I'm sure we've all done it - a band goes on tour and one of the dates is
just down the road from you. You plan to go for ages in advance. But
for some reason when the night arrives you don't go - maybe something
comes up, or more shamefully, you simply can't be arsed.
Jim and I
still console ourselves for having missed Bitch Magnet on their last
tour when they played in a tiny room above a pub in Nottingham. That
same room was the scene of a date on the last tour from Thin White Rope.
Now,
I won't pretend to have been their biggest fan at the time but they
were, by all accounts, a ferocious live band - I remember reading a gig
review in Melody Maker which talked about how the walls seemed to be
melting through the heat (cathedrals of sound, anybody?). I guess they
were a kind-of Post-punk-Americana take on Television, twin guitars
conjuring up squalls of feedback and noise, which makes them sound like
another West Coast art-rock noise experiment.
But TWR had songs
with WORDS and STORIES and such like, all strange and dark lyrical
narratives. At the time I was massively into the more extreme aspects of
the Blast First roster - it wasn't until a few years later that I
really started to appreciate bands who didn't put such massive stock in
leaping on the LOUD pedal and who played with more dynamic control. This
is a great relentless version of a Can song - bet it sounded awesome
live...
Thin White Rope - Yoo Doo Right
Most
of their songs have really knotty interlocking guitar parts (hence the
Television comparisons, I guess). My absolute favourite track by them is
"On The Floe", a really great song that starts off deceptively simple
and quaint, before it hits a crushing riff throughout the chorus which
gets repeated and developed over and over in the long instrumental play
out - really clever without being "clever-clever".
Thin White Rope - On The Floe
Thin
White Rope took their name from William S. Burroughs' description of
semen. I remember another Melody Maker article where singer Guy Kyser
was asked what his most embarrassing moment was. His answer was
something along the lines of, "When a female flatmate pointed out that I
had jism on my wrist". With all of that, it's hardly surprising that
they didn't achieve much by the way of mainstream success. Especially
when you consider songs like "Puppet Dog", which tells of a lonely man
who can only find (ahem) release through the titular glove-toy - "Puppet dog, come bite your master".
Thin White Rope - Puppet Dog
The
resulting song is as pathetic, funny and weirdly-moving as that bizarre
story would suggest, with some beautiful lead guitar weeping over the
end. Maybe I should end this post with something a bit more rousing (I
hesitate to say "uplifting")... How about this great widescreen epic
which mutates into a rockin' rendition of "Amazing Grace"?
Thin White Rope - Americana / The Ghost
Visit - Thin White Rope fan page
Visit - Thin White Rope on Wikipedia
Buy - "Sack Full of Silver"
Buy - "The Ruby Sea"
Thursday, November 16, 2006
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