How does it feel to be on your own? Sifting through the rubble, bringing up the dead, reassembling history from below.
"The Lady in the Front Row,' Redd Kross (1993)
"Cash Rules Everything Around Me," Wu-Tang Clan (1993)
From "Money (That's What I Want)" to "For the Love of Money" to "Paid in Full" to "C.R.E.A.M.," a venerable tradition in pop music history; a dose of gotta get paid urgent realities and cautionary tales set to some delectable funk. I clump Wu Tang and the Geto Boys and Outkast and E-40 together. Post-golden age of hiphop, post-NWA gangster rap, lots of fuck this and bitch that; rap seemed to be going in a pulpy cartoon hardcore direction I wasn't sure I liked that much. No way my wife at the time liked it. But my sister, now passed, more fluent with popular rap, made me this mix tape including those groups and others. I hesitated listening to it much at first; partly because I wouldn't have the occasion to unless I was driving somewhere alone. But two or three times through I was hooked and it became a regular driving to and from work, especially on the way home. Harder, darker than the golden age stuff but also more cinematic and more authentically underclass ethnography in the crack era in a way, say, Salt & Pepa or De La Soul could not be. Wu Tang was emblematic of a shift. The golden age days of cramming samples of esoteric old pop tunes, cut and spliced into small bits, was over. Wu Tang collaged the mood or feel of old soul hits, not the words, and then layered on top snippets from kung fu movies and spoken word interludes from TV history. It felt like DIY Black arts for the '90s. Their first album, Enter the Wu-Tang, was undeniable.
Oh! Brother. Won't you give me one more chance?
"Oh! little brother
We are in a mess
Don't look at me that way
Don't put me to the test
When I first saw you
People said:
"He scrutinised a little monster"
And disappeared through red door
Now everyone is disinformation
Disinformation
Disinformation
He says:
"Won't you give me one more chance?"
"I'm not a communist"
Disinformation
Disinformation
Disinformation"
"Oh! Brother," The Fall (1984): Mark E. Smith (MES) at his most affable. Off Wonderful and Frightening World, Brix's first full album and also the last Fall album with two drummers.
"League of Bald Headed Men," The Fall (1993): More of MES's semi-affable tip. Off Infotainment Scan, their highest charting album, graphically the worst Fall album, with a couple of standout covers, maybe a slight step back musically from the articulated tribalism, avant-primitivism, of their best work but MES's typically caustic lyrics are playfully sharp.
"Lost in Music" and "Why Are People Grudgeful" The Fall (1993)
Smith in his disco homage phase. Both songs associated with The Infotainment Scam album, their highest charting album ever reaching a Top Ten 9th position, most embarrassingly obvious title and ugliest album cover (give me the scribbled montages or horror grotesque comics, any day), and equally obvious old guard post-punk Smith staking out a respected niche position in the EDM rave music takeover of 1990s British pop music. The music on TIS, however, is considerably punchier and offers more edgy rock contrast to Smith's deadpan than these live takes. But they'll do and I like the way this live version of The Fall leans into Disco's monotonously simple bass heavy melodic groovelines and still manages to give them their own stamp of post-punk rumble like old pros. I'd like to think Bryan Ferry would give this his nod. The lead track is a cover of the 1979 Sister Sledge disco masterpiece, "Lost in Music," Smith adding, cynically, ominously, chanted, "the roads of access lead to the palace of excess." His "I feel so alive" isn't entirely convincing either but his shrieks of "hideaway, hideaway, hideaway" are the only time we're sure he's being moved by the music. The B-side, and the actual single of the pair, "Why Are People Grudgeful?" merges reggae great Joe Gibb's "People Grudgeful" and some Lee 'Scratch' Perry. A sort of reggae world music post-punk lament for an illusions-free peaceful coexistence, as fanciful as that sounds today. Or difficult to swallow coming from such a crank as Smith. Post-punk noir disco.
TGIDFThe Revenge of Jim Jones
"Jim Jones," traditional song, 19th century; Jim Jones, found guilty by a jury in England, sent to Australia to toil in a penal colony at Botany Bay, vows revenge against the "tyrants" and "floggers" that put him in "chains."
Now it's day and night and the irons clang
And like poor galley slaves
We toil and toil, and when we die
Must fill dishonored graves
And it's by and by I'll slip my chains
Well, into the bush I'll go
And I'll join the bravest rankers there
Jack Donohue and co
And some dark night, when everything
Is silent in the town
I'll shoot those tyrants one and all
I'll gun the floggers down
Oh, I'll give the land a little shock
Remember what I say
And they'll yet regret they've sent Jim Jones
In chains to Botany Bay
Bob Dylan "Jim Jones" (appears on Good as I Been to You, 1992)
Gorecki's Symphony of Sorrowful Songs (Symphony No. 3) and Losing Loved Ones
Henryk Gorecki's Symphony of Sorrowful Songs is maybe most familiar from the way a piece of it makes this scene in Peter Weir's 1993 film Fearless:
His symphony No. 3 was written in three movements; two, the first and last, from the perspective of a parent who has lost a child and the middle from the perspective of a child who has been separated from a parent. Here's the whole thing:
It's relentlessly sad, sure. But awesome in its powers of acceptance and enduring love, sympathy, feeling, something?