Thursday, 28 May 2015
328 Hello The Skids - Sweet Suburbia
Chart entered : 23 September 1978
Chart peak : 70
Number of hits : 10
This lot weren't around for long - their hit span is only fractionally longer than Bill Haley's - but they made their mark.
The Skids had formed barely a year earlier in Dunfermline , playing their first gig there in August 1977. The original founders were guitarist Stuart Adamson who was born in Manchester in 1958 but whose parents returned to Scotland when he was four and bassist William Simpson ( born 1958 ) . They had been in a short lived covers band called Tattoo together. They recruited drummer Thomas Kellichan ( born 1954 ) through an ad then had a chance meeting with "the only other punk in town" , 16 year old miner's son Richard Jobson who became their singer and lyricist.
In true punk fashion their first record was an EP on an independent label No Bad set up by a local music shop owner Sandy Muir. It was released at the tail end of 1977. The main track "Charles" is a prescient tale of a manual worker being made redundant by technology told as a sardonic Ballardian yarn. Much of The Skids' sound is already in place, stiff-wristed drumming, heavy melodic riffing and Richard's declamatory yelping though the lyric is untypically direct. "Reasons " has the first outing for Stuart's bagpipe guitar sound in the instrumental break but is otherwise punk-by-numbers and "Test Tube Babies" is loutish and unlovable. John Peel picked up on "Charles" and invited them down for a session. Virgin got in touch straight afterwards and signed them up in April 1978.
"Sweet Suburbia" was their first single for the label. The first 15,000 copies were on white vinyl and the sleeve carried a sarcastic sticker saying "This white vinyl record has a weird promotional gimmick. You'll like it !". The sleeve design featured an antelope in high heels with a well-defined genital area for no apparent reason.
Like most of their songs Stuart wrote the music and Richard the lyrics. The joy of Richard's lyrics is that his Scottish brogue and, to be kind, untutored singing make them virtually unintelligible and your own guess at what they could be is likely to make more sense than what they actually are written down. The title hints at some sort of recognition of where most of the new bands , though not themselves obviously , were coming from but "Living on the paper periscope / Hot dog life for the antelope " and "Time for one to seek an anti-soak" are pretty impenetrable". What matters though is the energy , the pogo-friendly rhythm, football chant chorus and the novel sounds that Stuart wrings out of his guitar in the course of a two-and-a- half minute pop single. It's not their best or most successful single but it certainly made a great calling card.
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Just couldn't resist the obvious pun, I see!
ReplyDeleteI don't suppose you'd believe it was unintentional ?
ReplyDeleteI've just bought it ,they were the first live band I ever saw .
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