Monday, August 09, 2004
Well, didn't it haven't to had to happen eventually?
Yes it did did.
My greatest unwitting sole contributor has taken my advice and gone and git himself a blog of his own. Despite my advice. Nutgroist is going to plummet in quality and quantity and i know that will intrigue you both, dear dear readers. We could be witnessing the creation of some new negative numbers in the mathiverse. But fuck it, here's the final email exchange which prompted his departure (the last few lines of which will make me laugh til the day i cry) and a cunningly hidden link to his website. Already supremely funny, the bastard.
him - From that last website - I would particularly like to hear more about the Canterbury Monks Death Cult, which had been preaching the doom of the world since 1178
me - i think they released a couple of critically-acclaimed albums in 1977-'78 on Harvest and toured with Colosseum before dying in a fatal teepee crash at the Camarthen Space-Rock Dodequinox Mellow and Blues Festival November 1980 . There's been persistent rumours of a reunion ever since.
him - Yes - I know who you're talking about now - I've just read all about them in the internet's one and only TV-based phone and web e-text searchable virtual browser rock database, "We Built This Site-y on Rock and Roll" - Apparently, 'The Monks', as they were seldom and never known, started out as an informal backing band to Artemis Sprout, Canterbury's premiéèêère agricultural tone poet whose legendary reclusive lifestyle was the talk of all his parties. After picking up a residency at Canterbury's famous "Mushroom Soup" café/pretentious tree-huggers' squat, Sprout and the band started racking up full houses of up to five hippies. When Sprout suddenly grew up and decided to become a local grocery store manager, the band continued, and the rest is, as they never gainsay, history. In 1979 The Monks released their timeless testimony to their former leader, a sprawling guitar driven symphony entitled "Glad You're Not Here", an ode to the once revered frontman, now slowly slipping into sanity, hard work and relative wealth as the rest of the band continued to rake in as much as £2.50 a night on the south coast's bingo circuit. Only time would tell if the band was destined for even greater things, but unfortunately, time was running out, and the 1980 teepee-death of drummer Friar Cous-Cous along with 23 other band members marked the end of an extraordinary career which burned as dimly as it did long.
me - And yet, and yet their star shone as lightly as any within the galacto-rock firmament that but briefly threatened to take down the whole Rock-Classical Establishment (aug 16, 1:37-1:39am, 1978 - when Jon Peel mistakenly played their double B-side single 'Bullet Train to Mordor' / 'Bullet Train to Mordor (slight delay, day return)' ). They were not the Supernovas or the Quasars of this particular galaxy, more the White Dwarf. Or at least they would have been had that name not been taken by another of the scene's mysterious also-rans 'White Dwarf', the legendary Maidstone white-supremacist hippie combo who had a top ten hit in Byelorussia in 1983 with the unmemorable 'Shit is a Dirty Word'. Perhaps the true pioneers of this awkward lot were a band who supported both The Canterbury Monks Death Cult and White Dwarf - the mythic 'GOOD GOD!' who showed the talent and ambition to go far. Signed to Witchseason in the autumn of the 1970's and an album made with famed producers Joe Boyd, Tony Visconti and George Martin, they were all set to take on the world when they made the fateful decision to release their album on drugs. The 1970's is litered with obsolete formats and none more so that this one. Witchseason, through their subsidiary EMI who at the time were technologically commited to the Binatone Corporation, decided that the best way to supercede the cassette/vinyl hegemony was to run a print copy of 250,000 editions of their new showcase album on the new drug format. It didn't work.
him - Interestingly, one of the only sole survivors of the teepee disaster was Friar Bodo Neumann, who, traumatised by the event, quit music to return to his native Germany. After several months in the wilderness (just outside Dresden), Neumann returned to the musical fraternity with a new image and a new name. The year was 1981 and who alive at the time could fail to remember the classic single "Anal Robot" by Elasto-Spax, aka our old friend Friar Bodo. Followed swiftly to the number one slot by an album "Laser Slip-Ons", "Anal Robot" became the battle-cry of the Future Dimensionists, a musical and fashion movement engulfing continental Europe like a musical and fashion movement engulfing continental Europe. Unfortunately, the curse of the Monks never seemed to be lifted, and just years after his debut album had hit the number one spot, Neumann was killed in a freak collision with Falco in one of the many corridors made freely available in the building in which they were walking by the people who had built it. Miraculously Falco survived, and later went on to bear no relation to the Falco who recorded "Rock Me Amadeus", or "Rocke Me Ama Deus" as it was known in Germany. Soon afterwards, on the 27th of Hell 1983, the whole of Germany would be changed beyond description by the death of Hitler, which many had predicted as early as 1934.
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Yes it did did.
My greatest unwitting sole contributor has taken my advice and gone and git himself a blog of his own. Despite my advice. Nutgroist is going to plummet in quality and quantity and i know that will intrigue you both, dear dear readers. We could be witnessing the creation of some new negative numbers in the mathiverse. But fuck it, here's the final email exchange which prompted his departure (the last few lines of which will make me laugh til the day i cry) and a cunningly hidden link to his website. Already supremely funny, the bastard.
him - From that last website - I would particularly like to hear more about the Canterbury Monks Death Cult, which had been preaching the doom of the world since 1178
me - i think they released a couple of critically-acclaimed albums in 1977-'78 on Harvest and toured with Colosseum before dying in a fatal teepee crash at the Camarthen Space-Rock Dodequinox Mellow and Blues Festival November 1980 . There's been persistent rumours of a reunion ever since.
him - Yes - I know who you're talking about now - I've just read all about them in the internet's one and only TV-based phone and web e-text searchable virtual browser rock database, "We Built This Site-y on Rock and Roll" - Apparently, 'The Monks', as they were seldom and never known, started out as an informal backing band to Artemis Sprout, Canterbury's premiéèêère agricultural tone poet whose legendary reclusive lifestyle was the talk of all his parties. After picking up a residency at Canterbury's famous "Mushroom Soup" café/pretentious tree-huggers' squat, Sprout and the band started racking up full houses of up to five hippies. When Sprout suddenly grew up and decided to become a local grocery store manager, the band continued, and the rest is, as they never gainsay, history. In 1979 The Monks released their timeless testimony to their former leader, a sprawling guitar driven symphony entitled "Glad You're Not Here", an ode to the once revered frontman, now slowly slipping into sanity, hard work and relative wealth as the rest of the band continued to rake in as much as £2.50 a night on the south coast's bingo circuit. Only time would tell if the band was destined for even greater things, but unfortunately, time was running out, and the 1980 teepee-death of drummer Friar Cous-Cous along with 23 other band members marked the end of an extraordinary career which burned as dimly as it did long.
me - And yet, and yet their star shone as lightly as any within the galacto-rock firmament that but briefly threatened to take down the whole Rock-Classical Establishment (aug 16, 1:37-1:39am, 1978 - when Jon Peel mistakenly played their double B-side single 'Bullet Train to Mordor' / 'Bullet Train to Mordor (slight delay, day return)' ). They were not the Supernovas or the Quasars of this particular galaxy, more the White Dwarf. Or at least they would have been had that name not been taken by another of the scene's mysterious also-rans 'White Dwarf', the legendary Maidstone white-supremacist hippie combo who had a top ten hit in Byelorussia in 1983 with the unmemorable 'Shit is a Dirty Word'. Perhaps the true pioneers of this awkward lot were a band who supported both The Canterbury Monks Death Cult and White Dwarf - the mythic 'GOOD GOD!' who showed the talent and ambition to go far. Signed to Witchseason in the autumn of the 1970's and an album made with famed producers Joe Boyd, Tony Visconti and George Martin, they were all set to take on the world when they made the fateful decision to release their album on drugs. The 1970's is litered with obsolete formats and none more so that this one. Witchseason, through their subsidiary EMI who at the time were technologically commited to the Binatone Corporation, decided that the best way to supercede the cassette/vinyl hegemony was to run a print copy of 250,000 editions of their new showcase album on the new drug format. It didn't work.
him - Interestingly, one of the only sole survivors of the teepee disaster was Friar Bodo Neumann, who, traumatised by the event, quit music to return to his native Germany. After several months in the wilderness (just outside Dresden), Neumann returned to the musical fraternity with a new image and a new name. The year was 1981 and who alive at the time could fail to remember the classic single "Anal Robot" by Elasto-Spax, aka our old friend Friar Bodo. Followed swiftly to the number one slot by an album "Laser Slip-Ons", "Anal Robot" became the battle-cry of the Future Dimensionists, a musical and fashion movement engulfing continental Europe like a musical and fashion movement engulfing continental Europe. Unfortunately, the curse of the Monks never seemed to be lifted, and just years after his debut album had hit the number one spot, Neumann was killed in a freak collision with Falco in one of the many corridors made freely available in the building in which they were walking by the people who had built it. Miraculously Falco survived, and later went on to bear no relation to the Falco who recorded "Rock Me Amadeus", or "Rocke Me Ama Deus" as it was known in Germany. Soon afterwards, on the 27th of Hell 1983, the whole of Germany would be changed beyond description by the death of Hitler, which many had predicted as early as 1934.
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