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== 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]] of this show does exist and is in circulation  [https://www.myheartland.co.uk/ among the fanbase].<br/>
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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==
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* [[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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[[Image:Ad Lyceum 1982 11 28.jpg|right|thumb|445px|Old press avert for the gig]]
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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]]
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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/>
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'''Lyceum'''<br/>
  
== Reviews / Press Cuttings ==
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SISTERS OF Mercy are four in number; two guitarists, a bass player, a singer and a drum machine. <br/>
 
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They rumble along doing amateurish impersonations of anything from the Stooges to the Birthday Party.<br/>
[[File:Lyceum-review-nov-1982.jpeg|300px|thumb|right|scan of review]]
 
 
 
===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
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All their songs sound virtually identical. It would appear to be the band’s own lack of vision and narrow <br/>
and sports fashionably unfashionable long hair. He
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sense of dynamics, rather than the simple limitations of a drum machine, that causes their offerings to be<br/>
wails in a grandiose monotone while pouting and posing with a
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so unimaginative.<br/>
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
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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Admittedly, they are a slight novelty. They are different from the average slick-dressed, hi-tech funktionaries <br/>
shoddy version of the Stooges ‘1969’. Now I would have loved
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that seem to occupy every support slot in London these days. I prefer the sound of the Sisters Of Mercy to the <br/>
a zestful, sacrilegious romp but they treat the piece with such
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likes of Ultravox and all the Flocks of shitting Seagulls in the world but Sisters Of Mercy have as much sham <br/>
obvious reverence and awe, all that emerges is a highly
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as those others have pomp. They seem keener to foster an effect, glorifying best forgotten rock myths.<br/>
mannered pretence of brutality.
 
  
Good thing I told Iggy not to come. I stormed to the bar to
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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; This is real ham stuff. The singer dresses himself in black and sports fashionably unfashionable long hair. <br/>
seek the buyer of my next drink.
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He wails in a grandiose monotone while pouting and posing with a degree of emotionless perfection that can <br/>
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only be achieved after many year’s practice with the bedroom mirror.<br/>
  
Maximum Joy have tightened up considerably and now have
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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; As if to illustrate my points, they finish their set with a shoddy version of the Stooges ‘1969’. Now I would <br/>
a more sparse, funkier sound than either previous glimpses or
+
have loved a zestful, sacrilegious romp but they treat the piece with such obvious reverence and awe, all <br/>
hearings of their album would suggest them to be capable of.
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that emerges is a highly mannered pretence of brutality.<br/>
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
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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Good thing I told Iggy not to come. I stormed to the bar to seek the buyer of my next drink.<br/>
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
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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Maximum Joy have tightened up considerably and now have a more sparse, funkier sound than either <br/>
barwards to seek relief for my raging thirst. Before long I was
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previous glimpses or hearings of their album would suggest them to be capable of. The lazy, loping brass <br/>
falling about in glassy-eyed delirium. I puked up, nutted a
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that used to sprawl across their material has been severely reduced and the result is generally more snappy <br/>
bouncer, got thrown out and spent the night in a nearby
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and active.<br/>
gutter.
 
  
I’m told Aswad were very good indeed.
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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Yet, while they appear to be enjoying themselves, there is this clogging air of worthiness hanging over them. <br/>
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Plus, of course, the inescapable bitter truth that they’ll never avoid being consigned to the arse-end of the <br/>
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sub-Pighead jazz brigade.<br/>
  
MICK SINCLAIR
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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Realising how bored I was becoming, I once again strode barwards to seek relief for my raging thirst. <br/>
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Before long I was falling about in glassy-eyed delirium. I puked up, nutted a bouncer, got thrown out and <br/>
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spent the night in a nearby gutter.<br/>
  
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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I’m told Aswad were very good indeed.<br/>
  
<br/>
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'''MICK SINCLAIR'''<br/>
 
<br/>
 
<br/>

Latest revision as of 14:45, 2 July 2023

Interview with Andrew Eldritch at the venue by Winston Smith for SOUNDS magazine - still video - * many thanks to the uploader

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

Old press avert for the gig


Setlist



Reviews / Press Cuttings


Scan of review

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