Watching all the women, shaking, slimming, walking down the road again
A few weeks back ChrisC and I were walking through Camden, and asbestos was mentioned. I forget why. "Asbestos, lead, asbestos" I said conversationally then realised I had no idea what I was quoting.
I could hear that phrase, as part of a song, very distinctly in my head. Unfortunately, I couldn't hear any more of the song, and had no idea what it was. A vague notion that it might be Luke Haines was all I could muster - ChrisC said I was wrong, and extensive listening to the works of Mr Haines suggested he was right (he always is).
A week or so later, ChrisC dug out a recording of Asbestos Lead Asbestos, by Meat Beat Manifesto. It wasn't the right song :( Even allowing for it being a cover, I was still certain that the entire nature of the song was quite wrong.
Extensive googling failed to help. In the end, I was forced to give up. Just one of life's little mysteries.
Today, striding into town with my mp3 player on, I noticed that something about the music was nagging at my mind. The masters of punnery, parody and misquote were singing in my ears:
"I'm underage and uninsured, on the High Road to Domestos,
Chloroflourocarbon, Lord, asbestos, lead, asbestos"
Rubbish, by Carter the Unstoppable Sex Machine.
Which is why my otherwise sedate walk down Iffley Road was interrupted by a brief burst of scissor-kicking somewhere around Jeune Street.
I could hear that phrase, as part of a song, very distinctly in my head. Unfortunately, I couldn't hear any more of the song, and had no idea what it was. A vague notion that it might be Luke Haines was all I could muster - ChrisC said I was wrong, and extensive listening to the works of Mr Haines suggested he was right (he always is).
A week or so later, ChrisC dug out a recording of Asbestos Lead Asbestos, by Meat Beat Manifesto. It wasn't the right song :( Even allowing for it being a cover, I was still certain that the entire nature of the song was quite wrong.
Extensive googling failed to help. In the end, I was forced to give up. Just one of life's little mysteries.
Today, striding into town with my mp3 player on, I noticed that something about the music was nagging at my mind. The masters of punnery, parody and misquote were singing in my ears:
"I'm underage and uninsured, on the High Road to Domestos,
Chloroflourocarbon, Lord, asbestos, lead, asbestos"
Rubbish, by Carter the Unstoppable Sex Machine.
Which is why my otherwise sedate walk down Iffley Road was interrupted by a brief burst of scissor-kicking somewhere around Jeune Street.
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I wonder which one came first?
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I saw WDE a couple of times. They were fantastic, and had shittier gear than any other rock band I've seen ever. At Reading, on the main stage, between the soundcheck and them starting the guitar amp packed in, and the surprising thing was that it had lasted that long, from the look of it. Happy days.
Anyway. Carter.
Carter infamously got sued for lifting the words "Goodbye Ruby Tuesday" from a Stones song for After The Watershed. The Stones, IIRC, were actually quite sympathetic but couldn't do anything about it because they'd signed away those rights to their record company, and anyway the case collapsed. It is, though, the reason that song wasn't on the next album, as they didn't want to have to pull the album if they lost. One of them said "We nicked "Goodbye Ruby Tuesday" from the Rolling Stones and "Asbestos Lead Asbestos" from World Domination Enterprises . . . and guess which bastards sued?"
That was After The Watershed, of course
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am also deeply ashamed I only just noticed/recognised the Suede ref. . .
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Though if the WDE version doesn't ring any bells does that mean you haven't got Rough Trade's lovely "Post-Punk 01" compilation? Shocking. I'd have thought that and the indie-pop one were right up your street.
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ChrisC also highly recommends the Country one, too, though I don't think I've heard it.