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Shallow as a bird bath and less fun to dip into
on 10 July 2012
This is the third time I have sat down to write this. Two reviews remain somewhere out in the ether. Although no great fan of the Deviants I loved the Pink Fairies and enjoyed a sci fi book put out by Mick Farren. So I saw this advertised and thought mabe it would give an insight into those times and what made a band like the Pink Fairies tick. Instead it is the worse kind of music biography. The thing with seeing Pink Fairies in 1971 as a 15 year old was that they were anarchic. It was what probably made them a prog rock band acceptable to punks. Their appearances were messy, high energy and with glimpses of stellar musicianship (Mr Rudolph in particular). they were also political in their day, the free gigs, chucking drugs and condoms at kids, playing starkers, annoying the hell out of promoters. There is a boy scout hut somewhere in Hertfordshire that still enforces a life time ban on them. Like a lot of people who blogg about this band, it is a given that their music/anarchy/shambles was never effectively caught in recordings but they left some monsters to guide the way. "Do It" that would make Nike spew, their fallin apart at the seams version of "Tomorrow Never Knows" the conga lines of "Snake and Uncle Harry". They were obviously more than punksters and good time party animals ingesting crate loads of drugs, hanging out with Hawkwind, Steve Took, Hells Angels and on occassions the Broughtons. So what does this book tell us? Not a lot. A book of lists, a chronology and list of bitch sessions. But it does not get under the skin, it does not explain what motivated them or ask deep enough questions as to why they imploded. We get the point that Twink was a pocket philosopher, a self-serving ditz- but why and to what outcome? We know Rudolph was an exceptional guitar player but that he kept to himself-then get out there and hack his phone and find out why! Farren was more a concept/happening political animal than a musician but was there other dimensions to him that have relevance as to why everyone left him-such as did he fart in the tour van with one too many curries. But we dont find out what drove them, motivated them, what rang their bells sufficently to do the things they do. It wasn't just rock and roll, or groupies or messing with straight heads. The writer is an obvious fan, and mabe the problem is me. Mabe, I am guilty of thinking that there was more to this band and times then there was. But mabe the writer could have asked some more searching questions of the protagonists. I guess I will never know, But disapointing, this one is heading for the re-sale yards in a handcart.