It's June 1979 and three
miscast heroes of Punk Rock have been washed up on the sandy beaches of
Israel. Having left their native England in the grip of what was to be
18 years in the iron grip of Thatcher, Drax, Billy, and Animal begin to
embroider a rich and rewarding musical past. A past in which they are musical
masters in a revolution that swept all before it back in blighty. After
just one Goldstar Beer too many they will tell all and sundry about this
glorious musical past in which talent ouzel from their fingertips and they
were Punk Rock Gods. Unbeknown to them a hapless dwarf skulks in the corner
- Gillad - the rotting swine that was a self styled svengalli for the music
starved masses in Israel. Gillad approaches our heroes and proposes a small
musical performance for a handful of starved youths. Carelessly it is agreed
and our heroes dub themselves "Dead Seamen" a name that will become a millstone
in rock history. The Seamen embark on an alien quest - Rehearsals! The
evil Gillad is already plotting their downfall and the small musical gathering
mutates - KABRISTOCK '79 is born. Gillad wants the Seamen to headline a
massive musical event the like of which has not been seen on these shores.
The Seamen make a wise decision and refuse. Gillad knows his quarry well
" I vill giff you a crate of beer each!" The Seamen bow their heads - they
cannot refuse the offer and they wisely recruit help. Soon Trashcan Barrington
is within their ranks dispensing advice and roll-ups in equal measure.
Within minutes he is the complete master of his chosen instrument - the
Stringless Fender Jazzmaster. Likewise the shadowy Toby grasps the slim
handle of his instrument of musical expression - the long broom. Sadly
Tony lacks any musical talent whatsoever and has therefore the chore of
the vocals. Our troupe of hopelessness was completed by the enigmatic Gingey
of who little is known apart from the possible preference for large overalls.
Following furious rehearsals - which often lasted until the early hours of the bar opening - the Seamen were ready! July 9th 19979 The date should be marked in gold on all rock calendars. It was the one and only time The Dead Seamen stepped on to a stage. In their 50 minute "performance" they totally destroyed the nature of Rock 'N' Roll as it was then known. Without this blistering performance it is difficult to imagine that Popular music would have progressed at all - without the Seamen and Kabristock we would have no Oasis, No Verve, No Robbie Williams and certainly No Joe "Shadupyaface" Dolce! Sadly, Phil Collins would still have existed. The Seamen's obvious sartorial eloquence had a profound effect on the post-punk world of the New Romantics who followed the Seamen's lead with clothes, make-up and wigs. Due to some incredible mix up the opening minutes of the Seamen concert does not exist. This world altering performance commenced when a slightly intoxicated Billy Bassbandit faced a hostile audience alone save for his thrusting Bass Guitar. The audience had endured a lengthy procession of highly talented but dull "artistes" who knew nothing about real Rock 'N' Roll and had no appreciation of the nuances of Punk Rock. The only ray of light came from a young hot axe player who whipped the floor with everyone - including, it can be revealed for the first time, The Seamen themselves. Bumbandit commenced the Seamen's now legendary show with a short poignant poem about the death of Buddy Holly. Many cried as the torrent of eloquent words tumbled from Billy's mouth. The CD you hear to-day commences with a violent and aggressive cover of the rock monster "Alright Now" - it matters little that the music is completely useless and lacks any real power. The vocal is at best inept. However the spirit of the number is encapsulated in this riveting and unique performance that is almost completely unrecognisable as the number known and loved across the world - a staggering achievement. Next up is a spellbinding cover of Roxy Music's "Virginia Plain". The Seamen show their musical sharpness when guitarist Drax drops in a few bars from his Rock Opera " With The Gods" Billy chides him with a few well chosen comments. The Seamen dispense with musicianship almost entirely on this cover and make it through on sheer guts and even drop several verses rather than be accused of the bourgeois trappings of musicality. The Anthem to useless tw*ats everywhere is tackled next by The Lads and Graham Fellows ditty is deftly handled with Drax injecting shades of Reggae into this stuttering masterpiece of punk angst. Billy steps out next for another poem cunningly titled " A Folk Song". This was widely thought to have been written by Animal but in fact Toby spent a couple of days intricately piecing this to-gether. The visual gag utilising a mask of the then President Begin is sadly lost in audio but explains the "special guest reference" by Billy. Bowie's ode to the great Iggy Pop - "Gene Genie" is next for the slaughter and as Drax slices into the rhythm one can't help but think how Bowie would feel about this - proud? - grossly insulted more likely. "The First Time" is a neat illustration of what the Seamen where able to do with a great lost classic. Everything about this song is neat and tidy. Bassbandit's bouncing bassline, Waterman's melodic licks, Animals delicate rhythms, and Tony's majestic vocal. It's on this sublime masterpiece of understated majesty that Gingey makes her first vocal appearance. An influence on Madonna and influenced by, Patti Smith Gingey's sensitive but forceful harmony lines top off this superb performance. Released as a sigle in neighbouring Jordan where it hit the No. spot for 3 weeks in September 1979. "Because The Night" hands the microphone over to Gingey for a riveting and Dynamic performance of the Springsteen/Smith classic. One of the reasons that Bruce did not release his own version of this song was because he'd been amazed at the depth of feeling achieved by the Seamen on this song, he simply felt he couldn't match it. As the band's alcohol consumption begins to kick in we can feel the adrenaline rush in the music. Nowhere is this rush more noticeable than in this definitive version of "Wipe Out". Animal is quite simply - Atomic - the band are hard placed to keep pace with Animal as he is let loose on a manic orgy of thumping crashing percussion. The audience were ecstatic at this point and you can here Tal on stage shouting and dancing to Animals primitive driving beat. Animal was certainly a percussionist in the John Bonham/Keith Moon mould and this performance has been sampled frequently in the '90's and formed a large part of the Orb's impressive debut at the Glastonbury Festival in 1995. Some of these mighty beats ended up on no less than 27 top 5 hits between 1989 - 97, a tally exceeded only by the Godfather of Soul Himself - James Brown with a total of 28! "Framed" was based on a reworking of "There's
A Riot Going On in Cell Block 9" but Billy based his version on Alex Harvey's
spellbinding tune. Inspired by Animal and Toby's shoddy treatment by Kibbutz
chiefs, "Framed" is a searing indictment of a gross injustice. Details
are patchy and confused but the inspiration for "Framed" lies in a Mad
Scotsman Max ( who was the original inspiration for the "Mad Max" films),Two
Welsh maidens and 168 gallons of tepid putrid water - little else is known
- suffice to say that only two days after the show a number of the Seamen
were sent away! The song it's'self is a superlative performance with Billy's
impassioned vocals bringing out despair, aanger, and a feeling of uselessness
at the same time.
"Far*t's are volcanic eruptions they come from the Island of b*um/through the tunnel of trousers/they come with a musical hum/ THHHHHHWWWWTTTT!!" A sound note to concluded this devastating show on. So that's it. Certainly one of the greatest events in the history of popular music, and until now, comparatively unknown. This show changed the shape of modern music. Who can say what Duke Ellington would have made of this bearing in mind his comments that there are only two kinds of music good & Bad this band are both at the same! In the great tradition of posthumous releases there is a bonus track on this collection. Hitherto unreleased, \ldblquote Jenkinson\rdblquote is a slow urban based blues written by Billy & Drax and played by them alone in the basement of Drax"s rambling country mansion, it is thought, after consuming 12 pints of Tetley Bitter in a secluded Yorkshire Dales Ale House two 6 weeks after there return from Israel. Shrouded in mystery it can now be revealed that the Jenkinson in question was a Howard Jennings sometime lead guitarist with Animal, Drax & Billy's original band, Eclipse. Howard had left Eclipse to marry when they were on the edge of fame a fact that Drax & Billy never forgave him for and in fact never really recovered from. It is not known whether or not Eclipse recorded anything for posterity. They have been described as "brilliant" and Complete Shi*te" so take your pick! The only question that now remains is " Where Are They Now?" Drax disappeared entirely for a number of years but was rumoured to have been spotted in Hong Kong and China in the early 1980's. The death of Deng Xiaoping and the handover of Hong Kong are thought to relate to Drax's activities. To-day he manages a 6,000 acre sheep farm in Australia, alone. Visitors have said he is inclined to lie in the sun after shearing complete with crates of imported Tetley Bitter shouting Pointed Stick and strumming his solar powered guitar. Billy, disillusioned with the music business and shamed by his accidental invention of Jazz Rock headed off to the Scottish Highlands where he lives as a pig on a piggery south of Oban. Animal, beneath the long black wig, was at one point rumoured to be non-other than Roger Moore ex Saint and former James Bond Star. This was complete nonsense, a rumour started by Animal to cover his tracks. He was in fact Larry Mullen SNR., Father of L arry Mullen JNR., who went on to found multi talented U2 who dominated the 1990's with their stadium Rock Anthems. Trashcan Barrington emigrated (illegally) to the states, married well, assumed a new identity, and is currently non-other than Bill Clinton, U.S. President! Tony, took stardom to his heart, returned to London changed his surname to Hadley and founded New Romantic Superstar Band Spandau Ballet! Toby, spent the 12 months following the triumphant show sitting outside a Tel Aviv bar dressed in his characteristic work-shirt clutching his broom. Tragically, he was transferred to a psychiatric ward in England where he regained all his faculties and married Ester Rantzen and shortly after became head of the BBC. The mysterious Gingey remains an enigma and little is know about her whereabouts to-day. However, sales of ladies blue overalls continue to rise with little real explanation. So there it ends the saga of the Dead Seamen, certainly the greatest unknown band to walk the planet and their influence, 20 years on, resonates down the years, and it's difficult to imagine how that influence will not continue to grow in the forthcoming millennium Courtesy Greg
Johnson
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Personnel
Billy Bassbandit - Bass, Shouting, Drunkenness
Animal, Billy and Drax.
Performance Alright Now (Fraser/Rodgers)
Tony sings "First Time" - Toby sweeps the
floor.
Animal's amazing drum solo.
"Because the night" - they turned on the lights!
Billy's amazing bass solo.
Tony Ruda
Toby Lagdon - "Where am I - What am I doing
here"
Drax, Max, Animal and Trash.
Click on the blue guitars to hear the Dead Sea-Men playing to a thousand people live on kibbutz Kabri in Israel.
"Framed" WAV file
"First Time" MP3 file
"Go Toby Go" MP3 file |
Live Aid amazed the world with it’s sheer size
and compassion. Dylan created the sixties and then blew them all away,
but in june 1979 came along the band that totally destroyed music as it
was known and created a whole new sound. A sound the like of which had
never been heard before or since.
Throughout the decades the Jerusalem Post has
been honoured to attend the musical events that changed the world. In this
year of millenium fever we now offer our choice of the top 3 concerts in
Rock history.
Those who were there will never forget the musical
complexity of the fusion of a base guitar played in 17/24 time and all
other instruments played in 4/4. The gut shattering chords of the lead
guitar and the head shattering pounding of the drums that would long reverberate
through the minds and bodies of the unsuspecting audience. Many would turn
to drugs to help them forget, many were carried away gibbering, many would
never recover and would spend the rest of their lives shivering in mental
straightjackets repeating over and over.."seamen..seamen".
A complexity of guests paraded their talents
throughout the night…Tony, Toby, Gilly, all helped to destroy a society
in a fashion not seen since the 2nd world war.. the six day war was
nothing compared to this, the foundations of Israel shook, the temple fell
again.
The crowd gasped to see legend Trash [guitar]
Barrington walk out on stage, a giant amongst
Hero’s that night, he gave the first ‘unplugged’
session in history, the crowd screamed and
Kept on screaming till he left the stage. Long
has it been remembered in Rock history his reply when asked for an interview
after the gig……
So, the Seamen are long gone, as with all the
giants, Zeppelin, Floyd, Blondie, Black Lace, maybe they will reform for
a new audience in a new era, but could they ever repeat the sound they
made that long ago night?…
FAMED AS FOLLOWERS OF THE ‘DEAD SEAMEN’, FEAR HUNG OVER THE FIELDS OF ISRAEL, NON WERE SAFE, AS THE DREADED CRY ‘BLITZPHILLIP!’ ECHOED THROUGHOUT THE WILDERNESS. WELSHWOMEN WET THEIR KEKS, GROWN MEN SHUDDERED. DOGS HOWLED, CHILDREN HID BENEATH BEDS, BONFIRES SMELT OF URINE. NON COULD STOP THEM AS MAYHEM GREW LIKE A PLAGUE ACROSS THE LAND…..NON DARED TRY. MASTERS OF THE UNEXPECTED, AGENTS OF CONFUSION THEY REIGNED, DEATH MEANT NOTHING, CLOSING TIME DID. NOW SPLIT ACROSS THE GLOBE, HIDING IN ANONYMITY, UNKNOWN, THEY PLOT THEIR RETURN………AND THE WORLD WAITS AND HOLDS IT’S BREATH. SOON, IT WILL BE THE ANNIVERSARY, SO BE WARNED DEAR READER, BE WARNED….ONE DAY SOON, IF YOU ARE IN A BAR AND THE LITTLE BALD GUY NEXT TO YOU MUMBLES TO HIMSELF IN A SCOTTISH ACCENT " AYE, BREAK THEIR F**KING HEADS" THEN BE AFRAID… BE VERY AFRAID.