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  • Afterhours #15


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  • London Is The Place For Me / Lonely Londoners and high-life bedsit life…

    Lord Kitchener-London Is The Place For Me-calypso-Honest Jons-Afterhours Sleaze and Dignity-4A fair while ago now I came across the London Is The Place For Me compilation album – part of a series that documents the music of young black London in the 1950s and a new wave of those who had emigrated to this fair isle – all Calypso cheer in the face of adversity and Picadilly high life.

    Well, maybe…

    At a quick glance/listen it/they seem like the put-a-brave-face-on-things, quite polite and inoffensive take on the Windrush generation’s experience (especially in contrast to say Sam Selvon’s Lonely Londoners book – which is a considerably more overtly realist, unsettling reminder of lack of social welcome and cohesion back when).

    The Lonely Londoners-Samuel Selvon-Afterhours Sleaze and DignityHowever, when you actually separate the lyrics of something like Lord Kitchener’s My Landlady and its refrain of “Every Monday: Mister give me my rent” from its, well, sunkissed music and sit down and read them, they are actually quite bleak and put one in mind of a world nearer to say a pre-British New Wave film-esque utilitarian way of living:

    My landlady’s too rude, In my affair she likes to intrude… Five o’clock in the morning, the landlady is peepin’.

    Lord Kitchener-London Is The Place For Me-calypso-Honest Jons-Afterhours Sleaze and Dignity-2This is how she start, a lot of restrictions to break your heart “After ten o’clock tenants must know my front door is locked”…

    And on the wall she stick up a notice “No lady friends – not even a princess” and if you disagree, out you go immediately…

    No chair, no table, the convenience is terrible and on the other part no hot water to take a bath…

    And believe you sleep like a rabbit, a dirty sheet with half of a blanket and she has the audacity to tell me I’m living in luxury…”

    Visit The London Is The Place For Me series at the old Discogs here.

    Background on the albums and their home at Honest Jon’s here.

    Peruse them elsewhere here.

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  • Little Richard and the (non)subsuming of a rather suave transgression…

    Little Richard-Richard Wayne Penniman-1950-Afterhours Sleaze and DignityAfter I had recently read Peter Doyle’s Get Rich Quick (see Day #64/365a) and its tales of goings on during and around the Australian tour when Little Richard renounced rock’n'roll and turned to another form of transcendence via religion, I found myself searching, researching and wandering through the life and work of that particular “War Hawk”, Mr Richard Wayne Penniman.

    One of the things that’s fascinating looking back at the be-pomped Little Richard in the 1950s is just how transgressive and beyond the norm he seems even today.

    At a time when society could still be shocked to its core by a hairstyle and mode of dress, its hard to imagine how much this particular gent must have worried the “squareheads” (to quote Peter Doyle / Australian slang of the time).

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    How times have changed.

    Little Richard-Richard Wayne Penniman-1950s-Afterhours Sleaze and Dignity-2To quote a certain co-wrecker of civilisation and post-Penniman worrier of society Mr Genesis P. Orridge:

    I think something very smart happened a few years ago. There’s no need to make anything the enemy anymore.

    If you don’t make anything the enemy then you can accept it back as activity that can feed into your powerstructure – you co-opt everything and everyone.

    Not only do you not have to waste time controlling people, but you also defuse the problem and make more money. Everything could be subverted by commerce and fashion and logos.

    Little Richard-Richard Wayne Penniman-1950s-Afterhours Sleaze and Dignity-4…but co-opting Mr Penniman? I don’t think even time, the wiles of “the man” and a number of decades have fully done that.

    Peruse writings on The Quasar Of Rock here and Peter Doyle’s fiction work here.

    But really, I think I should leave the final word or two to Mr Penniman:



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  • Earls of Suave and pre-burlesque iconography that adorned platters that matter

    Earls of Suave-A Cheat Who Will Be The Next Fool 7 inch-The Flaming Stars-Thee Headcoatees-Gallon Drunk-Afterhours Sleaze and DignityBlimey, it all seems like a long time ago now that I was a-flicking through the record racks next to Camden Town tube and being intrigued by/debating a purchase or two of these particular platters.

    If you should not know, Earls of Suave were a suave, escapee Elvis, garage-esque-a-billy band that graced stages and vinyl in the early 1990s.

    Amongst their ranks they variously included a number of former and future members of Gallon Drunk, The Flaming Stars, The Stingrays, Thee Headcoats and Thee Headcoatees and could almost be considered a prototype gathering for a combo yet to arrive.

    Earls of Suave-In My Dreams 7 inch-The Flaming Stars-Thee Headcoatees-Gallon Drunk-Afterhours Sleaze and DignityThere’s something more than a little iconic about these covers – particularly A Cheat – and they may well have shared a pre-burlesque-shimmy-and-shake-revival, tumbling forward in time with the gals that grace the sleeves of the Las Vegas Grind albums (see Day #38/365a).

    Peruse a smattering of their work here and a smattering more at the old Discogs here.

    Have a goggle at some relatively rare flickerings and screaming here.


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  • Harlow and technicolor blonde simulacras…

    Harlow-1965 film Carroll Baker-Afterhours Sleaze and Dignity-4I recently perused one of the 1965 biographical films of Jean Harlow – the one with future cult and sometime John Waters favourite Carroll Baker as Ms Harlow (there were two released on the same day, with the same name back when).

    I suspect(!) it plays a little fast and loose with the facts of the story but it’s a fine piece of techicolor blonde bombshell-ness and eyecandy nonetheless

    Although made in the 1965s, it feels more like 1950s, Marilyn Monroe era glamour – putting me in mind of our own hurricane in mink, Diana Dors.

    Ms Baker looks almost more Harlow-esque than Jean Harlow herself, something of a personification of back in the day swish and silk glamour and the film seems almost like a hyper-real simulacra that had tumbled forward in time rather than something that was created in the Swinging Sixties.

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    Other places to wander:
    A Bakers Dozen via Stirred Straight Up With A Twist.
    Some background history on Ms Baker and her work via a certain greaser punk / Graham Russell here and here.

    Peruse the film here and the tale of Duelling Harlows here.


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  • Marc Almond – the doyen of dissolution…

    Marc Almond-Mother Fist-Afterhours Sleaze and Dignity

    I first heard Marc Almonds album Mother Fist and Her Five Daughters a fair few years ago now when it first was sent out (escaped?) into the world.

    I would have loved to have seen the faces of the record company executives when this chap they had signed who had hit the pop chart topspots with previous records presented a dramatic, diva-filled, late night, Spanish themed album named after the art of onanism; an album with a Jean Genet inspired pop-but-disturbing transgressive video for its “hit” single (directed by Peter “Sleazy” Christopherson of Coil and Throbbing Gristle), all accompanied by homo-erotic Cocteau-esque illustrations of sailors.

    Marc Almond-Mother Fist single-Afterhour Sleaze and DignityNot quite Top Of The Pops friendly as a project and all the better for it.

    And I suspect Afterhours may well have a fair few roots in this album and indeed the work of Marc Almond back when; for a while hisself and his work felt like Soho and heart of town neon alleyway shennanigans encapsulated and this album in particular sums up the sense and spirit of a certain late night dissoluteness which I can trace forwards to today and my own work.

    Sounds-Magazine-Filthy-Marc-Almond copyMother Fist connects to his kohl-eyed bedsit-land Soft Cell era music but it’s wandered off somewhere more… mature, sophisticated, elegant but still a body of work that plays with the theatre (and actuality?) of sleaze.

    I’m not knocking Soft Cell here, that would be fighting talk around these parts, as they’re one of those times when pop allows in something not quite normal or it has one of it’s Mutant Moments I suppose but Mother Fist was an evolution of a world and cultural view from somebody who was out to explore rather than retread.

    Marc Almond’s site is here.

    That pop-but-unsettling video to Ruby Red can be viewed here.

    Peruse the album in its various forms here.


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  • Afterhours #14


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  • The dames, dolls, world and work of Niagra

    Niagra-Detroit-Doll-Afterhours Sleaze and Dignity Niagra-Detroit-Blonde Run-Afterhours Sleaze and Dignity Well, I could well be here all day posting Niagra’s artwork, it’s fine work that mixes a very particular pop art-esque aesthetic with a noirish sensibility and…

    Well I could use the phrase femme fatale to describe the gals that inhabit her paintings and world but… I don’t think it would quite suffice. It wouldn’t capture their utter hardboiled, tough talking, (killer) high-heeled attitude.

    Niagra-Detroit-This Band Sucks-Afterhours Sleaze and Dignity Niagra-Detroit-If I Want Your Opinion-Afterhours Sleaze and Dignity

    Visit the work and world of Niagra in the ether here. The book of her work, published by 9mm books in 2005 is now out of print but can still be found. You could try here for starters.


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  • Hollywood In Kodachrome and the vessels of dreams…

    Hollywood In Kodachrome-David Wills and Stephen Schmidt-It Books-vintage Hollywood-1940s-Afterhours Sleaze and Dignity-4The book Hollywood in Kodachrome captures a point in time when film stars were presented as existing in an almost otherly human, elsewhere atmosphere than day-to-day folk (suitably, one chapter is titled When Godesses Roamed The Earth).

    Here the use of a particular film stock presents them in surreal, saturated colour (reflecting the use of vivd, sometimes beyond real Technicolor in the cinema).

    There is an almost surreal element to them and their composition; these are images from a grown-ups never-never land of flowing white satin gowns and impossible glamour.

    Hollywood In Kodachrome-David Wills and Stephen Schmidt-It Books-vintage Hollywood-1940s-Afterhours Sleaze and Dignity-2Hollywood In Kodachrome-David Wills and Stephen Schmidt-It Books-vintage Hollywood-1940s-Afterhours Sleaze and Dignity-3Of more recent photographers, who would I compare them with? Well, if Pierre et Gilles were to meet David Lachapelle in an imagined 1940s Hollywood dreamland, well, that may well be heading in the general direction.

    Hollywood In Kodachrome-David Wills and Stephen Schmidt-It Books-vintage Hollywood-1940s-Afterhours Sleaze and DignityAlthough they are taken by a variety of photographers – George Hurrell, Clarence Sinclair Bull, John Engestead, Paul Hesse, Ernest Bachrach, Bernard of Hollywood, Robert Coburn, Ray Jones, Bud Fraker, Frank Powolny and Eugene Robert Richee amongst others – there seems to be a uniformity of vision to them and the book appears nearer to a fine art photography monograph than a collection of commercial photography taken from a variety of sources.

    Quite frank lovely stuff. But a glance at one or a few of the photographs is a seductive invite or welcome to another world.

    Along which lines, from the book itself / Arthur Miller:

    Glamour, that transhuman aura or power to attract imitation, is a kind of vessel into which dreams are poured… A beautiful woman can turn heads but real glamour has a deeper pull…

    The book is curated / edited by David Wills and Stephen Schmidt, published by It Books. You can preview it here and peruse it here (which at the time of writing also has an extensive preview).


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  • Das Phantom Von Soho and an imagining/reimagining of the heart of town

    Das Phantom Von Soho-1964-Afterhours Sleaze and Dignity-3

    It’s not that Das Phantom Von Soho, hailing from Germany is 1964, is necessarily a great film but it was/is a particular reference point for Afterhours in the way that it imagined the streets and back alley joints of Soho at the time, particularly in the early part of the film.

    Das Phantom Von Soho-1964-Afterhours Sleaze and Dignity-4

    In similar way that the teenagers in Karlheinz Weinberger’s photographs could be said to have “created their own version of rock’n’roll that made you think they had only ever experienced the original source via an out of tune radio”, this was a vision of Soho two or three steps removed, a sideways glance and reimagining of its stories and mythology via representations in film, fiction and tabloid salaciousness.

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    An English translation of the background on the film courtesy of an ether robot.

    Peruse the relatively recent release of the film (and its somewhat prurient / misleading cover) here.


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