not only for those who are familiar with their work but also for those who have yet to discover it. Like “Standing in the Shadows of Motown”, this is an insight into the people who were the bedrock of the greatest records ever made. This one is more personal and therefore affecting than “Shadows”. There’s a sort of overlap which isn’t touched upon, that being when Motown moved to the West Coast, some of these musicians took up the slack on those too.

At this point it would probably be easier to make a list of the great tunes that they weren’t on. Those they did though include all the Wall of Sound sides that have sent shivers up and down all of our spines over the years and The Beach Boys. Doctor H reported recently that they were even the house band on the Lancelot Link and the Evolution Revolution sessions! These musicians combined intuitive playing with real heart and soul to create a backdrop for an amazing array of artists.

You can’t programme what these folks made with some software. Synthetic orchestration is no match for the full-on analog assault that their sessions wrought.

The pace is just right and the tone undeniably upbeat. Discovering that Tommy was the guitar player on the "F Troop" theme (not to mention Bonanza) really made my heart soar. To be able to hear folks like Al Casey tell their stories is such a valuable resource and you won’t be able to believe how cool Carol Kaye is. Denny Tedesco’s access to the cast is what makes this tick with a passion. It infuses the whole deal with actual reality as opposed to the devices that directors often scatter through this type of film.

Hopefully down the line – when not if it snags proper distribution – some of the individuals who made the documentary will make it to the UK in person. Please go to the site and sign up to the mailing list. Pronto.

Earlier on in the day, I saw the “Who Killed Nancy” film. Alan G Parker was there to introduce it but had to bail to attend a screening at The Cameo in Edinburgh. The evening previously, I’d watched Don Letts "Punk: Attitude" (thanks Martin) and there seems to be some bleed in terms of the interviews. WKN is interspersed with some really irritating graphic animation. The interview sequences make up for this somewhat as the story unfolds. You’re left in no uncertain terms with the fact that Sid didn’t “do it”. It was a big boy what did only he ran away and has never been tracked down. In his absence, Rockets Redglare is also cited as a probable culprit. In total, I enjoyed the film but feel it would have been tighter without those cartoons. In the closing credits I noticed a typo on “Otto’s Shrunken Head” where some of the interviews took place. I have to deduct points for that.

But then again, there was Glen Matlock's poster for "The Rebel". Wouldn't mind having one of those...

It’s no secret that I never rated Buzzcocks. nothing anyone can do or say will ever convince me otherwise. However, Sam Taylor-Wood’s short film, “Love You More” that accompanied WKN is a nice little slice of nostalgia. More details here.

I'm going to see this today, prior to TWC. Don't know much other than it has Handsome Dick, Howie Pyro and John Holmstrom in it.



Will file the verdict (on the documentary) in due course...

This is going down in Coventry this coming Friday... (Thanks Ian)

Tonight at GFT, Glasgow.

Two screenings at 6.30pm and 8.30pm.

You can book tickets here.

To underline the previous message from Eugene Reynolds...

"It's not over at all!

A few misunderstandings, compounded by some cross purpose communications, have given cause to the rumour that we have split up.

We will be under new management, but HAVE NOT, repeat HAVE NOT - split up!!!

Plans for dates in Japan and the US are underway, as well as some UK touring activity later in the year.

Meantime the band are working on material for the follow-up to the acclaimed "Can't Stand The Rezillos" album.

Even we didn't know we'd split up!!!

The Rezillos"

A preparation, recommended by Doctor H...

Hinterland

This just in from Planet Rezillo...

Hi Lindsay

Eugene here.

The REZILLOS have not split. Some weird hacking went on. Terminated.

Even all the band members are still alive and kicking (what else) so even that other rumour can be nuked.

Rock

EUGENE REYNOLDS
The REZILLOS

Facebook notes, importing blog entries and generally frittering away my existence whilst lapping up the sonic excellence of North Fork Sound. Ain't that what Saturday mornings are about?

Looking at the new Filmhouse brochure that just came in, I notice that "Gun Crazy" is being re-released in April. Far as I know anyway, it's not been re-made with Pitt and Jolie or whoever. The thing that struck me about it was the rating. PG - contains mild violence, threat and smoking scenes. As if society wasn't far enough up around the U-bend. they have to poison our minds with this filth. Anyway, it'll be braw to see this on the big screen.

And while we're still at the flicks, "Transatlantic Feedback" will also be hitting up theatres for a short run in that self-same month.

Couple more cool Lux things you might have missed.

Zoom in online by Sean Rogan (Thanks to Mike and Katie)

Black & White by David Pelfrey

"Feels So Good To Feel"... you know it!!

So, you've been to the early showing of TWC tomorrow night and you're looking for somewhere to head to? The Martial Arts should be onstage at around 10pm. Maybe you could trochle along to The Halt Bar...


Over there in da Netherlands... Fistful is coming up for 5!

RIP - Snooks Eaglin (Thanks to Ben for the link)

Great piece at The Houndblog.

This just in from rezillos.com (and also Martin and Jonathan - thanks fellas)

"Sorry folks!
The Rezillos have split up.
We know it's happened before but we're pretty sure it's for real this time.
Thanks for being with us on this manic journey.
We have no idea what happens next –but the world will hear from some of us again!
X"

Update @ 9pm - This is being disputed. As soon as I hear anything conclusive then I'll add it. Possibly not tonight though...

Update @ 5am 21/2 - Incase you never looked at the comments from Bryan Swirsky, he spoke to Jo and Eugene and the band has NOT split. I'll report any developments as I get them.

Thanks to Jos at Fistful for the head's up on this...

Good Morning! You're getting this because you're on the Rob's House Records email list and we've got a new label to introduce. Welcome: Sing Sing Records. We're (legitimately) reissuing our favorite punk singles from the late 70s and early 80s. First pressing is 500 copies of each but we're definitely up to represses and/or basically keeping these in stock if you guys want em. So, here's the first batch:

Sing 001 :: ROSES ARE RED - Can't Understand b/w Your Love Is Like A Ballistic Missile

"A five-piece punk band formed in the first half of 1978, Roses Are Red suffered a series of personnel changes before a March 1979 line-up featuring Chris Thompson (v) and Nicky Hallam (gtr) with Vibrators members Greg Van Cook, Ian 'Knox' Carnochan and John 'Eddie' Edwards recorded this self-produced single at Elephant Studios, London, and privately issued it in June, receiving positive responses. The stand out track is Your Love Is Like A Ballistic Missile, and infectious punk song built around a catchy chorus: a DIY punk gem which has developed a steady reputation among collectors...." [45 revolutions]

Sing 002 :: RUDI - Big Time b/w No. One

"The first punk band to emerge from Belfast, Northern Ireland, Rudi was formed in late 1975; although before punk broke, the original lineup toyed with glam sounds and even had two drummers! This lineup consisted of Ronnie Matthews (gtr/v), Brian Young (gtr/v), Drew Brown (d) and Graham 'Grimmy' Marshall (bass/vcls). By the time their first single was recorded, Graham Marshall moved to drums and Gordon Blair joined on bass. "A single, cheaply recorded at Templepatrick Studios on February 1978, emerged in the last week of April '78, housed in a fold-open cover with artwork inspired by the 1932 movie 'The Mummy' (with Boris Karloff) on the front. A punk/powerpop song of superior musical level, Big Time was the perfect introduction to Rudi: crisp, tight, energetic and contagiously melodic. The flip was a good '77 three chord garage-punker, which confirmed the band's talent." [45 Revolutions]

Sing 003 :: THE ZIPS - Take Me Down / Don't Be Pushed Around / I'm In Love / Over & Over

"In 1978 John McNeil (v/gtr) and Brian Jackson (gtr) recruited Joe Jaconelli (d) and Phil Mullen (b/v), and launched The Zips onto the New Wave. They released their debut single, The Zips EP, in April 1979, a favourite of Radio Clyde, and the late-John Peel on Radio One. The 500 copies swiftly sold out, and it was followed by a new single, Radioactivity, on their own Tenement Toons label.

$6 each / plus shipping.

Remember, these are legit reissues which means we're paying the bands so no complaints about prices. In fact, if you've seen these on ebay anytime in the last few years, you'll know you're getting an amazing deal.

Order now and check out our fully-functional website at http://www.singsingrecords.com

Records will ship sometime next week. Also available soon from: Revolver, Matador, Goner

Up next: Jetz - Catch Me, Rudi - I Spy, De Cylinders - I Wanna Get Married

I'm feeling a tad weary. Not sure why exactly because I sure as hell haven't been exerting myself. Spent much of the day thinking about how Ivy is coming to terms with Lux's passing on this, her birthday. It's bad enough when someone exits your life stage left for whatever reason but when you're as joined at the hip as those two were then it boggles the mind.

I hope she's doing as OK as is humanly possible under the circumstances.

Otherwise, there are two or three other things to write and also my "Wrecking Crew" intro to think about. I need to switch off for a bit to gather me thoughts and scribble longhand whilst listening to music or watching a movie. Per'aps both. Two weeks today, the Quattros roll into London, just what the rock'n'roll doctor ordered in terms of a tonic for this jaded afterburn.

Hope to see a squad of you dahn there...

I'll be back early, not nec bright tomorrow morning. Have a luvverly evening/day/night... delete as applicable.

CRYSTAL STILTS IN STORE/PERFORMANCE in MONORAIL MUSIC

MONDAY 23RD FEBRUARY 2009

"We are extremely excited to announce a Crystal Stilts in-store this Monday, 23rd February at 7pm. Their stunning album, "Alight Of Night" landslided our best of 2008 and its now available in the UK on the Angular label. Crystal Stilts are mesmeric, 3-D sound, Velvets/Flying Nun/Mary Chain classicism with poignant, crisp lyrics. We've already hailed them as the most exciting walk out into the (gloomy) winter sun in quite a while. The Pastels will DJ."

If you're in Madrid...

Or New York maybe...

I still have some loose ends that need to be tied up. see you tomorrow...

RIP - Joe Cuba

RIP - Louie Bellson

Still fizzing after seeing Boner and his crew ham it up on the Brits? Let Lola Dutronic bring you back to earth...

A missive from Long Rydin' Sid Griffin...

Hello pickers and s-h-one-tee kickers,

The Coal Porters fly into bonnie Scotland tomorrow to play three big, big shows. If you like bluegrass at its fun-est and alt-bluegrass at its finest then look below for the places to go and to be seen.

19 Feb @ 20:00
The Inn at Lathones St. Andrews, Scotland (has a nice school and posh golf course)

20 Feb @ 20:00
The Inn at Lathones St. Andrews, Scotland (bring your cap & gown or your plus fours)

21 Feb @ 20:00
Midlem Town Hall Midlem, Scotland (near the grand town of Galashiels)

Bluegrass came outta Scotland and now we are sending it back... hang on... that didn't come out correctly... I mean... ahhhhh... well, you folks know what I mean.

The Decaffeinated Kid

Ever wonder what Wilko Johnson channelling Charles Laughton in a "See You Jimmy hat" approximation might look like? ladies and gents, the latest next big Swedish thing! (Thanks to Ulf for the link)

I recall looking at the clock this morning at 4.26am. Figured I might have another half hour before getting up to have an hour on here prior to work. Either the alarm wasn't set or it's knackered, either way, next thing I new it was after 6 and that set me up (not) for the remains of the day. The one cool thing that happened though was that I got a message from the great Hal Blaine. The man who has played on more great records than anybody. Doctoror H tells me that the "crew" even played on the Lancelot Link and Evolution Revolution album!

So here's a couple of things to keep you amused while I ponder my strategy...

Barney Hoskyns has two signings coming up to coincide with his Tom Waits book "Lowside of the Road" being published by Faber. He's at:

Wednesday 4 March

6.30 pm – Waterstone's, 82 Gower Street, London, WC1E 6EQ

Thursday 12 March

7.30 pm – The Bluecoat, School Lane , Liverpool L1 3BX

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Sister Chris Marlowe found these MC5 pictures whilst dealing with the personal effects of her friend, Bobbie Kaminski, who passed away recently. She thought you folks would like to view these never seen artefacts. No details on the location or date are available but feel free to speculate. Chris also found the SAHB pass which has special cultural significance in this year of "homecoming".

















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If you're in the New Jersey locale, all roads lead to Asbury Lanes this Saturday night. Check the venue website to confirm showtime...

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PJ posted this at the BLR list, website doesn't seem to be active yet but stay tuned for further info!

Thursday 9th - Saturday 11th July

BLAST-OFF! festival is a WILD, WONDERFUL and WAY-OUT happening in Nottingham.

It will be a BLAST of international GARAGE PUNK, BEAT and ROCK AND ROLL!

Including the ONLY AND LAST UK SHOWS of two of the greatest bands on the planet:

THE OBLIVIANS and THE GORIES

as well as a host of incredible bands that will include (in no particular order):

Madrids shakin'est rock and roll party band: LOS CHICOS, possibly the last ever appearance of masked wrestling mayhem merchants: THE COYOTE MEN, the dancing'est followers of Frat: LOS IMBASILS - franco/scottish garage ye-ye kings: LES BOF - Super-sleazy dancefloor-fillers: DOKTOR COMBOVER - Russian fuzz-freaks: THE CAVESTOMPERS - Horror-surf creatures from Spain: THE COSMIC VAMPIRES - Stomping voodoo-garage wildmen: THE EVILTONES - Glasgows greatest garage-punkers: THE BRUTES - the loudest and most rockin' girls in Denmark: CHERRY OVERDRIVE - And of course, a party wouldn't be a party without monkeys! Crazy apemen: THE TORPEDO MONKEYS

All this AND a monster daytime record-fair/retro market for you vinyl and vintage freaks, Insane international dee-jays, all night dancing, gorgeous go-go dancers, delerious decor, far-out films and art show and MORE!

More fabulous acts and delinquent entertainment to be added soon, including one fantastic headline band.

http://www.blastoff-festival.co.uk

http://www.myspace.com/blastofffest

Less than a week to the GFT screenings of The Wrecking Crew so that's the priority at the minute. Rounding up an audience and everything that goes along with that.

This of course means that there is no time to post owt here. IF I get stuff done tonight then maybe things'll revert to what passes for normal tomorrow. I'm skeptical about my abilities at this point so lets see how it goes...

As I headed toward the cinema yesterday afternoon, I was thinking about "Blue Film Woman" and recalled that it reflected a stock market fall and also a no-smoking song. How far we’ve travelled...

Saw the trailer for Anvil there and was pretty moved, it peaked my expectations somewhat. A couple of hours after watching this, I find out that the band has appeared at the first Glasgow screening. Classic Hutton disorganisation. Does it live up to all the one-liners on the poster? Not exactly but I guess that’s all part of the promotion. To my mind the way it’s been put together is a little contrived but then again what isn’t. Reality stopped being real quite some time ago.



If, like me, you have a penchant for dodgy metal then you won’t be disappointed. The obvious nods to “The Tap” are a bit unnecessary because Lipps and co are going through things that would even have tested Tufnel and St Hubbins. The drummer's real name is Robb Reiner so how’s that for life approximating art. The devices don’t detract from the overall enjoyment though and the two "lifers" are the saving grace. When was the last time you were at a movie and heard the names Grand Funk and Cactus dropped?

Made me think that there’s a great movie to be made about Black Oak Arkansas…

Afterwards I met local “rawk” alumni Bill Wells and Stevie Jackson. Details of Belle and Sebastian recording a version of “Thumb Hang” have not been confirmed.

Not Quite Hollywood is as high octane as its subject matter and there’s a shitload of information and clips to process. The soundtrack is pretty intrusive but only because it’s bloody good. Incidental muzak this ain’t and it even includes “Black Eyed Bruiser” by (Little) Stevie Wright. Ozploitation movies have been as groundbreaking as their rock’n’roll over the years. On a scale of how far can too far go, much of this goes straight off the measurable scale. Smut, gore, explosions and kung fu are merely the tip of the iceberg. I’d completely forgotten about the Bazza McKenzie vomiting scenes. You want the recipe? It’s available right here. This trailer is not safe for work...

The February issue of Sonic magazine, Sweden's foremost music digest comes with the customary cd. But it's not just another comp, it has an accordion powered cut entitled "Stenad i Stockholm" by a combo called Persson's Pack on it. So I'm thinking, Lennart has a pack? Like Terry Knight?? There was a Grand Funk ref in Anvil yesterday so I couldn't resist that. I can't tell you anything about PP at this point but this track is a duet with Annika Norlin so you know what that means. Exactly. To be featured on their forthcoming album, out February 18th... (Thanks to Mr U for the heads up)

Audrey sings Nico - listen at myspace...

RIP - Susan Walsh (Chicklett)

In case you missed it, The Rezillos appeared on Radio 2 last night, on the God's Jukebox show hosted by Mark Lamarr. Along with some top chat – in which Mark couldn't help admitting that Fay was "cool" and suggested the title of the upcoming album should be "You Can't Be Too Disappointed" – the band played recent single "No1 Boy", "I Can't Stand My Baby", "Yesterday's Tormentor" and brand spanking new song "Ambulance". What's more, there's a session recording of River Deep Mountain High available on Mark's BBC webpage.

If you're short of time, the Rezillo sections of the show start around 24mins, 1hr 25mins and 2hr 27mins. Please note some people outside the UK, sadly, won't be able to access the material.

Note - actually, I'm not sure but if you use the listen again feature, it may be available further afield. I know that I can use that from other European countries (such as P3 in Sweden) so maybe it's worth a try?