Friday, 20 June 2014

From the Vagenda archives: 'YOUR BODY IS A BATTLEGROUND: The Breyer P-Orridge Pandrogyne and the Re-conditioning of Gender Stereotypes'





YOUR BODY IS A BATTLEGROUND: The Breyer P-Orridge Pandrogyne and the Re-conditioning of Gender Stereotypes

In my first article for the Vagenda [in January 2012), I looked at how gender and ideas of tribal femininity were used by the band The Slits to produce a variation on punk rock that was as free and loose as their revision of previous models of how women making music should behave. However, it was ultimately argued that although The Slits were of instrumental importance in the emancipation of musicians that happened to be women[1] and to perceptions of their efforts made by both music fans and peers alike, women in music nonetheless continue to be defined and their creative output so often validated, primarily through their gender in a way that men are not.

Therefore, in order to further clarify my position on both this matter, as well as amidst my esteemed Vagenda collaborators and their opinions on the relationship between women and perpetuating ideals of ‘culture’, I would like to now explore the work of a different artist. The figure in question has explored gender in an extremely physical and terrifyingly brave way through forms of bodily alteration and genetic experimentation in order to break down notions of social conditioning and prescribed ideas about social and sexual behaviour informed by outmoded, yet prevailing, gender stereotypes. When propagated ideas of identity have become a prescribed set of formulae based on ghastly visions of accepted normal behaviour for the sexes, when widespread assumptions based on vacuum-packed models of gender and the body becomes, to quote Barbara Kruger’s 1989 collage, ‘a battleground’, Genesis Breyer P-Orridge has made human genetics and biology the terrain for the fight.

P-Orridge is perhaps best known as the founding pioneer of Industrial music and core member of the genre’s ground-breaking collective, Throbbing Gristle. With members Chris Carter, Peter ‘Sleazy’ Christopherson and Cosey Fanni Tutti, the curiously-monikered oat enthusiast (no, seriously) P-Orridge was responsible for producing some of the earliest examples of synthesised electronica and noise music. The group’s sonic experiments were more like art projects using music than music per se, the quartet manipulating ideas of music itself, but also its industry and the structure of ‘the rock band’ as a medium like any other. Throbbing Gristle sought to create a ‘metabolic music’ drawing on the experiential engagement at the heart of Andy Warhol’s inter-media show ‘the Exploding Plastic Inevitable’, in which he collaborated with The Velvet Underground. The Exploding Plastic Inevitable, or EPI, was a travelling music, light and dance extravaganza defined by, ironically, a hurly-whirly mess of indefinable, kaleidoscopic elements, namely movie projections, flickering lights, sirens and found sounds, and, of course, live jams from the Velvets themselves. The EPI sought to collapse the barrier between the performer and the spectator, the participator and the passive audience member.

It is this that P-Orridge has consistently brought to projects as diverse as Throbbing Gristle (and prior formation, controversial performance art group, ‘COUM Transmissions’), pop group Psychic TV (which played on the idea of a musical cult), and, more recently, Thee Majesty and P-Orridge’s independent artwork.

Following on from a formidable career in the underground music scenes, in the 1990s, P-Orridge, with partner Lady Jaye Breyer, created an artistic being called the Breyer P-Orridge ‘pandrogyne’ through which, by altering their personal appearances to resemble one another, sought to create a third sex. P-Orridge and Breyer not only dressed like one another through matching outfits and hair styles, but underwent extensive cosmetic surgery and hormone injections to assimilate themselves into a single entity. Through the pandrogyne, P-Orridge has abdicated the use of the ‘he’ pronoun form and is now to be understood through the ‘s/he’ or h/er’ format, the forward slash both a grammatical rupture and yet the boundary at which the two genders meet and dissolve one another’s absolutism. Rather than operating like the Freudian doppelganger as a means to underline the presence of the (singular) ego through repetition, the Breyer P-Orridge pandrogyne acknowledges the split but attempts reconciliation through the twinship of these two separate individuals in a completely new being.



Lady Jayer Breyer and Genesis P-Orridge: The Breyer P-Orridge Pandrogyne
(Image: http://www.letoilemagazine.com/2012/04/06/letalk-genesis-p-orridge/)

I should probably highlight the fact that the pandrogyne was obviously not conceived of as a tool of Feminist critique or, more broadly, as an idea with which to counter female representation in the media. However, I feel that that which propelled its establishment – essentially an unwillingness to fall subject to expected standards – are certainly comparable to the concerns of the Vagenda and of myself. 

It’s a fascinating concept, and one that, in spite of Lady Jaye’s unfortunate death in 2007, P-Orridge continues to embody today. P-Orridge has always demonstrated a heightened sensitivity to the idea of social behaviour and concepts of identity as highly conditioned, and even ‘engineered’, oppressive constructs. If this all smacks a little of L. Ron Hubbard’s Dianetics dogma, there’s no need to worry. The concept of ‘de-conditioning’ and ‘re-auditing’ is indeed an central component within both Scientology and Pandrogeny, only P-Orridge’s idea seeks to re-engineer an idea of behavioural identity through  a kind of human genetic collage between consenting individuals rather than demand spiritual funding in the form of gross monetary donations from members. P-Orridge has never suggested that pandrogeny is a belief to which all humankind should submit, especially since it is, fundamentally, based on a romance, on h/er relationship with Lady Jaye. It just so happens that the pandrogyne makes for a brave and fearless example in the quest for continual change and evolution touted by P-Orridge as a form of rebellion against prescribed standards, in not only cultural and musical spheres but in society more generally.

P-Orridge’s life and work have, in a sense, become the same thing through the fulfilment of the pandrogyne. Furthermore, through the establishment of this third sex, even as an idea, it becomes less straightforward for gender to become a stricture or label on artistic creativity and on everyday life. I don’t mean to say the pandrogyne is the answer to all problems regarding gender inequality since it encourages the merging of two sexes rather than their rightful democratisation. However, I do feel that it makes for a mighty call-to-arms against the ‘supposed-to’ attitudes of society, their benefactors and their terrible modes of transmission that inundate the media today.


Recommended reading:

Breyer-Porridge. ‘Pandrogeny - An Attitude Discussed’, 2010, http://www.genesisbreyerporridge.com/pandrogyne.html And in fact, any of the texts credited to P-Orridge and the Breyer P-Orridge Pandrpogyne are worth a look, especially for the unorthodox pronoun formats and other curious verbal idiosyncrasies

Ford, S. Wreckers of Civilisation: The Story of Coum Transmissions & Throbbing Gristle, London: Black Dog, 1999

P-Orridge, G. Painful But Fabulous: The Lives and Art of Genesis P-Orridge, New York: Soft Skull Shortwave (Soft Skull Press), 2002

Walker, J. A. ‘COUM Transmissions to Psychic TV (1987)’, orig. in Cross-overs: Art into Pop, Pop into Art, accessed online on 19/05/11 & 03/09/2011 at art design cafĂ©: http://www.artdesigncafe.com/COUM-Transmissions-Psychic-TV








[1] This italicised term is offered as an alternative to the frankly to the deplorable rubric ‘women (or female) musicians to which it is rarely, if ever, considered necessary to use the masculine counterpart when referring to male artists.

Tuesday, 17 June 2014

TRASH CAM: Frankie Teardrop at BSTV Episode # 1, 29/05/14 at the New Cross Inn

















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All photographs: Kate Trash

Tuesday, 10 June 2014

TRASH CAM: Montague Black at BSTV Episode # 1, 29/05/14 at the New Cross Inn
















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Tuesday, 3 June 2014

TRASH CAM: Thom Bowden Band at BSTV Episode # 1, 29/05/14 at the New Cross Inn


Thom Bowden Band kicked off BSTV's launch night at the New Cross Inn on Thursday 29th May 2014 in spectacular style.

The band's music has been described as "Crunchy, old school rock material that will light a fire under you" by thedada.com as well as received air-play and plaudits from the likes of Huw Stephens (BBC 6 Music), John Kennedy (XFM) as well as Charlie Ashcroft and Aaron Philips (Amazing Radio).


























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Thursday, 22 May 2014

REVIEW: Montague Black, Meat on the Bone

Album artwork by Alice Woodroffe


Montague Black, Meat on the Bone, 2014

1. Meat on the Bone
2. Country Girl
3. Lancelot

From the very outset to Meat on the Bone, Montague Black presents itself as a highly capable outfit. The opening sequence of guitars, bass and saxophones acts as a kind of fanfare for the rest of the EP and also sets the benchmark for quality on this recording, wherein all the instruments manage to retain an excellent level of clarity, as well as the lead vocals themselves.

Although the term ‘skronk’ has been thrown around by promoters in descriptions of the band – though not by the band itself – these three songs demonstrate a remarkable level of control and conviction, asserting the highly attuned abilities of Montague Black’s members, not to mention their intuitive assembly on record (and on stage: see my review of their Power Lunches gig below).

The EP’s title track, ‘Meat on the Bone’ truly is a rallying statement of intent, and is reminiscent of the opening of ‘I Can’t Stand Myself’ by James Chance and the Contortions. The song is structured by strong instrumental passages that allow every instrument its moment of prescience, interspersed with a trademark crooning vocal delivery. The track stops pretty abruptly following a wonderful see-sawing instrumental part, and the cut-off feels a little too sharp given the way that the rest of the music is allowed to unravel effortlessly.

However, the eerie guitar tones of ‘Country Girl’ then creep in before giving way to some truly dissonant guitar textures. Layers of instruments slowly enter the mix in the form of drums and various forms of percussion, which lend the introduction a sparse, vaguely tribal No Wave quality and frame the vocal delivery. When the rest of the ensemble seamlessly enter the song at about a minute in, it is a hugely satisfying moment. This is namely because, with such a complex set-up of vocals, two guitars, bass, keyboard, two saxophones, and various modes of percussion, it could be all too easy for something to get lost in the recording. However, as clever as the band is at avoiding it live, it is reassuring to hear it similarly transpire on record. The keyboards are especially funky and dance in and out of the guitar and bass parts, and the overture of saxophones succeed in adding extra muscle to the meat on the bone.


‘Lancelot’ is probably the most straightforward song on the EP, and seems to be framed more by the lyrics than the music, at least in comparison to the other two tracks. The guitar freak-out at about two and a half minutes in however, is a very welcome interlude, and is quickly followed by a discordant saxophone shriek that cuts through the layers of sound temporarily before surrendering to the rich, heavy bass line. When the vocals stutter and shriek abstractly against the washes of sound that finish the song and the record, the EP ends on nothing less than a brilliant final note and a fitting accumulation of Montague Black’s marriage of raw dissonant tones and controlled, highly skilled musicianship.


Tuesday, 20 May 2014

Trash Cam: Cam Cole at Roadtrip & the Workshop, 09/05/14










All photographs: Kate Trash for BSTV

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Tuesday, 13 May 2014

REVIEW: Cam Cole, Contribute

Cover photo: Ken Odibe

Cam Cole, Contribute, 2014

For anyone familiar with the Camden gig circuit – or indeed anyone prone to lurking around the West End of an afternoon or evening – you may have already seen Cam Cole in action, whether as frontman of previous band, Cameron Cole & the RS, or as London’s busking, ‘dancing guitarist’. Born in the south of England before moving to Jersey aged 13, Cam moved to London when he was 19 where he cut his teeth playing alongside several experienced jam musicians in Cameron Cole & the RS. A bootleg CD and a stack of gigs later and the RS went its separate ways, but despite haemorrhaging band members – and, indeed, letters in his name – this solo debut loses nothing of the rebellious blues spirit and energy that has always defined Cam Cole’s song writing and performances.

I should say from the off that Contribute is mightily impressive as a piece of work before we even press play because Cam himself is responsible for near enough everything on the album. Bar a bit of drumming on ‘Some Blues’, all the music is played by Cam and he is responsible for all the songs too, as well as the recording of the material.

When it comes to his ‘contribution’ to the album, this is a one-man effort, a true testament to his devoted busking schedule which sees him playing to the public from Bankside to Leicester Square. However, forget images of Dick Van Dyke with his dodgy cockney accents, Step In Time harmonicas and snare drums rigged up to ankles, this is a updated arrangement, albeit a very DIY one, where Cam’s trusty jumble sale guitar is fed into an amp along with some foot pedals housed in a customized vintage suitcase.

I only mention this set-up in so far as it directly feeds into the music on this fourteen-track album, which the musician claims was a result of the development of his solo busking routine. Furthermore, it goes a long way to explaining the bloody single-mindedness of the content’s execution, and you get the sense that a number of the finished guitar parts were live takes, such is the energy of their raw, ‘live’ quality. Sure, the recording is a little rough around the edges, but that’s almost the point.

‘Evolution’ kicks the album off in a suitably punk vein, although the stuttered vocals are a step away from earlier incarnations of this song – both live and on the aforementioned bootleg – and the almost ‘radio broadcast’ quality of their delivery sets the tone for the rest of the album. Effectively this is a song about brains over brawn, but the execution is so damn physical that it’s exhausting just listening to it.

‘Truth Be Told’ saunters the album into blues shuffle territory, though not without certain psychedelic guitar moments, a bit like a young White Stripes on the ears. There are echoes of this in subsequent songs like ‘Some Blues’ and ‘So Tired’, both of which pay respect to Cam’s musical infatuations, the former of which has a bit of a jazz lounge quality to it. In a good way. ‘Stronger’ on the other hand, along with ‘Oh You’ and ‘Angel’, offer us a glimpse into a considerably more pop, though by no means One Direction-style, Cam Cole, but their placement can feel a little at odds with the tracks around them. ‘Stronger’ does however sustain one of the key lyrical themes of the album, that of personal strength and empowerment, which ‘Mirror Mirror’ and ‘So Tired’ also reference. In case you weren’t fully aware that Cam is a one-man army (opposed to a Seven Nation one), he’s sure as hell going to keep reminding you.

The pace doesn’t let up in ‘The Doctor’ which sees the guitar practically roaring out of the speakers like a Sonics song, but ‘Angry’ on the other hand, and ironically, structures itself around simple blues riffs interspersed with more acoustic breakdowns which perhaps pay homage to the musician’s love of Fleetwood Mac.

‘Tyler Durden’ too is a real celebration of Cam’s musicianship, especially his guitar wizardry, which is amazingly skilled and even more impressive for its dexterity and ability to shift from full-throttle rock to elegant blues and then to softer acoustica, all on the same album.

Sometimes, it feels like there is a little bit too much going on in terms of the territory that Cam manages to cover on this record. However, this is less of a criticism and more of a comment on Cam’s unwillingness to get stuck in a single genre or way of playing. Ultimately this is a really fabulous accomplishment and an ideal calling card for Cam Cole and his audiences, both paying and ‘just passing by’.


To hear more from Cam Cole, check out the interview conducted with him last month via BSTV’ YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u7DbpJKyTLU