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Article on The Slits:
Phew. Splat. Viv was doing a handstand. In mid-air. I had been eating glass, as you do, or did, and was bleeding from the mouth. A few fans and locals were standing around and falling over. We appeared to be in a real time real life film about the bloody birth of punk rock where everything was moving really fast and then stopping quick and then going in and out of focus. No one seemed to be speaking any words as such, although everyone was talking. Noise. Not noise. All at once. I tried to ask the group a few questions and they all laughed at me. Together. Untogether. "Shut up! Do your homework! Is that the best question you can think of!" Their laughter was like their music. Shrill. Earthy. Scary. Yet, f*ck it, lovely. I tried to find out where on earth they had come from. Where were they going. They laughed some more and then sulked. Together. Untogether. Then laughed. Then ignored me. Then Ari hit me in the mouth. Bizarrely, this stopped the bleeding. Someone over there fell over. I think it was Morrissey. He had a look on his face that suggested he thought he was in a room with The New York Dolls' sisters.
[Before anyone begins ranting about this journalist's style of writing, it's mimicking the style of Gertrude Stein. I thought it was cute, though I'm not a big Gertrude Stein fan.]
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Article on Orange Juice:
The best band to emerge from Scotland's Postcard label (which also released records by Aztec Camera, Josef K and, briefly, Australia's Go-Betweens), Orange Juice were innovators in fey but raw janglepop, owing a debt to The Byrds and the Velvets while paying lip service to The Chic Organisation and Philly Soul. Orange Juice cut the sort of singles that would later pave the way for The Smiths, whose Morrissey would take Juice frontman Edwyn Collins' Wilean wit and waggish demeanor to new foppish extremes (of course, in Collins' eyes, his group had more in common with soul brother Al Green - indeed, they covered Green's "L.O.V.E. Love" the following year).
[Through six degrees of separation, we can actually now connect Morrissey to Al Green! Just like Morrissey, I hear Al is "Tired of Being Alone."]
Phew. Splat. Viv was doing a handstand. In mid-air. I had been eating glass, as you do, or did, and was bleeding from the mouth. A few fans and locals were standing around and falling over. We appeared to be in a real time real life film about the bloody birth of punk rock where everything was moving really fast and then stopping quick and then going in and out of focus. No one seemed to be speaking any words as such, although everyone was talking. Noise. Not noise. All at once. I tried to ask the group a few questions and they all laughed at me. Together. Untogether. "Shut up! Do your homework! Is that the best question you can think of!" Their laughter was like their music. Shrill. Earthy. Scary. Yet, f*ck it, lovely. I tried to find out where on earth they had come from. Where were they going. They laughed some more and then sulked. Together. Untogether. Then laughed. Then ignored me. Then Ari hit me in the mouth. Bizarrely, this stopped the bleeding. Someone over there fell over. I think it was Morrissey. He had a look on his face that suggested he thought he was in a room with The New York Dolls' sisters.
[Before anyone begins ranting about this journalist's style of writing, it's mimicking the style of Gertrude Stein. I thought it was cute, though I'm not a big Gertrude Stein fan.]
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Article on Orange Juice:
The best band to emerge from Scotland's Postcard label (which also released records by Aztec Camera, Josef K and, briefly, Australia's Go-Betweens), Orange Juice were innovators in fey but raw janglepop, owing a debt to The Byrds and the Velvets while paying lip service to The Chic Organisation and Philly Soul. Orange Juice cut the sort of singles that would later pave the way for The Smiths, whose Morrissey would take Juice frontman Edwyn Collins' Wilean wit and waggish demeanor to new foppish extremes (of course, in Collins' eyes, his group had more in common with soul brother Al Green - indeed, they covered Green's "L.O.V.E. Love" the following year).
[Through six degrees of separation, we can actually now connect Morrissey to Al Green! Just like Morrissey, I hear Al is "Tired of Being Alone."]
