Apologies to Loki
, but I couldn't resist this:
A poster done on a dot-matrix printer
: how cool is that?
Designer's Republic watch out.
Techno Tyrant DJ Alan Flint
: Flinty never quite lived that one down; people were calling him Techno Tyrant for months afterwards, as in: "Oi, Techno Tyrant, fancy another pint...?"
in the area. Nice one: sorted, matey." Sorry for the blatant nostalgia-fest, folks, but here's a selection of homemade/inkjet/photocopied Eddson
party-fliers from that era:
The Montecute Tower Party
was the first one, I think. Our Cru didn't even have a name at that point: but, basically, we decided to have party where we could burn an effigy of Guru Josh
(ostensibly for crimes against music, and against us in particular) and it snowballed out from that. Our loathing for Guru Josh
was a result of attending the Baby Ford
party hosted by Decadence
The Decadence and Synergy/Shamen Sound System parties (not to mention Tribal Dance in Bath) were as big an influence on us as Punk Rock. We lived in a small town and were bored, so we thought: why the hell not? None of us could DJ or nuffink, so Flinty was officially nominated Techno Tyrant; everybody else mucked in on lights, smoke machines, ticket design, flyposting, handing out fliers, etc: it was a Kollective in the truest sense of the word. And it worked: first party, we got 400 through the door in a small rural market-town. Other people, it appeared, were as bored as we were.
Profits were pumped back into other endeavours, and not just parties; some, like The Eddson Brainaway Project
are almost too ridiculous to relate (though I'm sure I will one day...) Within months, we were performing live remixes of tracks during our parties, using tapes, samples and synths; we built sculptures and made backdrops and abstract paintings. We had the best lighting gear in the area. Money was made and donated to charities like Amnesty. Like all great things, it eventually imploded, but by the end we were using PCs linked to video-projectors to generate fractals, and making Ray-Traced posters the size of a house. At one point we were seriously discussing setting up a Pirate TV-station because we had the money and the technical know-how as well as potential access to some (nudge-nudge) kit. In the end, we downsized and settled for a radio station.
For a while, at least, it seemed as if anything was possible. And, of course, when you think about it, it is.
At its height, there must have been a dozen or more members in the Eddson Posse
; we had printed membership cards and everything. A few months after it fizzled out, Tim Goldsworthy
(brother of Dave) moved to Oxford with his parents and met a guy called James Lavelle. Together, they set up a label called Mo' Wax and the rest, as they say, is history.
These days, Timmo is one half of the DFA Records production Crew in New York, so the spirit of Eddson, in essence, still lives on.