punk is dad

This made me chuckle 

This made me frown 

Still enough of a believer to consider it defilement to have a version of "Sex Pistols" tread the boards without Johnny Rotten....  

Other bands that go the prosthetic singer route, I'm not so bothered.

Well, there's one and half others on the same Glasgow punkstalgia lineup that are doing that - The Stranglers, sans Hugh Cornwell, with a younger-than-the-others singer (younger-than-the-others - what am I saying? Only Jean-Jacques Burnel remains from the original line-up, what with Jet Black and Dave Greenfield now dead).  

And then Buzzcocks are the 'half' -  insofar as Diggle (I assume) is singing the Shelley-sung songs as well as the smaller number of numbers he originally sang. 

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Talking of "punk is dad", I had a "rave is dad" experience the other night - went to see Orbital in LA. They were playing the first two albums - with an intermission in between! - and so, if you think about it ,that would necessarily largely draw a crowd who remembered those records from the early '90s - thirty years ago. So we are talking fiftysomethings for the most part.

Wasn't quite Cruel World levels of haggard, but yes a lot of baldness, bellies, and time-creased faces on show.  You sensed a lot of memory-rushes were being triggered in the assembled, but that was not quite enough to galvanize manic dancing in the old style.  

Some of the bar staff and the sound guy behind the mixing desk seemed on the grizzled, elderly side too. Perhaps veteran promoters and rave-scene people?

Surely now in their early sixties themselves, the brothers Hartnoll were great. Well, some of the material on those albums was a tad middling, but the killer tunes - fantastic. Triffic lights 'n' lasers 'n' projections too - that's something that has advanced in leaps and bounds since back-in-the-day. They got a very warm reception and they seemed to be quite touched by it. 

This must be the fourth - or possibly fifth - time I've seen Orbital live, but the last time would have been way back in the mid-90s.  

The very first time - when they were then almost alone in being able to play techno live - was the late 1991 rave conversion experience I describe in the intro to Energy Flash. Well, the whole night really was that - as opposed to any specific deejay or group that played - and above it, it was the audience's dancing 'n' demeanor as much as the music 'n' lights that blew my eyes. But Orbital certainly were a crucial component of this baptismal immersion in a new culture. 

Then the following year, I traipsed down to Sevenoaks for an interview and they gave me my very first glimpse of the Silver Box - I don't think they let me twiddle the knobs myself but they showed how the 303 makes those wibbly-wibbly acid sounds.  

Phil and Paul then - and now.

Come to think of it, it was probably this very cubbyhole in which they showed me the 303 in '92.

Also come to think of it - Orbital were punk-is-dad before they were rave-is-dad. If I recall right they had been into anarcho-punk and Crass and stuff like that before getting swept up in acid house.

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Punk-gets-parental is not really news - I can remember when we were still in NYC and Kieran was little (so early 2000s), some of his pre-school friends's mums had a hobby band, all-female, playing punk rock. And then a few years later, at my brother's kids's elementary school in Silverlake, at a school fair or fund-raiser, there was this band of dads entertaining the assembled with punk cover versions. 

And of course there's that thing of parents buying tiny T-shirts with the Pistols or Ramones or Clash logo on for their kiddies to wear.  (We did that, I confess - before it was completely played out, honest!)

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(A) punk is (grand)dad...

Just watched Blitz (ooh but it's clunky) and there was the surprise of Paul Weller playing the little evacuee boy's grandfather - silvery hair swept back in the 1940s style, face lined with ridges. He looks distinguished, though, as an old gent.

haunty ha-ha, haunty peculiar

 

Sometime ago, Vic Reeves posted this on Twitter - if I remember right, it's artwork for a tour poster that was never used.  

Immediately I flashed on Martin Parr's Boring Postcards book.

And then I thought of the graphic that Julian House cooked up for my big Wire piece on Hauntology. 

And then the album art of second-wave hauntologists Warrington-Runcorn New Town Development Plan 

And this got me thinking about the proximity of hauntology and comedy - more precisely, a certain strain of British comedy... 

Now, on account of some of the write-ups the H-zone gets - the droves of dissertations even now being written on this area - it's easy to come away with a sense of H-ology as this rather sombre and gloomy thing. Especially if you go with the Fisher-ian take with its focus on Burial / The Caretaker* and things adjacent like Disintegration Loops and The Sinking of the Titanic and all that.  Lost futures, decaying memory, cultural entropy et cetera. 

But, as anyone who really knows the area knows - and who has a wider sense of what it is - hauntology is actually riddled and addled with whimsy and macabre humour. When you listen to and look at the graphic presentation of what I consider to be the canonic core - Ghost Box, Mordant Music / eMMplekz, Moon Wiring Club, Position Normal -  comedy runs through the whole thing. 

And I'm not just talking the album art and the song titles and the samples - rather often the music itself has an antic air. 

(Same goes for the sources too actually: whatever else it is, The Wicker Man is also a comedy). 

(Think also of the "sinister camp" flavor of The Prisoner.... Kafkaesque yet absurdly English.... deliciously over-thesped)

(Or the Dr. Phibes movies)

So partly it's to do with the source material... and partly the proximity to pastiche and parody in a lot of the work...  and then there's the element of retro-satire in something like Scarfolk, or the early records by The Advisory Circle. 

I made this point in the sleevenote for the Ghost Box tenth-birthday compilation In A Moment:

One of the things some people don’t seem to get about Ghost Box - and perhaps they’re thrown off by the name - is that this isn’t meant to be some hair-raising, soul-harrowing trip into necromantic darkness.   It's much gentler than that, a twisting or tinting of the everyday. Softly spooky, sweetly creepy, Ghost Box enfolds the listener in a cosy unease. It’s umheimlich you can live with, live inside. No, we are not dealing with Gothshit or pierced-dick second-wave industrial shlock here.  Yes, humour is involved: in the artwork, the song titles, the fabric of the sound itself, with its queer mix of solemn and jaunty.  A humour of a particular poker-face kind that reminds me of old dear comrades from long-ago campaigns of mischief and obfuscation. That’s a personal resonance, but it illustrates a wider public fact: the existence of an Anglo-Surrealist continuum that crops up repeatedly across the generations, based each time around slightly different constellations of esoteric erudition and arcane research. 

So anyway, all this got me thinking about it from the other side - what about actual comedy on the telly that has haunty undercurrents? Britcoms that are fellow travelers with Ghost Box et al. 

 

Way back when, there was Victor Lewis-Smith’s Buygones for Club X on Channel 4 - these were standalone mini-programmes (later a newspaper column) focused on obsolete gadgets and quaint appliances, once-popular toys, fads, and foodstuffs, dead media and forgotten TV personalities, etc etc... Things like the Spirograph, candy cigarettes, the Stylophone, Frank Bough ... An early example of retro-futurism. 

 

Then there was Vic Reeves' Big Night Out. 

Now I must admit, when I saw the first episodes I disliked it intensely (see the negative review at the end). But about six shows in, I realised my grave error - the moldy-old all-too-English stagnant odour that I initially found suffocating was actually the source of its musty genius (The Smell of Reeves and Mortimer indeed). I don't know if it is quite hauntology but it nourished itself on similar decaying culture-matter.

Then, by the early 2000s, we have Look Around You, series 1 and series 2 -  quasi-pedagogic retro-TV that could not be more congruent with the Hauntology Project.  There's even an episode about ghosts!

"in today's modern world"

What else? 

Blue Jam, in moments (there was an album on Warp wrapping blackest-ever-black humorous sketches in creepy ambient IDM)

More recently, some of the episodes of Inside No. 9 are straight out of the H-zone. There's one, "Mr King", that is very much ripping off The Wicker Man. 

The Mighty Boosh had retro-fantasia aspects that connects to that side of hauntology that imagines musical counterfactuals and alternative history trajectories for pop.  

I also think of Detectorists as on the outskirts of hauntology…  not quite bucolic horror but a sense of the past inside the present...  

Whoever did these fake Penguin / Pelican / Puffin paperback covers for the show is picking up on the same thing I am... 

Not having lived in the UK for the last 30 years or so,  I have missed much. So I decided to ask a few people who might have a better sense.

Neil Quigley of KilkennyElectroacoustic Research Laboratory grew up in Ireland but has been exposed to much of this stuff. He told me that Reeves & Mortimer were actually a formative influence on what he does, especially their later stuff (which I had never heard of) like The Weekenders and Catterick, describing them as "tonal companions to Scarfolk and more like art school projects than the prime time TV stuff they did" 

Neil also pointed me towards Garth Marenghi's Dark Place - another one I'd never heard of.

He also mentioned Lars Von Trier's The Kingdom as a non-Brit counterpart

And This Morning with Richard Not Judy  (again, never heard of it)

I also quizzed Bob Fischer of The Haunted Generation / Mulgrave Audio

He pointed to a series called Mammoth and said "there was enough in there to make me wonder if he was a Ghost Box fan". 

Any more for any more?

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And here's my Vic Reeves pan - I think it hones in on an essence that is proto-hauntology and in that sense the review provides a hauntology critique long before any one in the 2000s mounted their critiques of it - the need for some force of newness to blast open the windows, let the stuffy air out

Meat paste did, in fact, figure in a later episode of VR'BNO

* Not that The Caretaker is devoid of humour - even when confronting the most terrifying prolapse of consciousness, there's flashes of dark wit. But also the pre-Caretaker identity of James Kirby - V/VM was all about puerile laffs and icono-vandalistic glee. The butchering of middle-of-the-road entertainment as perpetrated via the CD-R series Offal reminds me of the kind of malarkey we got up to as kids - defacing Ladybird books and other innocent childhood books, adding obscene addenda to the pictures, inserting foul utterances and actions in the text. Or at a slightly cleverer level, parodying things like Stars Wars or the Famous Five. 

An Alternative to the Present

 

From the early '80s, I think. 

RIP Fredric Jameson

 "The future fades away as unthinkable or unimaginable, while the past itself turns into dusty images and Hollywood-type pictures of actors in wigs and the like." - Fredric Jameson, 2015

"The return to history everywhere remarked today… is not a return exactly, seeming rather to mean incorporating the 'raw material' of history and leaving its function out, a kind of flattening and appropriation"

-- Fredric Jameson, Postmodernism, or The Cultural Logic of Late Capitalism, 1991

"Randomly and without principle but with gusto cannibalizes all the architectural styles of the past and combines them in overstimulating ensembles.... the 'historicism' of the new painting [enables] its secession from a genuine history or dialectic of stylistic evolution, 'frees' it to recover painting styles... as a sort of objet trouve... an omnipresent and indiscriminate appetite for all the styles and fashions of a dead past"

Fredric Jameson, Postmodernism, or the Cultural Logic of Late Capitalism, 1991

"A gleaming science-fictional stasis in which appearances (simulacra) arise and decay ceaselessly…. The supreme value of the New and of innovation, as both modernism and modernization grasped it, fades away against a steady stream of momentum and variation that at some outer limit seems stable and motionless… Where everything now submits to the perpetual change of fashion and media image, nothing can change any longer…. If absolute change in our society is best represented by the rapid turnover in storefronts…. it is crucial to distinguish between rhythms of change inherent to the system and programmed by it, and a change that replaces one entire system by another one altogether"

-- Fredric Jameson, Postmodernism or, The Cultural Logic of Late Capitalism, 1991

"[Spectrality is that which] makes the present waver: like the vibrations of a heat wave through which the massiveness of the object world--indeed of matter itself--now shimmers like a mirage.”--Fredric Jameson

Oasigue

 

Saw this around and about and so much wanted it to be real - to be an actual existing, gigging tribute band - that I have not done due diligence, in terms of checking it is not just an AI whimsy. 

If it is real, then is this the birth of a new genre of tribute group - the hybrid tribute band? 

Any other known examples of this kind of retro mash-up?

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I liked Sigue for the duration of that first single. 

But then it quickly got tragic.