Σάββατο, 21 Απριλίου 2007

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Chances are that you won't remember post-punk band Scars. Their moment in the sun was both tragically and gloriously brief. They stormed out of Edinburgh in the early 1980s possessed of equal parts glam audacity, art-rock solemnity and futuristic zeal. They were roundly hailed as the next great white musical hope. Two Peel sessions and a handful of music-paper covers later, they vanished in a fog of egotism and unhealthy appetites. But not before they delivered their one and only album, 1981's maddeningly beautiful Author! Author!
In the intervening years, Scars have been effectively forgotten. Years ago, Mark E Smith namechecked them as his favourite band ("because they were the complete opposite of the Fall"), and more recently, Lemon Jelly briefly raised Scars' profile by sampling them on their '64-'95 album. But despite guitarist Paul Research's sterling efforts to keep the name alive on his Scars website, the band appeared to be permanently consigned to the dustbin of history. Even in Simon Reynolds' encyclopaedic post-punk history, Rip it Up & Start Again, they merit only the most fleeting of mentions. Meanwhile, down the last 25 years, every other once-forgotten band of their era has been either endlessly repackaged and/or critically rehabilitated to enable them to enjoy an extension on their fifteen minutes. Even the very worst of the fag-end punk bands (The Lurkers, Chelsea, Slaughter and the Dogs) have been kept on life-support by virtue of their appearance on a thousand and one dodgy service-station compilations. Music monthlies can be relied upon to remind us all of the greatness of cult artists (John Cooper-Clarke, Vic Godard, Penetration's Pauline Murray) who might have accidentally slipped off the radar. Most recently, Castle's CD86 compilation plucked the likes of Darling Buds, Revolving Paint Dream and 14 Iced Bears from the kind of shambling obscurity that most would agree was their deserved fate. As for Scars, their fate has hardly been helped by the convoluted copyright situation that has held up the reissue of Author! Author! for all these years. Now that it's finally out and sounding as edgy and lovely as it always did, maybe the band can finally enjoy some of the critical and commercial acclaim that has long been denied them. If that should come to pass, then this will surely establish them as the Last Great Lost Band to come to our attention. Unless, that is, you readers have any better ideas. Word of warning: the likes of Bram Tchaikovsky, Toad the Wet Sprocket, Stump, Cock Sparrer and Bum Gravy will automatically be disqualified on the grounds that the dustbin of history is exactly where these bands belong.
"I saw Scars live many a time, me and assorted Edinburgh hipsters. They were harder, haughtier, faster and furiouser live than on the album, a quite different sort of beauty. They wore painted nails and high heels, screamed and pouted. They had nerve and guts and the greatest tunes. They were aggressive and daft and passionate. Much of Scotland expressed its love of this kind of caper in time-honoured fashion (as you'll imagine) by raining lit cigarettes and beer bottles upon the heads of its heroes. You don?t stand on stage in a feather boa, screaming at the top of your lungs without being asked to account for yourself. More than one gig had to be cut short as a result. Another was stopped after the first chord, when Paul Research accidentally snapped his guitar in half. They were Edinburgh's soundtrack, them and, a bit later, the Fire Engines and Josef K. Never taken as seriously as they deserved, them Scars boys. Thanks for bringing them to everyone's attention, Jon. Grand."
από blog της guardian -και ένα σχόλιο. οι scars κυκλοφορούν για πρώτη φορά σε cd το author! author! με έξτρα κομμάτια και στα αγγλικά blog γίνεται λαϊκό προσκύνημα.
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