Sweet_Lara
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A toast, on both coasts (of America)
Remembering Buzzcocks Front Man Pete Shelley
article author- Zachary Lipez
Pete Shelley invented a lovelorn and conversational poetry driven by slashing guitar music as unshakably catching as any of cupid’s arrows ever were. If Richard Hell was Baudelaire and Patti Smith was, well, Patti Smith, then Pete Shelley was Frank O’Hara, always in love with love, a sophisticate in his underwear, plus treble. And if maybe some of Shelley’s [cough] descendants took “all those stains on your jeans” from Buzzcocks’ first single, 1977’s “Orgasm Addict,” a bit too much as a career lyrical template, what’s more tragic/romantic than unintended consequence.
In much the same way that Motörhead was beloved by punks and metalheads alike, Pete Shelley existed as a bridge across genre and subculture. He was, being openly bisexual, a queer icon who’s ’80s electro-pop was eccentric and brilliant (1981’s “Homosapien” is particularly an LGBTQ standard, and, my personal favorite, 1986’s “On Your Own (New York Mix)” still gets plays at NYC after-hours clubs), while also writing aggro-punkers “hard” enough to be covered by everyone from posi-hardcore kick-flippers Gorilla Biscuits to scum-rockers the Lunachicks. From the start, Buzzcocks were both early innovators in DIY (self-releasing their first EP, Spiral Scratch) and, with playing Rock Against Racism shows, early adopters of the nascent and necessary anti-fascism movement in the punk underground.
After reuniting in 1989, Buzzcocks would tour with grunge acts and do Warped Tour and Punk Rock Bowling, but none of it ever felt like a cash grab.
https://www.vulture.com/2018/12/rem...8.1015953050.1544229993-1426468710.1544229993
hmmm,
what is all this, then ? *explores*
(My toes are cold.)
ok
I can hear why they nabbed him.
Jay-Z Rees-Mogg - 48 Letters (But the Bitch Ain't Gone
(oh, toffee nose and rapper prose)