{"id":9968,"date":"2009-06-15T16:09:47","date_gmt":"2009-06-15T16:09:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/?p=9968"},"modified":"2009-06-29T16:09:30","modified_gmt":"2009-06-29T16:09:30","slug":"big-sexy-noise","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/big-sexy-noise\/","title":{"rendered":"Big.  Sexy.  Noise."},"content":{"rendered":"<p>By Cathi Unsworth.<\/p>\n<p><img fetchpriority=\"high\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-9975\" title=\"bsn\" src=\"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/06\/bsn.jpg\" alt=\"bsn\" width=\"500\" height=\"324\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/06\/bsn.jpg 500w, https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/06\/bsn-300x194.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 500px) 100vw, 500px\" \/><br \/>\n(<em>Photo: JOE McNALLY<\/em>)<\/p>\n<p><strong>BIG\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u2026is this match of musical muscle. In the blue corner, from London, we have James Johnston, Terry Edwards and Ian White, collectively known as <a href=\"http:\/\/www.gallondrunk.com\/\">Gallon Drunk<\/a>. Their decades-long journey into the low dives and wrecked lives of the capital&#8217;s gutterati has thrown up a succession of albums that fuse the live power of the Pistols and Suicide with a connoisseurs&#8217; knowledge of soundtracks and jazz. All presented in sharp, East End style, suited and booted like the last gang in town.<\/p>\n<p>And in the red corner, from New York, the No Wave Nostradamus herself, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.myspace.com\/lydialunch\">Lydia Lunch<\/a>. This raven-haired, red-lipped femme fatale has spent decades facing down the corporate and the banal, with a career of constant subversion, confrontation and transformation via music, spoken word, film and photography.<\/p>\n<p>They first met one steamy night, \u201csomewhere in Germany in the early Nineties, when Gallon Drunk supported Die Haut,&#8221; James recalls.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cLike so many juicy details, that event has slipped my mind,&#8221; Lydia raises an eyebrow. \u201cBut I began working with Terry on live shows after I recorded \u2018Mantrakamantra&#8217; in around 1998. Eventually Ian was brought into the fold, and accompanied me for live performances of \u2018Hangover Hotel&#8217;, \u2018Smoke in the Shadows&#8217;, \u2018Real Pornography&#8217; and \u2018The Ghosts of Spain&#8217;. Not many of these required guitar, but when the music called for it, I would often invite James. Besides being stellar musicians, gentlemen and a pleasure to work with they are all, like myself, flaming weirdos. A marriage made in, well, Tijuana?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>\u201cLydia was first given my number by a mutual friend,&#8221; says Terry, \u201cwho didn&#8217;t tell me he&#8217;d done so. She rang me out of the blue one night to play on a five-week European tour. You could say that I was surprised! But I think the seeds for this band were sown when Gallon Drunk and Lydia played consecutive nights at a club in Greece. It just makes sense for the four of us to be making this noise together.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>And what a sonic KO it truly is.<\/p>\n<p><strong>SEXY\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u2026is the sound of their debut mini-album, six slabs of sonic bump&#8217;n&#8217;grind in shades of red raw blue. Available in vinyl or download from Sartorial Records, it kicks off with the \u2018Sexy Side&#8217; \u2013 band originals \u2018Another Man Comin&#8217; (while the bed is still warm)&#8217; and \u2018Bad For Bobby&#8217;, plus a revival of \u2018The Gospel Singer&#8217;, from Lydia&#8217;s 1989 Harry Crews project, co-written with Sonic Youth&#8217;s Kim Gordon. The \u2018Sexy Side&#8217; sounds like it was recorded somewhere in the Deep South, in one of those fleapit motels favoured by Henry Lee Lucas, with a busted air con and grateful alligators snapping in the swamp outside.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWell, if anything&#8217;s going to inspire a killer riff,&#8221; says six-string-strangler James Johnston, \u201cit&#8217;s the lyrics Lydia was sending us. It was <em>so<\/em> exciting getting an idea back from her with a new vocal on it.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Initially, the Drunk boys traded ideas with Lydia over the Internet. \u201cGenerally it was a perfect opportunity to do things musically we&#8217;d wanted to do for ages,&#8221; says James. \u201cThe sound of the tracks was initially formed around the need to make it as basic and primal as possible. I&#8217;d send riffs or songs over to Lydia and she&#8217;d select the ones that worked with existing lyrics or triggered new ones. Musically everything was led by the basic premise of being simple, big, sexy&#8230; and, of course, noisy. When we came to play them all together it came together very quickly and naturally \u2013 when we got together in London as a band to try the material out, we immediately cancelled the second day&#8217;s rehearsal and recorded it instead.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p><strong>NOISE\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u2026is what these guys do best, fashioning White&#8217;s delinquent drums, Johnston&#8217;s no-fat guitar and Edward&#8217;s wild squalls of sax and blareground organ around Lydia&#8217;s deadly primal hollar. The \u2018Noisy Side&#8217; of the record contains two more originals, \u2018Baby Faced Killer&#8217; and \u2018Your Love Don&#8217;t Pay My Rent&#8217; with a version of Lou Reed&#8217;s \u2018Kill Your Sons&#8217; that was just itching for the treatment. With its vistas choked with teenage pimps, bombed-out junkies and general all-round sleazebags, the \u2018Noisy Side&#8217; has all the urban claustrophobia of bum Bowery bar, where the walls drip with sulphur like the barman&#8217;s nose drips sulphate and the floors are slick with decades of spilt drinks and split lips.<\/p>\n<p>So what kind of kick will the uninitiated get from this release?<\/p>\n<p>James: \u201cThe euphoria of intelligent, sexy, moron-rock at full blast.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Terry: \u201cI expect the usual back-handed compliments \u2013 I never knew you were so good, etc, etc&#8230;&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Lydia: \u201cFor those who miss balls-to-the-wall rock, this is the perfect nasty ass medicine.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.myspace.com\/bigsexynoise\">BIG SEXY NOISE<\/a>, in case you haven&#8217;t gathered, is the name of the racket, the band and the record. There&#8217;ll be a full length album release later in the year with <a href=\"http:\/\/www.lydia-lunch.org\/live_dates.html\">live dates<\/a> burning hot on their debut&#8217;s heels, the first UK one being 21 July at London&#8217;s Corsica Studios. \u201cThere&#8217;ll be much <em>more<\/em>&#8230;&#8221; Lydia promises. \u201cMore Music. More Madness. More assault against the bloated state of over-produced rock, twee techno, lousy pop porn disco and lame ass rap.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-8862\" title=\"cup\" src=\"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/05\/cup.jpg\" alt=\"cup\" width=\"180\" height=\"240\" \/><br \/>\n<strong>ABOUT THE AUTHOR<\/strong><br \/>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/cathiunsworth.weebly.com\/\">Cathi Unsworth<\/a> is a former journalist for <em>Sounds<\/em>, <em>Melody Maker<\/em> and <em>Bizarre<\/em> and recently wrote the novels <em>The Not Knowing<\/em> and <em>The Singer<\/em>, as well as editing the <em>London Noir<\/em> crime writing anthology, all on Serpent&#8217;s Tail. <a href=\"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/\/typical-girl-cathi-unsworth-interviewed\/\">Read her 2008 interview<\/a> at <strong>3:AM<\/strong>.  <em>Photo: Allison McGourty.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/06\/bsn-150x150.jpg\" alt=\"bsn\" title=\"bsn\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" class=\"alignnone size-thumbnail wp-image-9899\" hspace=\"5\" vspace=\"5\" width=\"233\" height=\"300\" align=\"right\" \/>In the blue corner, from London, we have James Johnston, Terry Edwards and Ian White, collectively known as <b>Gallon Drunk<\/b>. Their decades&#8217;-long journey into the low dives and wrecked lives of the capital&#8217;s gutterati has thrown up a succession of albums that fuse the live power of the Pistols and Suicide with a connoisseurs&#8217; knowledge of soundtracks and jazz. All presented in sharp, East End style, suited and booted like the last gang in town.  And in the red corner, from New York, the No Wave Nostradamus herself, <b>Lydia Lunch<\/b>.<\/p>\n<p>\nBy <b>Cathi Unsworth<\/b>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":119,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[10],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9968","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-nonfiction"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9968","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/119"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9968"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9968\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9968"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9968"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.3ammagazine.com\/3am\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9968"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}