Sacred Cowboys.
Remember them?
’80s band!
Rock writers getting all nostalgic for the late ’70s punk era like to relate some lead-singer usually named Joe Damage saying he was invited to become a member of the Sucky Toedogs even though he ‘couldn’t play his instrument.’ What is unmentioned is that all the other members of said band were former Prog musos, virtuosos who could play in 13/17 time but who were now hiding their abilities for the sake of appearing ‘orffentic.’
Bollocks to that (hey, situationist joke)!
If you want lack-of-musical-chops, go ’80s. There were fabulous bands then, none of whose members could play a lick.
The result? Massive reliance on the lumbering, dinosaur-slow thumps of the bass player (usually) or drummer (occasionally).
Cf. Scientists, Gun Club, (The Cure??? aw, crap), Tarantulas (Perth band fer yer interstate and foreign brains). Who else?
Dum dah, dum dah, dum dah…
They called it swamp music.
An’ it was good.
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