Anal Perversions Of The DonkeyMan.

This was recorded on 31.1.89. It was a Sunday Afternoon and we had a copy of the Sunday Sport 'newspaper'. I say it in inverted commas because there was no actual news in it. It was full of bizarre stories purporting to be true when most of them were obviously made-up. It was also full of adverts for sex chat-lines. All the crazy stuff and filth that we were reading out came from there but I might have made Anal Perversions Of The DonkeyMan up. There was a lot of improvised music as well and Gary sang a lot on this which was unusual. The Donkey stuff just came out of the blue and we went with it. As I mentioned in the previous post things were really starting to come together musically as a group. As I was remastering this tape I put echo on a lot of it because it added to the atmosphere of it all.

Paul Moller- guitar, vocals, readings
Trevor Simpson - guitar, readings
Mr Rudeforth - tapes, radio, funny joke, laffing
Gary Burroughs - snare drum, vocals, readings

1. Come On
2. Microwave Joke
3. Don't Brown My Meat
4. Where's Your Donkey Gone
5. The Twitchers
6. Hard Heart To Break
7. Pert
8. The Mare's Lemon
9. Lot's Of Things
10. Don't You Whip My Donkey
11. Anal Perversions Of The DonkeyMan

http://www.archive.org/details/DonkeyMan

False Teeth, A Bald Head, Glasses...

This was recorded on 17.1.89. Things were starting to get good in terms of getting somewhere with the music as a group. I don't mean commercially, we had only done two gigs and not many people even knew of our existence, we were very underground. We had been playing with this line-up for a year and it was starting to come together in terms of as a group getting to grips with what we were doing musically. We were starting to play with the music and not just play it. It is an exciting time in the development of a group.
The Bit On The Bike involved a piece of equipment which had Trevs' bike mounted on rollers as an excercise device, Gary got on the bike and started giving it rock and we commented.
There were some old blokes who used to drink in our local and they were really funny. We were in there boozing one day and one of them came up to us on his way back from the toilet. He Said - "False Teeth, A Bald Head, Glasses and A Soft Cock." "Old Age lads." "Fully Stiff With An Inch Of Slack In The Middle." Then he walked off.
Once Mr. Rudeforth and I were decorating for someone and were stood outside having a break, an old man was shuffling down the street, as he got to the gate he stopped. He turned to us and said "Women! They Want Hanging!". Then he shuffled off. You never forget things like that.

1. False Teeth
2. This Ambulance
3. Bit On't Bike
4. Long Time Gone
5. Bald Head

http://www.archive.org/details/FalseTeethABaldHeadGlasses

Mothers Tush

Not much music here but plenty of madness. Mr. R was 'poorly' but not so ill that he couldnt manage to keep pressing the record button to capture this craziness for posterity. Recorded at the usual spot on 30.11.88. Reg on meat. The Grrrripp.

1. Improvisation
2. The Folky Yokel
3. Tush Mush Camel Hairs
4. Liver Lover
5. Who Do You Love
6. Improvisation
7. Anchovy Jam and Sour Ravioli
8. Hong Kong Spewy
9. The Sweetest Sound

http://www.archive.org/details/MothersTush

King George Bush

What can I say about bush? Mmm. We must have had a newspaper there and there must have been a picture of George Bush with a crown on and it sounds likes Gary was off his map reading a few bits out. Maybe we were all off our maps, maybe we still are, I hope so. Recorded in Trevs back room on 13.11.88.

1. Frisco Lines
2. Improvisation
3. King George
4. Improvisation

http://www.archive.org/details/KingGeorge

Arse Wagon Flu

Back once again with a reggie-grade master. The Arse Wagon Flu blue blew was I and my struggling words of the WhooDoo. But fuck it, I couldn't sing anyway, but we've been thru all that. Recorded in Trev's back room on 30.10.88.

Paul Moller - Guitar, Vocal
Trevor Simpson - Guitar
Mr. R - Tapes etc
Gary (Reggie) Burroughs - Snare drum with brushes

1. Rocky Road
2. Who Do You Love
3. The Little Death
4. Po' Boy Dead And Gone
5. Feel Like Going Home
6. Long Time Gone
7. Driving Me Crazy

http://www.archive.org/details/ArseWagonFlu

Howard

Poor H'ard. No not really. It's not knowing the words not knowing what to say that he probably would have liked the anarchistic elements and attitude behind it all. Enjoy your further adventures H with it all now all of it and you are all of it too. We just found out not so long ago that you had to go but you had already went. Out in there. In out of there. Of out in there. In there of out. There of in out. There of out in. The music stopped, the lights stopped, everything stopped for you. And you were stopped before it just before my birthday. Well now sparkling with it as well off on it. Off o0ut on it all. We'll Never finish painting the Blue Kitchen.

Uuby Duuby

Well now, after all that lot I wouldn't be surprised either but never-the-less...Hello.  Glow lice.  In the dark.  Glowing.  Up.  Helsinki, no floaters.  Vice Roy Rodgers Cherry Picker.  Pulls the Trigger.  Time for a tinkle or two.  Time for timelessness as a drumbeat.  Time for time, time and time again.  Uuby Duuby it is then, recorded by What Katy Did Next in 2009.  In three different tasty Mixes, just add water.  Makes its' own sauce.  Saucy Little Madam, who do we think we are.  Well now, after that, Walter Fish Rasp Edge Hum Drummer.  The plastic excursion, a little trip in polythene.  Glows lighter.  A short while afterwards lights the fuse again.  Another explosion of rhythmic colour we spell.  A different way round this time again.  Rolling around with all the other animals in the Funny Farm.  Squash Mish-Mosh-Mash.  Agency work.  Fullfilling Gruel.  Thornton Snape.  Utter Taxi.  Down the dark corridor we go snooping round. Upset at last.  The apples and the chickens.  Let bygones be bygones.  Think about it, think about nothing.  There is nothing to think about, think about it.  Think Twice.   As nice as Mrs Nice and the handsome donkey. Ovals and roundabouts.  String on a string.  Never the same string twice.  Ding-A-Ling-Dong.   Edging along slowly releasing noxious gasses.  Odour on a string.  Never the same one twice. 

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   Uuby Duuby (Cake Mix)
   
   
   
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   Uuby Duuby (Batter Mix)
   
   
   
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   Uuby Duuby (Soup Mix)
   
   
   
   

http://www.archive.org/details/UubyDuuby