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Elsewhere, in the 'Grinderman' thread, this question was asked;
Doesn't anybody have the time or imagination to seek out the many, many younger, more geniunely punk groups who harness this kind of energy more naturally and convincingly?
And to be perfectly honest, I'd forgotten all about the guys. And gal. Which, bearing in mind that the guys originally asked me to see about making life better for them, as opposed to the other thing, is ... well anyway, never mind about that. And I did remember, eventually.
So it turns out the guys have been on tour in what used to be known as the USSR for what seems to have been an uncomfortably long time. I feel it would be a mistake for me to check on the dates - after all, it's impossible to undo what's been done, or not done, in this case - but, on the plus side, while The Disasters always been an 'angry' band, now they're ... well, like The Beatles post Hamburg, they're now something else. Something else altogether.
So when they hit the London gigging scene again, there's going to be an explosion, I think. So much so that I'm thinking seriously now about that timeshare offer in Bali, the one that nobody knows anything about. The raw energy of the new material is a bit much to contemplate, otherwise.
So, enough about me: The new songs by the guys, and gal, are thus;
'Debra, You're Out Of The Band'
'No, Richard, You're Out Of The Band'
'For God's Sake ... You, Debra, Are No Longer A Disaster'
'But I Think I Am. Call Yourself A Disaster do You?'
'Yes Debra, I Do'
'Siberian Tour - An Instrumental Break'
'Ok, I Suppose We've All Lost Some Fingers Here ...'
'You Play One String, And I'll Play The Other - The Bass Is About Love' (the guys have pencilled this in, according to their abilities, as a chart hit. It'll be their 'Alive', their 'Candle In The Wind', or so they say)
'Full Circle' - The whole journey they've been on musically comes to it's inevitable end. In silence, ultimately, but it does take them a while.
Bonus track;
'I've Just ... I Don't Know What I've Done To Myself. But It's Probably Something Quite Bad ...'
I don't mean to go on about this, but they have made a huge leap both forwards, and at the same time backwards, artisically. It's not easily put into words. 'Brothers In Arms' as reimagined by a series of spiritually compromised characters in a Tibetan lap dancing joint - these are not people who are interested in climbing Mount Everest. The only snow they're interested in comes in sachets, like the ketchup, which is also like blood.
They still can't really play their instruments though, so, they're mainly focused on looking ... like what they are, really.
And as bad as it seems, and although I only say it myself, they are the only interesting band left.
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