jon purdon wrote:
What odds on getting 'Sunrise' as dusk falls upon Hyde Park ? Could someone post up the James Brown review of G-Mex '88 (Nme) ? Cheers.
"read my fookin' lips you shower of cockney wankers, move back"
NME 7/01/89
New Order
Greater Manchester Exhibition Centre
Come and join the BARNEY ARMY
The crash-free 125 that cuts it's steely way through the black heart of England towards Manchester Picadilly is over-loaded with soldiers. An army on leave, they clot the exits, passages and seats, resting on kitbags, draining McEwans, reading the Gunner, dozing, and jumping when nudged. They are accompanied down the track by the infantry of another force, armed with wild eyed stares, walkmans, lager, and intent on dodging the fare.. They are The Barney Army, bent on getting "Shellshocked". Her Majesty's boys are returning to their wives, parents and children, so the BA want to see their wife and child. However, their family is the musical brilliance of New Order, which is very special because (like the doomed conscript in "Love Vigilantes") it might be the only family they've got. Outside the G-Mex Centre the Barney Army are laying down their litres of vodka, treading the turd-like ticket touts underfoot, and hurrying through the crocodile queues to get into the former train station where Happy Mondays are already exploding like limpet mines under ice. Having been on (one) stage since the doors were even opened the Mondays are at full throttle by the time they've got an audience. Strafing us with a set of ack-acne riddled tales disturbed by drug consumption, Shaun Ryder is clearly a white swan and Bez his mindwarped duckling. Unfortunately the early start also means an early end so before we can even get a complete Bumming or decently distracted from the stench of burning hamburger meat, Happy Mondays piss off into what probably used to be a complaints or ticket office. ACR should probably have stayed in the left luggage department. Someone announces Manchester 7 London 0 which sweems a strange attitude to have when you've recently left Factory for the larger wads of A&M and your war reporter immediately heads off to a different front. Better fun is to be had in the VPI (Very Pretentious Idiots) Lounge where a host of not really very pretentious nor idiotic celebs, liggers, quaffers, scoffers, singers, journalists, musos and Factory workers arwe checking out the width of each others wallets, the length of each others legs and the depth of each others beers. (tbc)