Right – this piece is about noise
– it’s about recapturing the past and it’s about not having the time to book a
ticket at 9am to a concert that I would so like to go to – because I am at work. Because I have hinted at this in the past - the
changing ways of capitalism and the industry’s way of making a tidy sum –
quickly – it accrues interest see –all that money pooled in one day – from your
interest…see.
So McGee announces the JAMC will
play Psychocandy – three times – in November – in the two of his favourite
cities for music (the other being Liverpool ) – but fuck it – you know London
sells – so there’s a show there – I guess you can argue McGee brought these
leather clad miscreants to the Smoke in the first place – so why shouldn’t he
book a set in London 30 years on? Then it gets announced that Creation
Management are up and running again and before you know it were right back
there at the start.
Rolling down the hill falling and
laughing and all that.
Careful, we might see The Mighty
Lemon Drops playing some sort of ‘first’ album anytime soon. It’s like 1985 in
2015 (I think The Legend!’s going to put some 10” flexi out for RSD2015 (that’s
record store day folks) probably a red
flexi – or possibly blue – but it will be limited edition - to kind of sum it up…maaaaaaaaaan)
Now do not get me wrong – the JAMC
were an awakening for a fourteen year old lad who’d missed out on that big
punk/ plastic explosion – the JAMC were the third coming – an amalgamation of
the Pistols, Velvets, Ronnettes and Stooges cool.
Absolutely grand – in so many
ways.
And if I’m reaching for some
noise it’s those boys I’m going for – all Spector beats – sqwawks and shrieks –
rising feedback matching our rising alienation and the feeling that we just
wanted to have a party (we’re gonna have real good time together). I recall the
Whistle Test – 6pm in the evening and the scowl of Jim – swaying and posturing
with his microphone – semi acoustic guitar slipping and a sliding around him –
adding to the feedback fizz and William’s hunched guitar play all furious and on fire as Bobby and Douglas
gave it that steady backbeat (you can use it) . It was riotous – not North
London Poly riot – I mean generally riotous – it was noise on the telly – real noise.
Noise with Attitude (NWA)
Now I loved The Smiths – they
spoke to the insecurities of my teenage years – a confidence expressing my feeling beyond thuggery – but you
know I was never going to articulate that like Johnny Marr on the guitar – and thirteen
olds shouldn’t write words to songs – they haven’t done out yet. They haven’t
lived. So it was just me and my guitar – and as I said I was certainly no Marr –
I’m hardly a Reid – but that cacophony and bluster – that attempt to control
the sound yet let it run for itself – I thought I could give that go.
I never said I was a shy retiring
teenager.
Those three chords gave you power
and the ferocity of the JAMC’s raw power gave you confidence to try it out – in
local pubs and clubs – on small stages or spaces with tables pushed aside –
tuned up and turned up – irritating locals but not through choice – because you
believed these were the best tunes ever written. The Mary Chain did not set out to annoy – the
just picked up the pieces from where rock n roll had fallen and broken. They
put it back together. They meant it maaaaaaaan.
So the JAMC were perfect for me (
and you) they just used those basics of rock n roll and turned it into
something of their own. This was a band hated by that muso scene – heavy on the
muso scene – in their eyes they had no finesse – no grace – but to my eyes they
simply had it all. I mean it – they had it all and I could at least emulate
those ways – because I love/ hate rock n roll.
I just wanted something that was immediate – and so they were – Paul (my
brother) duly purchased the album - we taped sessions from Janice Long, Jenson
and Peel and fell in love with the whole fucking thing.
I still have a Jesus and Mary
Chain T-shirt – I mentioned in a postway back then – one of the first or so – I
still have that t-shirt now – it’s as old as Psychocandy. I can’t get into it – I’m no lithe teenager
now – in canvas and Chelsea boots.
So I probably won’t get to see/hear
the JAMC –at the Troxy – because it will sell out – in minutes – faster than
the length of ‘Upside Down’. We’re all into noise nostalgia now. The good people of Shoreditch will lap it up.
Perhaps that’s the way it should be - New audiences for old people.
But you know the JAMC are not a
postmodern thing. They are the real thing.
That was modernity. They were a
part of my youth on the small streets of Scunthorpe – an alternative from the grind.
I could hold my guitar to the amp and hope. As blast furnaces blew smoke to the
skies.
Here’s to a wonderful set of
concerts. Driven by sound and fury. Signifying something? Enjoy it – because if they get half as close
to that rush of energy from 1985 – then you’ll be in for a treat.
Here is what I want it to look like . i actually think I have posted this before - but no one read it then (most likely like now)
The Jesus and Mary Chain on The Whistle Test.
The Jesus and Mary Chain on The Whistle Test.
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