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| − | [[Image:Ad Lyceum 1982 11 28.jpg|right|thumb| | + | {{#ev:youtube|PpnDNqzUzk4|450|right|Interview with [[Andrew Eldritch]] at the venue by Winston Smith for SOUNDS magazine <br/>- still video - * many thanks to the [https://www.youtube.com/user/spiggytapes/videos uploader]|frame}} |
| + | [[Image:Ad Lyceum 1982 11 28.jpg|right|thumb|450px|Old press avert for the gig]] | ||
== Lyceum, London, England == | == Lyceum, London, England == | ||
Also on the bill: [http://www.discogs.com/artist/20700-Aswad Aswad], [http://www.discogs.com/artist/47968-Maximum-Joy Maximum Joy], [http://www.discogs.com/artist/707038-Zerra-I Zerra I]<br/> | Also on the bill: [http://www.discogs.com/artist/20700-Aswad Aswad], [http://www.discogs.com/artist/47968-Maximum-Joy Maximum Joy], [http://www.discogs.com/artist/707038-Zerra-I Zerra I]<br/> | ||
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| + | As The Sisters of Mercy had played quite a few gigs in London that year, <br/> | ||
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| + | SOUNDS magazine reporter Winston Smith interviewed [[Andrew Eldritch]] at the venue.<br/> | ||
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| − | A [[Lyceum - London - England|Live Bootleg]] | + | A [[Lyceum - London - England|Live Bootleg]] from this show with an audience recording of rather good sound quality<br/> |
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| + | does exist and is in circulation [https://www.myheartland.co.uk/ among the fanbase].<br/> | ||
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| + | ==Band/Line-up== | ||
| + | * [[Andrew Eldritch]] - vocals | ||
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| + | * [[Gary Marx]] - guitars, backing vocals | ||
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| + | * [[Ben Gunn]] - guitars, backing vocals | ||
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| + | * [[Craig Adams]] - bass | ||
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| + | * [[Doktor Avalanche]] - drums, percussions, keyboards | ||
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== Setlist == | == Setlist == | ||
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*[[1969]] | *[[1969]] | ||
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| + | <span><font size="4">Reviews / Press Cuttings </font></span> | ||
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| + | [[File:Lyceum-review-nov-1982.jpeg|340px|thumb|left|Scan of review]] | ||
| + | Our thanks for these to the [http://firstandlastandarchive.tumblr.com/ First And Last Archive]<br/> | ||
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| + | <span><font size="3">'''Aswad/Maximum Joy/Sisters Of Mercy'''</font></span><br/> | ||
| + | '''Lyceum'''<br/> | ||
| − | + | SISTERS OF Mercy are four in number; two guitarists, a bass player, a singer and a drum machine. <br/> | |
| + | They rumble along doing amateurish impersonations of anything from the Stooges to the Birthday Party.<br/> | ||
| − | + | All their songs sound virtually identical. It would appear to be the band’s own lack of vision and narrow <br/> | |
| + | sense of dynamics, rather than the simple limitations of a drum machine, that causes their offerings to be<br/> | ||
| + | so unimaginative.<br/> | ||
| − | + | Admittedly, they are a slight novelty. They are different from the average slick-dressed, hi-tech funktionaries <br/> | |
| − | + | that seem to occupy every support slot in London these days. I prefer the sound of the Sisters Of Mercy to the <br/> | |
| + | likes of Ultravox and all the Flocks of shitting Seagulls in the world but Sisters Of Mercy have as much sham <br/> | ||
| + | as those others have pomp. They seem keener to foster an effect, glorifying best forgotten rock myths.<br/> | ||
| − | + | This is real ham stuff. The singer dresses himself in black and sports fashionably unfashionable long hair. <br/> | |
| − | + | He wails in a grandiose monotone while pouting and posing with a degree of emotionless perfection that can <br/> | |
| − | + | only be achieved after many year’s practice with the bedroom mirror.<br/> | |
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| − | + | As if to illustrate my points, they finish their set with a shoddy version of the Stooges ‘1969’. Now I would <br/> | |
| − | the | + | have loved a zestful, sacrilegious romp but they treat the piece with such obvious reverence and awe, all <br/> |
| − | + | that emerges is a highly mannered pretence of brutality.<br/> | |
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| − | + | Good thing I told Iggy not to come. I stormed to the bar to seek the buyer of my next drink.<br/> | |
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| − | + | Maximum Joy have tightened up considerably and now have a more sparse, funkier sound than either <br/> | |
| − | + | previous glimpses or hearings of their album would suggest them to be capable of. The lazy, loping brass <br/> | |
| − | + | that used to sprawl across their material has been severely reduced and the result is generally more snappy <br/> | |
| − | + | and active.<br/> | |
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| − | + | Yet, while they appear to be enjoying themselves, there is this clogging air of worthiness hanging over them. <br/> | |
| − | + | Plus, of course, the inescapable bitter truth that they’ll never avoid being consigned to the arse-end of the <br/> | |
| − | + | sub-Pighead jazz brigade.<br/> | |
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| − | + | Realising how bored I was becoming, I once again strode barwards to seek relief for my raging thirst. <br/> | |
| − | + | Before long I was falling about in glassy-eyed delirium. I puked up, nutted a bouncer, got thrown out and <br/> | |
| + | spent the night in a nearby gutter.<br/> | ||
| − | + | I’m told Aswad were very good indeed.<br/> | |
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Revision as of 13:49, 16 May 2020
Lyceum, London, England
Also on the bill: Aswad, Maximum Joy, Zerra I
As The Sisters of Mercy had played quite a few gigs in London that year,
SOUNDS magazine reporter Winston Smith interviewed Andrew Eldritch at the venue.
A Live Bootleg from this show with an audience recording of rather good sound quality
does exist and is in circulation among the fanbase.
Band/Line-up
- Andrew Eldritch - vocals
- Gary Marx - guitars, backing vocals
- Ben Gunn - guitars, backing vocals
- Craig Adams - bass
- Doktor Avalanche - drums, percussions, keyboards
Setlist
Reviews / Press Cuttings
Our thanks for these to the First And Last Archive
Aswad/Maximum Joy/Sisters Of Mercy
Lyceum
SISTERS OF Mercy are four in number; two guitarists, a bass player, a singer and a drum machine.
They rumble along doing amateurish impersonations of anything from the Stooges to the Birthday Party.
All their songs sound virtually identical. It would appear to be the band’s own lack of vision and narrow
sense of dynamics, rather than the simple limitations of a drum machine, that causes their offerings to be
so unimaginative.
Admittedly, they are a slight novelty. They are different from the average slick-dressed, hi-tech funktionaries
that seem to occupy every support slot in London these days. I prefer the sound of the Sisters Of Mercy to the
likes of Ultravox and all the Flocks of shitting Seagulls in the world but Sisters Of Mercy have as much sham
as those others have pomp. They seem keener to foster an effect, glorifying best forgotten rock myths.
This is real ham stuff. The singer dresses himself in black and sports fashionably unfashionable long hair.
He wails in a grandiose monotone while pouting and posing with a degree of emotionless perfection that can
only be achieved after many year’s practice with the bedroom mirror.
As if to illustrate my points, they finish their set with a shoddy version of the Stooges ‘1969’. Now I would
have loved a zestful, sacrilegious romp but they treat the piece with such obvious reverence and awe, all
that emerges is a highly mannered pretence of brutality.
Good thing I told Iggy not to come. I stormed to the bar to seek the buyer of my next drink.
Maximum Joy have tightened up considerably and now have a more sparse, funkier sound than either
previous glimpses or hearings of their album would suggest them to be capable of. The lazy, loping brass
that used to sprawl across their material has been severely reduced and the result is generally more snappy
and active.
Yet, while they appear to be enjoying themselves, there is this clogging air of worthiness hanging over them.
Plus, of course, the inescapable bitter truth that they’ll never avoid being consigned to the arse-end of the
sub-Pighead jazz brigade.
Realising how bored I was becoming, I once again strode barwards to seek relief for my raging thirst.
Before long I was falling about in glassy-eyed delirium. I puked up, nutted a bouncer, got thrown out and
spent the night in a nearby gutter.
I’m told Aswad were very good indeed.
MICK SINCLAIR
