BuzzcocksBuzzcocks - Another Music In A Different Kitchen
I feel a list coming on...
Pavement, Pixies, PIL, The Primitives, Young Marble Giants, The Specials, The Beat, Madness, Magazine, Buzzcocks, erm, The Cropdusters...
All have one thing in common. They all had a heyday, then they went away. Then they came back again. Why?
Well, when you see venues heaving to the heavens with fans watching and dancing to all those thousands of tribute bands out there, making lots and lots of money, then why not come back as a tribute to yourself? You've not made much money from music since you first split up; you may even have tried working in a soul-murdering office job, or squishing insects with a mop for a living. You miss the stage-thrill, the free backstage beers, the smiles of the thousands/hundreds/dozens of adoring/adorable fans (delete whichever is not applicable).
Why not? You may even make enough money this time never to have to work in a demeaning, demeanour-destroying job again. Another twenty years in an
office, or another twenty years playing the big hit song you wrote at the age of 21?
The greying, balding, many-chinned Buzzcocks are one of several dozen original-wave punk acts travelling the world playing their hits to hundreds every night. But what hits! Every song on Singles Going Steady is perfect punk-pop; and their first three "proper" albums are jammed with buzz-rocket tunes. The first side of the first of their "proper" albums, Another Music In A Different Kitchen, is extraordinary. First-wave punk was usually shouty, aggressive, male music. Buzzcocks were far more subtle. Full of whoa! pop! moments, Another Music... whooshes by in about ten seconds flat. Once Fast Cars speeds away from the starting grid, there's no stopping them. Inventive, sparky, tuneful. Punk for people who don't care for punk. Almost flawless (if it was really flawless, it would be number one in my Hot 100!).
Reality's a dream, a game in which I never seem to find out just what I am...
I feel a list coming on...
Pavement, Pixies, PIL, The Primitives, Young Marble Giants, The Specials, The Beat, Madness, Magazine, Buzzcocks, erm, The Cropdusters...
All have one thing in common. They all had a heyday, then they went away. Then they came back again. Why?
Well, when you see venues heaving to the heavens with fans watching and dancing to all those thousands of tribute bands out there, making lots and lots of money, then why not come back as a tribute to yourself? You've not made much money from music since you first split up; you may even have tried working in a soul-murdering office job, or squishing insects with a mop for a living. You miss the stage-thrill, the free backstage beers, the smiles of the thousands/hundreds/dozens of adoring/adorable fans (delete whichever is not applicable).
Why not? You may even make enough money this time never to have to work in a demeaning, demeanour-destroying job again. Another twenty years in an
office, or another twenty years playing the big hit song you wrote at the age of 21?
The greying, balding, many-chinned Buzzcocks are one of several dozen original-wave punk acts travelling the world playing their hits to hundreds every night. But what hits! Every song on Singles Going Steady is perfect punk-pop; and their first three "proper" albums are jammed with buzz-rocket tunes. The first side of the first of their "proper" albums, Another Music In A Different Kitchen, is extraordinary. First-wave punk was usually shouty, aggressive, male music. Buzzcocks were far more subtle. Full of whoa! pop! moments, Another Music... whooshes by in about ten seconds flat. Once Fast Cars speeds away from the starting grid, there's no stopping them. Inventive, sparky, tuneful. Punk for people who don't care for punk. Almost flawless (if it was really flawless, it would be number one in my Hot 100!).
Reality's a dream, a game in which I never seem to find out just what I am...
