Post by turnerdcentury on Jun 27, 2010 18:39:53 GMT
Anybody know what happened to any of these guys, all from the mid-eighties (If any of the details are off-beam, well heck, I've had a hangover or two since):
Gargoyle's Kiss, from the deep end of the UK,bumpkin punks with skyscraper hair, wah-wah overdosed brainstems and a bass player called Ollie (I think). Came across like a nimble Love-era Cult but without the humourless posturing and a having a splash of psyched laughter about them that always brought Buttz & Co to mind. Changed their name to Venus then disappeared into deepest Cornwall or thereabouts, I think
Holy Shit - could be found kicking about at the outer edge of the greater London grebo reservations, stomping out a fine line in rock'n'roll riffola and arch thug BVs, nowhere more so than on a rollickin' 18-hole booted cousin of "Stranded In the Jungle" by the name of "Call Me Tarzan". Singer (Paul?) sported a mean line in terrace-trained yob baritone and leopardskin cowboy hats
God & The Kill Crazy Lesbians From Hell - if not exactly Vorsprung Durch Sputnik, they certainly shared the same tastes...sequencers and machine drums and batshit frightwigs and all. God was actually a chap called Max who did (does?) a regular cartoon in one of the top-end daily tabloids, and the Kill Crazy Lesbians were a squawk of creeching ptistsas in eyeball-frying miniskirts. As the 5th Generation of Rock'n'Roll petered out in a fizzle of regional Designer Apathy, I could never decide if GATKCLFH (!) were just arsing about or if it maybe smacked a bit of dandy ponce pseuding about for artschool kudos and a bit of spare cutter (who muttered "Pink Grease" then?)...and my dodgy recollection of a Donna Summer cover on their demo really doesn't give me any pointers
This is all from when I was putting out "Lipstick & Bulletz*, and I always had time & column inches for each & every one of 'em...especially Holy Shit...
Gargoyle's Kiss, from the deep end of the UK,bumpkin punks with skyscraper hair, wah-wah overdosed brainstems and a bass player called Ollie (I think). Came across like a nimble Love-era Cult but without the humourless posturing and a having a splash of psyched laughter about them that always brought Buttz & Co to mind. Changed their name to Venus then disappeared into deepest Cornwall or thereabouts, I think
Holy Shit - could be found kicking about at the outer edge of the greater London grebo reservations, stomping out a fine line in rock'n'roll riffola and arch thug BVs, nowhere more so than on a rollickin' 18-hole booted cousin of "Stranded In the Jungle" by the name of "Call Me Tarzan". Singer (Paul?) sported a mean line in terrace-trained yob baritone and leopardskin cowboy hats
God & The Kill Crazy Lesbians From Hell - if not exactly Vorsprung Durch Sputnik, they certainly shared the same tastes...sequencers and machine drums and batshit frightwigs and all. God was actually a chap called Max who did (does?) a regular cartoon in one of the top-end daily tabloids, and the Kill Crazy Lesbians were a squawk of creeching ptistsas in eyeball-frying miniskirts. As the 5th Generation of Rock'n'Roll petered out in a fizzle of regional Designer Apathy, I could never decide if GATKCLFH (!) were just arsing about or if it maybe smacked a bit of dandy ponce pseuding about for artschool kudos and a bit of spare cutter (who muttered "Pink Grease" then?)...and my dodgy recollection of a Donna Summer cover on their demo really doesn't give me any pointers
This is all from when I was putting out "Lipstick & Bulletz*, and I always had time & column inches for each & every one of 'em...especially Holy Shit...