Status: Single
City: Camden Town, London
Country: UK
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Tuesday, October 27, 2009
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PRESS STATEMENT - TUESDAY 27th OCTOBER 2009
London rock band Subterraneans are
calling on artists, labels and music fans to boycott HMV’s digital
download services, after HMV got the track running order of the band’s
Soul Mass Transit album wrong.
This is not a question of sour grapes, or indeed a trivial matter.
“This
is one more example of just how devalued artists are today,” said
vocalist and songwriter Jude Rawlins, “The irony is that the illegal
download sites would never ever have made such an inexcusable mistake.
It is not okay for stores to change the running order of albums, any
more than it’s okay for the BBC to jumble up the scenes of a movie, or
for an art gallery to hang a painting upside down. Other download
stores can get it right, why not HMV?”
He continued, “Artists
feel powerless and abused by stuff like this. There’s a whole world of
work and effort that goes into creating the music. The digital sites
pay next to nothing for their content, the least they can do is have
some respect for it. It’s not enough that they correct it after the
fact. They have committed vandalism, and they should be penalised for
it.”
Subterraneans have instructed their record company, Cadiz, to remove all of their catalogue from HMV as soon as possible.
This
is the second time in a week that Subterraneans have issued a complaint
against HMV. A few days ago the band discovered that DRM licences for
tracks downloaded from HMV up until DRM was removed earlier this year
would not be renewed, meaning that anyone who had purchased a track
from HMV in WMA format before April 2009 would have to purchase the
track again, as their current WMA files would cease working. On this
the band had the following to say:
"Is it any wonder that people
are turning to file sharing and illegal download sites, when it turns
out that the legitimate purchase of digital music does not guarantee
their consumer rights? If you buy music, in any format, what you're
actually buying is the right to listen to it as you see fit. Musicans
and artists are trying their hardest to rise to the challenges that we
all face due to the digital revolution, and HMV and iTunes are just
making it worse and worse with their ridiculous format wars. The
digital format is DRM-free 320kbps MP3. If its anything else, don't buy
it."
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Tuesday, October 06, 2009
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Just posted "Lights" which we recorded at Elderfield Studios recently. It is the opening track from the new album. The album still isn't finished, and I can't say for sure when it will be, but as so many of you have taken an interest (yeah, right) I thought I'd at least post some proof that we're actually doing it, it is getting done, and it is on its way, and we haven't just absconded with the proceeds...
'Til then, check out Dot Allison's new album Room Seven and a Half. Its, quite simply, a masterpiece.
Cheers ears.
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Wednesday, September 23, 2009
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Current mood:  discontent
Reality check time, folks.
I saw an episode of The Apprentice t'other day. The entire premise of this series pivots on the notion that I should be impressed by Alan Sugar. I am not.
Alan Sugar presides over a business empire worth an estimated 700million quid. Despite this, he goes to work everyday and wears a cheap suit. Perhaps its an expensive suit, but on him it looks cheap.
If I was worth 700million quid, I would not be sat in an office wearing a suit. I'd be Paul McCartney. (By the way, Paul McCartney is about the most radical, diverse and interesting pop star out there right now, what does that tell you?)
Alan Sugar is a waste of time. A waste of space. A waste of energy. A waste of a cheap suit. He doesn't HAVE to do it at all. He's rich. That means he's just PLAYING. He's taking the piss. Fuck Alan Sugar, piss-taking waster suit-wearing playboy arsehole. Fuck The Apprentice, the losers that are on it, and the sad buggers that watch it, including me (once, and only once).
Get real. Get rid of this homogenised shit. Stop eating out of plastic. Fall in love, get your fragile little hearts broken, live your fucking lives a bit before its too late. And - most importantly of all - fuck Alan Sugar. He's the scumbag that ruined Sinclair, after all.
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Sunday, July 26, 2009
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Current mood:  accomplished
Apparently there are 8 million music profiles on MySpace. What a sobering thought. What a completely pointless thing this is.
NME, BBC, RTE, ABC... If only I could be bothered with the media... But I can't even feign interest. Don't give a shit. Never have. Sorry.
I'm far too busy being alive to worry about being famous.
The bane of my existence for the last 22 years has been my unwillingness/inability to "play the game" re the media, and now I'm probably to old to change. Plus I still don't give a shit.
I'd like to take this opportunity to apologise to all of my publicists, past and present, most of whom were/are wonderful, decent people, and all of whom struggled bravely against my overwhelming indifference. I am grateful, and I know it's not you it's me: Lynne Franks, Ted Foster (the guv'ner), Debbie Bennett and Mariella Frostrup, Jane Lindsey (Gawd bless the shoeless wonder! Smashing!), Judy Totton, Philip Hall (RIP), Glenn Wilson @ Outlet, Billy Keane, Tora March...
I've worked with, and flabberghasted, some of the very best.
I used to read Sounds, back in the day. Occasionally Melody Maker. I thought the NME was written by wankers, and aimed at wankers. Steve Sutherland was the biggest wanker of all, so I wasn't surprised when they made him editor. Staying out of the pages of that shit-rag was a matter of honour for me.
Similarly, despite the wondrous radio support of John Peel, Annie Nightingale and Janice Long, my relationship with the BBC foundered early on when faced with Simon Mayo.
From a very early age I was used to seeing my name in print. It never seemed to change anything, and the novelty wore off when I regularly got shit in the streets of my hometown for being "that c*** who is always in the paper". Indeed, I was violently attacked on no less than three occasions for the passionate feelings that the words "lead singer Jude Rawlins" would arouse in the local rednecks.
Factor in the fact that I also hate making videos. I thought MTV and Top of the Pops were embarrassing, the height of pompous Thatcherite corporate bullshit. But, moreover, I felt that most videos just detracted from the song. There were exceptions, but not many.
I was fascinated, obsessed even, with art and self-expression. To have one's voice heard, to inspire people to really listen and get the message, that was the most profound and exciting pursuit that I could ever devote myself to. And to create sound that stirred emotions and moved proverbial mountains, to sculpt a noise until it was infinitely more than just a noise, until it became the missile into which the message was loaded. That was it right there. And the target was anyone who wanted to listen.
I've got better at the stuff that matters, and remain utterly disinterested in the rest.
I watched the Scott Walker documentary "30th Century Man" recently. I learned nothing new about him, from any of the pundits or even from Scott himself. Everything I know about him - which is everything he wants me to know - I already knew from his records. I liked the film, because it proved to me that Scott Walker is every bit the visionary communicator he's cracked up to be, because he'd already told me everything. I got the message, because he'd said it all so well.
I went to see Morrissey the other night. It was exactly what I needed. Last time around it was Patti Smith who reminded me what my job is.
I won't forget again.
 | Currently listening: Maladjusted By Morrissey Release date: 1997-08-11 |
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Tuesday, July 14, 2009
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Gordon
Brown yesterday said that it was our “patriotic duty to stay in Afghanistan”.
Having that sniveling, ignorant little shit tell me what my patriotic duty is,
is unacceptable to me. My patriotic duty is to punch Gordon Brown’s lights out.
Brown is the halfwit who once claimed that we “British” (British? I am English
mate, and I’m sure my Scottish, Irish and Welsh friends would have a similar
reaction) should salute the Union Jack just as the French salute the Tricolore
or the Americans salute the Stars and Stripes. He completely failed to grasp
that France and the USA fought bloody revolutions for their democratic rights,
and their countries were reborn as hard-won modern democracies… Our flag, on
the other hand, has a history of cynical imperialism, as does the word
“Britain”. We have a brain-dead monarchy and no written constitution. Salute
that? No fear. Besides, I’m not British, I am English; I come from the land of
Shakespeare, in the tradition of Blake. I need no flag or anthem to tell me who
I am, I have one of the richest artistic cultures in the world to tell me all I
need to know about that. I feel England in my bones. Gordon Brown, how very
dare he…....
....
A kid whom
my mother’s neighbours used to babysit was killed in Afghanistan last week. His
name was Robbie Laws. He’s been in all the papers, he was the first of 15
British casualties in the last ten days.....
....
I’ve always
had very limited sympathy for people who put on a uniform and blindly do as
they are told, by people who are themselves blindly doing as they are told.
However, I have every sympathy for the army’s current plight, at least their
plight as I, and I think many others, now recognise it. I’m not talking about
the Taliban. I’m talking about the fact that the chain of command goes all the way
up to a top level of people who don’t know what the fuck they’re doing.....
....
Firstly,
they are trying to democratise a tribal country. Afghanistan hasn’t read
Plato’s Republic, ie. The Script, and has instead developed it’s own traditions
over thousands of years. What is it with the West? From the native American
Indians, to the Australian Aborigines, to China, Africa, Cuba, Ireland, South
America… we just have to fuck everyone over don’t we? Such are the egos of the
US and the UK political leaders. You don’t see Finland or Belgium becoming
targets of international terrorism. And who pays the price for our politicans’
outrageous, disgusting, immoral foreign policy? It isn’t Brown or Bush or any
of the scum in parliament. It’s people traveling to work on the Tube, people
working in tall buildings when the planes hit, and kids like Robbie Laws.....
....
Secondly,
they are fighting an insane enemy, people who think that getting themselves
killed is the fast track to paradise. By giving the Taliban a fight they’re
actually giving them exactly what they want. You cannot reason with the mental
illness of religious zealots. Even the might of the Soviet Red Army called it
quits after a decade in Afghanistan.....
....
And what
has been achieved so far? Have Bin Laden or Mullah Omar been caught? Have the
coalition forces managed to keep the Taliban out of Pakistan? Is Benazir Bhutto
still alive? Has the Afghan heroin trade been stopped? Are we safe from
religious extremists yet? The answer to all of these, and more, is a resounding
“no”. So what has been achieved in the last 6 years, aside from hundreds of
military and tens of thousands of civilian deaths? Absolutely nothing.....
....
“They” are
saying that the current spate of British casualties in Afghanistan has actually
increased support for the war. Who are “they”? Did they ask you? Because they
didn’t ask me, or anyone I know apparently. “They” are the faceless government
PR machine that is trying to dissuade us from the creeping, appalling
recognition of the truth; that the British and American governments are
throwing away the lives of these kids for nothing except their own inability to
admit to an error of judgement.....
....
Meanwhile,
they are passing LAWS that tell us we have to be tolerant of religious beliefs.
Frankly, it never occurred to me to be intolerant of them until now. But it
seems kind of obvious to me that in order to achieve peace on Earth we have to
get rid of both religion and greed.
Hmm. I seem to have
unwittingly made a case for Communism. Not quite what I meant to do, but if the
shoe fits… No, we need to get back to Plato’s Republic. We have both the means
and the technology to completely dismiss with partisan politics. Every tinpot
reality TV show canvasses the nation for an instant consensus at least once a
week, generating huge revenues in the process. That’s democracy. That’s
economically sound. Why don’t we do that? We’re already living in a fucking Ray
Bradbury novel anyway.
 | Currently listening: Cuckoo By Curve Release date: 1993-09-21 |
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Sunday, June 14, 2009
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Friday, June 05, 2009
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Current mood:  accomplished
Feels like I'm walking on air at the moment. The new house is really nice. I bought a table from a salvage shop, set up the PC with a proper keyboard and mouse for the first time in a year or two - I forget how long - the cat and the dogs sitting around me snoring and farting, freshly ground German coffee beans... F***, I have returned to life. First morning, I got up and wrote 1,100 words before I even brushed me teeth. Inspiration man, it - and time - are the most valuable commodities there are.... as Joni would say, you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone.
We played a our first gig in the UK for almost two years on Monday, supported by Koogaphone and Sister Chain & Brother John - all people that I love - loads of friends came to the show, we had the soundcheck from hell, but as per the law of rock'n'roll that made for a pretty great gig. A couple of weeks ago we started recording the new record AT LAST at a wonderful, magical place in Hackney, run by delightful and engaging people, Amy and George. Labelwise, things starting to shape up with the Electric Label, we've got the debut albums from SPC ECO and Amanda Ray coming out in a few weeks, plus EIGHT Subterraneans reissues (basically everything since 1992 except the Slide EP, not cause its crap, but because we lost the DAT... though it IS crap) and possibly one Angelhead one from 1989... have I really been alive long enough to have made nine albums?? Apparently so. Then - Tuesday - I get the invite from the intoxicatingly brilliant Courtesans to come do a duet with Eileen, which you'd have to kill me to stop me doing... Wednesday, setting up the demo studio for a trans-atlantic project which I'm not going to reveal just yet, suffice to say I'm working with someone very exciting indeed... Thursday, Dean Garcia made me a lovely cup of tea... and in a few minutes I'm off south of the river to see Eileen and The Courtesans...
Next week... rehearsing with Eileen Daly & The Courtesans... Katherine de Paul is over from NYC on Judy Collins' related business, and I think she owes me a lunch... and, topping it all, Astrid's new album is released and from what I've heard so far it's going to be a flippin' masterpiece, the maturity of Lone Wolf colliding with sheer chops of Goya Dress, and I can't wait!
Best homegrown week in a long time for me. Let this year be the year of bouncing back.
And if you need a soundtrack to aid you in that, you'll do no better than Dot Allison's incredible Exaltation of Larks, which is like Tim Buckley's Happy Sad mixed with church bells and voices on the wind, or the sound of water in Spring.
'Til soon...
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Sunday, April 26, 2009
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Current mood:  gallant
In a smoky bar in the Dutch town of Haarlem many years ago I got introduced to an angry bloke sobbing into his beer brun about the state of everything. He was jaded, cynical, embittered, and highly pissed. He was Adrian Borland. I'd have run a mile, were it not for the fact that I'd already met Jeffrey Lee Pierce a few times, and knew a thing or two about dealing with - and listening to - the reason between the lines of the jaded and pissed not-quite-rock-star. I stuck around Adrian, and he around me, for a while, and discovered that the man that wrote "Winning", "Judgement", "I Can't Escape Myself" and "Whirlpool" was alive and well under the haze, and when the haze lifted he was more than capable of some of the greatest of human traits; compassion, humour, insight, empathy, inspiration, integrity and, above all, artistic genius.Its ten years today since Adrian decided, on a whim I have always believed, to meet his end. If you stand on Beachy Head for long enough, eventually you jump. You can't help it, the call to jump is too strong. It has nothing to do with a death wish, nothing to do with suicide or depression or the voices or the weather. Mentally, Adrian had constructed his own Beachy Head and stood at its existential edge for a long, long time. I knew this about him at least seven years before it finally came. It took so long to come that I was even shocked, because I'd known it for so long that I'd kind of forgotten that I knew it. But man, it still hurts, even when you knew it. My one consolation, as I've told myself over and over for a decade now, is that Adrian Borland was actually too good for this world. Certainly he deserved a lot better than he got. I don't know if we deserve what he gave us, and I'm not sure that he thought we did either. All feelings that I understand frighteningly well. One thing I do know, we must carry on, the word must be given, and the voices never silenced...
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Tuesday, April 21, 2009
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Reluctantly we have decided that friend requests from bands will no longer be accepted. This is because of the increasing number of requests we've been getting from ludicrous, irrelevant, uninteresting and witless "artists" with whom we have zero affinity, and whom we feel are simply collecting numbers for reasons that have become pointless now that there are over eight million artist profiles on MySpace. Who cares about music anymore? Well, we do.
If you're an artist or band and you REALLY want to be friends with Subterraneans, for whatever reason, send us a message and we'll come and add you, we promise.
For regular updates, missives, etc. please join the mailing list by sending an email to news@subterraneans.co.uk - we may or may not remember to post things up here once they've been sent there.
We read all of your messages, reply to most of them personally (eventually), and we enjoy hearing from you. The only thing that bugs us are all the band requests. We don't do it to you. We don't want to spend time reading the profiles of number collectors. We'd rather be comparing meerkats. Simples.
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Sunday, February 08, 2009
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Current mood:  bummed
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