Sunday, October 24, 2021

the A-word

a 2012 blog post that is a tiny germinal seed of Shock and Awe: 


We value authenticity (consistency, integrity, etc) in politics.

And abhor those without core.

But in intellectual / theoretical / critical circles, flexibility is generally a positive term;  open-mindedness and adaptability are deemed virtues and advantages.

And in pop music, all right-thinking people regard authenticity as an irrelevant concept and an obsolete criterion for judgement...  a quaint throwback thing to concern yourself with.

In pop, reinventing yourself is considered not just clever and artistic, but the essence of what pop is about.

Pop is the art of the "true lie". Even apparent real-ness is a pose and an act, to be judged according to how convincingly it's executed rather than whether it correlates with the artist's lived reality.

So how come there's this discrepancy, this fissure, between what's valued in politics and what's valued in culture?

I guess you could say that art/culture/pop is altogether less consequential; it doesn't matter if an artist or performer is pretending to be something they're not....

Still, it's quite a gulf...  I wonder how it came about.

(It's true that politics, or in political commentary at least, there's been a lot of pomo-tinged, Rorty-esque talk in recent years of "optics" and "narratives"...  even Obama talked openly last week about his having failed to "tell a story" to the American people about what's been going down these last three-four years... but generally that kind of thing is about the successful or not-so-successful presentation of what's essential and actual, as opposed to outright fiction...  overall, in the public political domain, people still tend to talk in the language of Truth and Right).

Wednesday, October 20, 2021

Top 5 Glam + Glitter Faves

 (written on a train, in a hurry, into my phone - for some promotional purpose or other, I forgot - in other words, not a definitive list  - but on the other hand, as a ultra-condensed core canon, not a bad place to start either)


T. Rex - Get It On, 1971

The ultimate Bolan boogie, slinky and so sexy - the blues shuffle made ethereal and elfin.

Alice Cooper - Elected, 1972

Hilarious political satire as Cooper pretends to run for President but sounds genuinely grandiose and megalomaniacal - while the music is punk rock four years ahead of schedule.

Roxy Music - Beauty Queen, 1972

Shimmering ethereal ballad from the most arty and experimental of the glam groups, featuring Bryan Ferry's lyrical evocation of a female glamour ideal who makes his "starry eyes shiver".

The Sweet - Teenage Rampage, 1974

Hysterical fantasy of youth taking over the government and rewriting the laws, propelled by tough riff action that anticipates the Sex Pistols.

David Bowie - Fame , 1975

Blistering, scorching funk meets Bowie's frigid hollow-souled anguish at the paranoia and disorientation of stardom.

Saturday, October 16, 2021

Wednesday, October 13, 2021

No Business like Show Business ( dark glam - slight return)



 


















I always thought there was something Alice Cooper-like about Bauhaus - thrilling singles, more-than-slightly silly - so it's interesting to see the Sick Thing King pop up in this list of all-time faves done for an unknown magazine by Peter Murphy. 

"A wonderful escape into a frivolous nightmare" indeed. 

A list which otherwise nails our 'Haus (and Goth in general) as Glam Part 2. 

And then the giveaway that the Bau boys are purely in the business of entertainment - where ham meets sham -  Ethel Merman gets the lead top spot with "No Business Like Show Business"

The absence of anything by the Dame? (c.f. the two Roxy inclusions and an Eno).  The debt too obvious to state? A twinge of anxiety of  ultra-influence? 






Saturday, October 2, 2021

glam / metal

 


Not half the band that The Sweet were - it's all corn syrup fructose and empty calorie ear-blast, none of the brawn of Andy Steve and Mick 





wintertime for Hitler (anti-theatricality 6 of ??)

"  Trump is an increasingly symbolic figure — Norma Desmond with the nuclear codes and sycophantic butlers in his ears on a West Wing  ...