Fred Frith could have been a guitar hero for hire, if he'd wanted to be. His stint in Henry Cow, plus his first and nonpareil solo album 'Guitar Solos', demonstrated that he had the chops and the imagination to be someone who flashy producers called up to add heartfelt fuzz solos to any given song. Luckily for us listeners, and for the community of improvising players in general, he chose a wider role as strolling guitar player/composer/ensemble man/activist. Frith is easily the most politically aware guitar virtuoso of his generation (a generation which includes Clapton, Beck, Page, Fripp and Thompson, in case you were wondering) and he's unusual in that his engagement with world music and his general willingness to get involved with the people he plays with has not only broadened but also deepened his skill.
This film is already nearly 20 years old and the remarkable thing about it is that it got made at all. The late 1980s were far from a great time for the kind of music documented herein; the music press were fascinated with the pop charts, and stuff like this didn't get a look in, unless you were part of the small minority looking out for it. I was part of that small minority, and I heard about this film long before I got to watch it.
I'm guessing that it's the internet and its capacity to market the most obscure and un-mainstream kinds of music that made a DVD re-release of this film profitable. All power to them. It's a remarkable portrait of a working musician, showing Frith in a variety of situations, from bandleader to impromptu improviser to soloist to interviewee, with his rather strange neutral English accent (it's as if he's spent a lot of time speaking French) punctuated by his engaging high-pitched cackle.
Fred Frith is one of the rockingest and most creative musicians England has produced in the last forty years. He ought to be a national treasure, even if he's drawn more audible inspiration from blues and Eastern European music than he has from English folk, which sounds to these ears like it is the case. He still plays, still rocks, still composes and creates and mangles his guitar like nobody else. I raise a glass to him, to the makers of this film, and to whoever thought it a good idea to bring the thing out again on DVD. All discerning music fans should watch it.