SHIT AND SHINE: CUNTS WITH ROSES
Thanks to Craig from Shit and Shine for the vinyl of "Cunts with Roses." As he explained it, they're the guys who pester you in the pub to buy over-priced single-stem roses fer yr loved ones. Dig the gold-embossed fake-bling logo and the Booty-Bass Laydeees Nite vibe:
Recorded live in rehersal, sez the sleeve...so is this canonical? (Canonical? Wha tha --??? Get a job, bub!) Okay, okay, I hear ya...fuck, but this is a sledgehammer of a record: the drums sound slappier on this one, initially at least, and the gtrs start off as a low-end rumble that throttles out into the sound of the biggest motorcycle gang you've ever heard comin' down the freeway right atcha, but they never quite arrive...this is the sound of a badarse 18-wheeler revving its tail-pipes til they shake, but it's just a Tesco delivery lorry, the driver hyped up and bummmmned out on Pseudo-ephedrine and pork-pies, yelling at a commercial salesman who's driving too slow on the A37 in an Audi...some nice creative use of guerilla EQ'ing and FX intervention here, as frequencies get filtered out and back in faster'n a MES bout of live-set 'knob-twiddling'...this is all about the glory of repetition, 'natch, about how sound recontextuarises itself in yr noggin after continual replays...Shit and Shine know how to work a Rawk riff to death, grind it down and de-sexualise it until it loses the bump n grind of Trad Rock and becomes more like the soundtrack to the ashen aftermath of some awful coke n porn binge, where extended bouts of Motley Crue style excess lead to some sort of existential hinterland, an emotional limbo where the participant can no longer feel anything...addressed in those terms, the cover therefore becomes ironic.
Or maybe Shit and Shine just like playing pitylessly loud Post-Sabbaff riffs until their hands blister. Either way works for me.
But what's totally great about the vinyl version is that you just flip it over, and it just starts up all over again. Genius.
The version on Side Two occasionally features what sounds like cow noises and random shouted abuse, but here the rampaging biker gang become a solitary hoodie on a 49cc Yammy...towards the end, the layers of scraping, gnarly gtr and FX murk fall away and the record hits a locked outro-groove that leaves the drums playing perfectly in time w/ each other off into infinity and the haze of forever, hinting at the ecstatic trascendence of other drum-circles like Boredoms...suggesting that there is another way of being, that to escape the relentless, grinding nothingness of the post-millennial Blairscape means moving deep within ourselves, then binding with others and losing ourselves in the heat and energy of the Eternal Moment. Or something or other.
Bullshit aside, Shit and Shine were a blast at Supersonic 07:
Home-made Quality Street tin electronics abuse:
At points the drums went slightly out of sync w/ each other (one of the problems of running a multi-drum set-up), but then they'd re-allign and the music would surge forward again, taking my brain w/ it. They played one shortish sludgy kinda slower thing that had, I thought, a kinda 80s Post-Industrial vibe (like 400 blows with rockets up their arses) with some spoken word stuff that I didn't quite catch. I asked Craig what the tunes were called and he said:
"FIRST ONE IS CALLED: 'KEK, WHY DO YOU LIVE IN YEOVIL?' THE SECOND IS CALLED: 'SHOP AT TESCO AND GOD WILL REWARD YOU'..." LOL! "NO, NOT REALLY. THEY DONT HAVE NAMES YET."
When I mentioned that parts of "Cunts with Roses" seemed to be infested by a motorcycle gang, he said: "HMMMM...REVVING MOTORCYCLE? THATS ALL IN YOUR HEAD! THATS THE BEAUTY OF SHIT AND SHINE AND THE REPITITION. YOUR MIND STARTS TO PLAY TRICKS AND CREATE ITS OWN IDEA OF WHAT IS COMING THROUGH. WHEN WE PLAY SHOWS, AFTERWORDS ITS ALWAYS LIKE - "DID YOU HEAR THOSE CHILDREN SINGING??" - "NO, BUT I HEARD A DINOSAUR
BEING ATTACKED BY FIGHTER JETS DIDNT YOU??" HAAA HAAA!"
No, Craig really does talk in Upper-case. LOL!
Anyhow, there's a short clip from Supersonic 07 here (love the way the lo-res audio of the camera used to shoot 'em accidentally make them sound like a bunch of fractured metal ants...down the front they sounded nothing like that at all, or maybe I've gone deaf...):