― ty, Tuesday, 29 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― masonic boom, Tuesday, 29 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Mike Hanley, Tuesday, 29 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Nicole, Tuesday, 29 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
So-bad-it's-good criticism, when not based around ideas of kitsch, tends in my view to be as best based on some pretty suspect ideas about unfettered creativity, the artist-as-outsider, divorcing art from its relationship with society, and at worst ambulance-chasing.
― Tom, Tuesday, 29 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Tracer Hand, Tuesday, 29 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
When they get to the part where's he breaking her heart, I have no doubt that the Wiggin sisters cried, and there listening to those songs under their bedsheets or whatever they were so moved by the possibility of pop that they had to experience it themselves regardless of what must have been near-unanimous external (except for their father) and common-sense internal impulses to do the opposite. It doesn't make me believe that "My Pal Foot Foot" is Great Art, but that cover has its own grace and tenderness and, dare I say, honest beauty.
― scott p., Tuesday, 29 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
However, when I was in Shrewsbury last week, two small girls were playing violins on the paved-over "bohemian zone" High Street which has put so many shops out of business over the last ten years. They were playing like any average-to-poor string duo aged 7 and 9 would be expected to play: 'Pop Goes the Weasel' was their repertoire.
In other words, they were pretty terrible, and, yes, I *did* think it was brilliant — and quite rock'n'roll, sorta — that they were playing there. Why? And also I thought of the thing I always think when small children's choirs and recorder groups play "famous" tunes, which is, How exactly do we recognise tunes, even when they're so inaccurately rendered? What's the psycho-physiological mechanism?
But I sure didn't stop to listen.
― mark s, Tuesday, 29 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
I, Mark S. am addicted to buying easy listening moog classics of famous songs. Brilliant.
napaleon 8th, david mccallum, moe tucker (who I think is brilliant), neutral milk hotel, bobbie gentry, ping pong bitches, bootleg generation x demos I have, northern uproar, flowered up, happy mondays 24 hour party people, the star trek albums.........
Why is this music so brilliant? It's so bad it's good.
But what makes you consider them bad in the first place? To me, none of them appear to have much in common.
― Otis Wheeler, Tuesday, 29 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
I am also thinking of bens symphonic orchestra.....
thank you very mcuh sir for the tip.
― Sterling Clover, Tuesday, 29 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Ned Raggett, Tuesday, 29 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
otis, many thanks, I have been referring to that band as the goblins and that is why I have not come up with much.
Thanks again..
meanwhile, pat boone's cover of "holy diver" might be so bad it's good.
― fred solinger, Tuesday, 29 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
like tasha lee/hives/elvez.
I would like to put another album into this genre ... Kevin Rowland's My beauty. Only to be appreciated twenty years from now. Same with trashmonk.
real soul without talent.
Towns with paved-over heritage-oriented high streets attract street musicians like flies. Easily the greatest concentration of same (there's a Ralph McTell impersonator down every alley) I've ever encountered is in Dorchester.
― Robin Carmody, Tuesday, 29 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
And sad too, in an train-wreck sort of a way.
But still not brilliant. Goblin, on the other hand, are completely fantastic.
― geordie racer, Tuesday, 29 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Rock over London, Rock over Chicago!
― Tadeusz Suchodolski, Tuesday, 29 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Coming home from work one night after I started working in New York City four years ago, I remember hearing some really awful and tuneless harmonica squawking. Hard to transcribe the sound, but it was something like this: "wum-WAMP-wum-WAMP-wum-WAMP-wum-wum- WAMP!!", ad infinitum. Then I finally walked past the guy playing the harmonica -- it was this old guy, who was sort of shimmying rhythmically with the "wum-WAMP!", playing the harmonica with one hand and periodically scratching himself on the head with the other. He looked like a human version of the monkeys that old- time organ grinders used to employ. It seemed so ridiculous that I couldn't help but laugh (though I guess that wasn't very nice). I ended up giving him a buck.
He's still there, on the free transfer between the B/D/E (6th Ave.) and the No. 7 (Flushing) lines at 42nd Street. It sure beats every other NYC subway busker mangling the theme from "The Godfather" on whatever instrument they're playing (I've heard "The Godfather" now on accordian, harmonica, steel drums, Chinese violin, even the didgeridoo).
― tarden, Wednesday, 30 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
At school I heard that the pleasure of outsider art was precisely that thing about the line between brilliant/bad being challenged, therefore hierarchies being dismantled, therefore a feeling of pleasure similar to a great joke, to Bakhtin's carnivalesqe reversals. But I don't know if it's true or not personally.
I never thought Jandek was so bad he was brilliant (I hope I spelt his name right.) Or really the Dead C, but the free noise thing is so masculine, as Andy Warhol said about abstract expressionism.
― Maryann, Wednesday, 30 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― maryann, Wednesday, 30 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
no one has gone on about david mccallum, man from unkle's albums with string arrangements by none other than david axelrod????????????
manics early stuff...definitely so bad it's brilliant.
also the bloke who plays acoustic guitar on sunday at the farmers' market, excellent 'cept when drunk and then just goes through punk rock versions of 'you are my sunshine, my only sunshine..........'
― ty@hotmail.com, Wednesday, 30 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― scott p., Wednesday, 30 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Geoff, Wednesday, 30 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
roky erickson and any unreleased syd barrett stuff.
Last year on holiday in Cornwell, there was this terrifying disabled guy hammering on a synthesiser and making the most astonishing racket. It was so bizarre he must have been some kind of genius.
― Phil A., Wednesday, 30 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
I don't know any 'outsider art' but from what you guys are saying, it sounds nothing whatsoever like a great joke.
I agree that some things are 'so technically good, in a particular way, that they're a turn-off'. But then maybe it's the way, not the quality, that is really the turn-off? I certainly don't see EC or the MFs in this way. In fact I have a feeling that the MFs are occasionally meant to be 'so bad it's brilliant'. 'Blue You' would be my Exhibit A here.
― the pinefox, Thursday, 31 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― ty@hotmail.com, Thursday, 31 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― duane zarakov, Thursday, 31 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
I would have to agree with Pinefox. A cheap holiday in other people's misery, more like.
With all the songs I love, I love them beyond reproach and couldn't even think of them as bad.
In a way it seems patronizing to call it bad; like saying oh I realize this music isn't as good as the Magnetic Fields (or whoever) but it's cool because the singer is crazy.
― Nicole, Thursday, 31 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Eric Clapton and the Mother Fuckers (NY artcore band)
― Nick, Thursday, 31 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
You should be ashamed of yourself, Nick.
― Michael Jones, Thursday, 31 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
don't bother saying it: ugh.
― fred solinger, Thursday, 31 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― ethan, Thursday, 31 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
As it happens, I've had a different "so bad it's good" experience fairly recently. One of my shop customers talked me into forming a pomp-prog-rock band with him (he's a really good drummer) He did me a CD-r of prog rock stuff he wants to cover, and (oh dear lord) one of the trax was "Sole Survivor" by Asia!!! (Asia were a prog-rock supergroup formed in the early '80's to cash in on adult-orientated- rock in the USA - their first album sold shitloads IIRC) It's goddamn awful - I mean, really terrible, but....when I listen to it...mffff...I feel all light, and my chest swells, and my nostrils flare, and all that.....WTF????? It beats me, but I'm looking forward to working it out, anyway.
As far as P!|\|g-p0ng-biT(h3s goez, they just suck wet farts out of dead pigeons. There's just nothing there. A McGee's adolescent punk rock grrl fixation (cf baby lemonade) is pretty embarrasing, really.
hey! Another thing abt "stylistic quirks" is that they can be quite identifiable, IE if a poster tends to pepper his, screeds with too, many, commas, sends down multiple short posts, and sings the praises ov whatever shiz. Mr McGee puts out, it isn't too hard to figure out who it is, even if they use different names, knowwarramean, like??
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― Norman Fay, Thursday, 31 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Ethan, I think you might be misinterpreting what I wrote. I can't completely endorse the idea of outsider art (for the most part) because a lot of the people who listen to it don't want to hear something outside their field of experience, they do so because they think it's entertaining or funny...at the sake of someone else's mental illness or what have you. I know not everyone who listens to Wesley Willis, etc. are like this, but a lot of people are.
I like a few of the artists mentioned in this thread, but I don't put them in the categories of outsider art or "bad" because I don't see them that way... To me there's only music I like and music I don't.
How is that relevant to the thread? It's not.
Exactly what do you hate about Mr. McGee? North America laps up poptones while England and Australia laps up hear'say.
'nuff said.
Now go and form that prog-rock band....Mr. Synth.
I would like to nominate Joe Meek's later work to this thread.
PS. It's baby amphemtamine. Ping Pong Bitches are brilliant cause they are bad. That's sometimes harder than being just brilliant.
Always, the king of this thread is Kim Fowley. Anyone up for a discussion?
― mark s, Thursday, 31 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― DG, Thursday, 31 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Patrick, Thursday, 31 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
I think Kim Fowley's Byrds stuff is terrible and cancer for the byrds but on a solo trip, I think he is allllriighhhtt.....
(PS. I outed myself in an earlier thread.....no, I'm not masquing my posting writing style, cause I thought that it would be really sad...)
Asia? When I was ten I copied the album cover from a stoner cousin and won first prize in school. Early prog rock sensation, that I was.
Mind you, opinions regarding the bands on poptones. Not Alan Mcgee.
Personally this is my opinion:
El Vez = belonging into its so bad its an oddity. I love oddities in music.
Montgolfier Brother = pretty ace jazz folk.
Gnac - I love gnac.
a quiet revolution - a sublte record with background grooves.
Outrageous Cherry - so so guitar band, not terribly exciting for me, but it's good guitar pop.
beachbuggy - good bloody fun.
tasha lee - beautiful folk music.
cosmics - great beach boy melodies - don't believe me, check morning sun and emily darling.
hives - punk rock soul boys....check cover of curtis mayfield...
bellrays - blow my fuck off mind ala ilk and tina turner. this is soul.
captain soul - that album would have been a classic ep. sounds a bit rushed but lovin' spoonful very apparent.
oranger - reminds me of a psychedelic la band from sixties that you stumble upon. quiet vibration land is good psychedelic fun without the drugs.
le volume courbe - moe tucker covering my bloody valentine on hank williams' guitar.
and the rest, it's interesting....watching it grow. It excites me. Not all of it is classic but it's going to be a good force for music.
But I like twisted nerve stuff and the tyde, so what do I know?
I'm not interested in opinions of alan mcgee but the music. I think it's good that the independant music scene is supporting music when it's obvious it's in a dire state. Why is that wrong?
In england its interesting because the reviews of poptones records are either good or they seem to be reviewing alan mcgee without even listening to the band.
North America is really digging it. And I love retro sunshine sounds (like association along comes mary, millennium, etc..etc..).......
I'm flying to london this weekend to be wtih my girl and i'm not going to be around. should be interesting.
mark s. sorry for the crap before but alan is my friend. I stick up for my friends (and be a bastard if need be) regardless if they are single moms on the dole or own a record company guy. *shrugs shoulders*
So, insult the crap out of me, I will be interested to hear.
As for yr Poptones list, well, I haven't heard ANYTHING on it: cuz I'm not rich, cuz I can't work Napster, cuz my supply of rock freebies dried up many years ago. My guess is, I'd quite like some, maybe love a little, maybe really really hate some bits. That's how it's been this far with McGee's taste and mine. Enjoy London.
― scott p., Thursday, 31 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
'tis funny that the more that I have been exposed to the music industry and it's been little, the more, I really despise it and want to keep out of it as much as possible. It seems more tragic than the sad annoying record clerk....
it's all a bit despairing, but however, I think that coming across in print as pompous? Maybe to the english folks who are more subdued in nature but over here it reads fine. Cultural differences always interest me.
But what has interest me is watching the rise of poptones and the people who are desperate to bring it down in a sad sort of way. I do find it affecting and rather odd the vitrioral that is poured out onto that record company in England. I suppose from what I can figure out about it, it's cause poptones arose from teh depths of a once great indie (anything pre-1994) that turned into corporate monsta' and he has had success and people can't believe in poptones in england because of the death cult of celebrity over there.
I see it all the time, whether dealing with that lollies girl over the internet or just reading the bus in england and hearing people announce their media projects on cell phones very loud. It seems it is the land of the famous and if your not you become very embittered and resent everything under the guise of being hip.
"I must be famous to be me"
I'm an idealist with music, suppose. I find that frustrating meself just 'cause I simply love rock and roll. I have no need to be hip or be part of some inner circle of hipness.
Music is just an odd beast that attracts obnoxiousness.
The amount of hatred poured out on him (re: ned, pooptones secretary, nichole) and for what? Putting out music that has affected people's lives (for me at least, Screamadelic, xtrmntr, giant steps, psychocandy, loveless). It is odd that loveless made it to the top of the list and still abuse abuse abuse. I like to work out a challenge and suppose that is it.
I do agree with about it being boring for other posters. Sometimes I do that to entertain myself or get things moving in the internet world of chat cause it shoves the conversation along. And more than a few posters here are guilty of horrid literary overdrive.
Try bellrays if you ever see it cheap. It's fantastic.
c'ya
have to go.........
Then there's Otis and Ally always talking about something or other being great because it's so horrible, and I don't think they mean in an incompetent Shaggs/Wesley Willis kind of way, though I'm baffled as to what it is that they *do* mean (not a putdown, BTW - just curious).
No need to involve Ally here, she has good taste. I'm the one who likes crap records. I like bad taste, is what it comes down to. The things I mention above ("I Got Erection", Balabanov's Brother, Dostoevsky's The Possessed, Leone's spaghetti westerns, Argento's Suspiria) were all tasteless in one way or another. But tastelessness in itself is worthless, it's only worth something if it has gall. If something takes gall to listen to, I'm just as into that too. Dolly Parton, Leif Garrett, Teena Marie - you gotta have gall to listen to them.
Tilt is one of my favorite albums, for what it's worth.
― Otis Wheeler, Friday, 1 June 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― gringo racer, Friday, 1 June 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― duane zarakov, Friday, 1 June 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― ty@hotmail.com, Monday, 4 June 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)