As a father of young children and one half of a relationship of over twenty years standing “the nightclub” is pretty much “there be dragons” these days. Ah, but once upon a time, my arse did shake in venues like The Arches, The Sub Club and The Art School. And it’s a Saturday. So, in a possibly futile gesture, I ask my elderly Afterword cronies to offer up their favorite “bangers.”
I will open with Underworld’s “Rez.” Their shows generally ended with “Rez” into “Cowgirl” back to “Rez” then a triumphant “Born Slippy.” Sweaty bodies and happy faces all round, guaranteed…
From probably the last time I was in a club nigh on 30(!) Years ago.
Yes kids, wife, mortgage, job etc
Oceanic – Insanity
Here’s Dan Snaith can go subtle or banging.
This though plastic is also genius. A banger is just that.
This is recent – a couple of months old, the album arrived yesterday – and a banger in oor hoose.
No way am I going anywhere near a nightclub, though – I’m 52! – unless it is to collect an Offspring for a free Dad’s Taxi ride home.
A track for anyone getting sniffy about rave
Predictably enough, something by A Certain Patio. This is the best Acieed version, from the Four for the Floor 12″
Patio? There’s a midlife Freudian slip
It was my near-winning contribution to the recent “ruin a band name by changing one letter” thread. All my own work, too.
That would be a brilliant name for a paving specialist company in Sheffield. A bit niche, but surely’d corner the post-punk electronica barbeque enthusiast market?
Favourite bangers? M&S or Waitrose of course. Eh?
Aldi, by a mile.
If you are talking dance music, you have to have the French involved..
The best Disco record ever made:
And yet somehow even better with two guys from Staffordshire
Those guys just trample their size nines all over it. Not for me, thank you.
Does trance count as banging? I love this
Apparently John Peel said “Sometimes I feel I could put this on loop and listen to it forever”
Yup. I know that feeling.
Nearly fifty years ago, when I first started going to dances, this record would be played three or four times a night and I’ve never tired of it.
And this, from the same era
King Princess – Hit the back
Rockers Revenge
Dua Lipa Don’t Start Now
Yours, Diddley, is a club I would want to have me as a member..
I did about six years of clubbing, from late 1981 in London. It’d be Heaven on a Tuesday night, whilst Friday night I was a mobile knife, and the place to shoot was Le Beat Route.
Here’s Heaven…
and here’s Le Beat Route..
I love the idea of a six year stretch clubbing. Started at The Hacienda about 17, last on a dance floor properly at Camp Bestival about 2008 for William Orbit.
That’s the second time I’ve heard Defunkt mentioned in an hour – I was listening to Hue & Cry on BBC Radio Scotland’s Classic Scottish Albums podcast on my walk. Big early influence on the Kane brothers, apparently.
The last time I heard of H & C, Q Magazine were offering them ten quid each to split up.
My pal is probably the world’s biggest fan of both H&C and The Durutti Column. No, not probably – definitely.
(PS what’s the 411 on Vini these days? Anybody? Last I heard he was really not very well)
Much – it being Vini, a relative term – better, and I believe beginning to make music again.
I think that’t the first time I’ve heard the Defunct song. I’ve got Thermo Nuclear Sweat and I saw them at the Venue in Victoria in 1982. I expect that you were there too.
I was there. Good venue, the Venue..
I went there a lot. I lived in Battersea and the all night trains to Gatwick stopped at Clapham Junction which was extremely handy.
Slam- Positive Education
Dancing? Don’t get me started, cos I never did. I loathed the idea when young, disliking both soul and disco as they encouraged such behaviour. Too old and sensible for raves and all that…..
Problem is that I love it all now.
My dancing is all in the car. When I’m driving.
If there’s one thing I rue, it’s the (many) occasions when I could and should’ve danced but didn’t, because of self consciousness. As an aside, as a detraumatising activity, dancing is great, what with it hopefully being comprised of complete, intentional, ‘flow state’ movements rather than the ‘can’t move’ stuckness of traumatic experiences. Free your ass and your mind will follow.
If you think people are laughing at your dancing it’s because people are laughing at your dancing. And they totally are. It’s just about whether you care about that or not.
I urge anybody on here with male children never to tell them the terrifying truth: girls/women totally judge everything about you on the quality of your dancing. If your dancing is not good you will not be regarded as someone who has any right to be on this earth.
Of course if your sons already dance well you can tell them this and watch them strut through life with quite disgusting confidence.
Amidst this, there’s the irony of so many DJs who get people dancin’ but can’t do the pony macaroni or whatever it is, themselves.
True – often even their arm movements are a bit crap. Telling me to dance and you can’t even point?
A good point, Moose. The menfolk of the Wodaabe nomadic tribe literally dance to attract a mate:
https://our-ancestories.com/en-gb/blogs/news/dancing-your-way-to-marriage-with-the-wodaabe
Lock up your aunties.
I’ve been listening to the Deep Heat albums recently – cheapo Telstar compos from the very cusp of the 90s/90s. Memory lane it certainly is and more bangers than a butcher’s shop. Some glorious nonsense like this:
….and I think this record may be the crowning achievement of human civilisation.
I have not been to a nightclub since 2003. It’s surprising that I was let in even then. A school night, so they were probably a bit desperate for custom.
A long, long, time ago, I used to work in Biggleswade with one Steven Vincent.
I also worked with Rob Playford, who set up Moving Shadow records and was the man behind Goldie (before he went shit). I can remember handing back white labels of early Goldie to Rob, saying “not my bag, sorry”. If I’d kept them, I could have retired early.
Even me mam likes that record. (Dirty Cash, not Goldie
PS. Biggleswade…..phew, rock’n’rolllllllllll!
This one was never played enough when we were ‘out and about’ but it got plenty of plays in the wee small hours at our place
Sunscreem are still at it – they’re playing the Portland Arms this year.
It is an awfully long time since I saw them blow Jesus Jones offstage at the Astoria.
Well, I suppose every band has its pre-gig rituals.
Today’s tea/keyboard moment.
No wonder Mike Edwards was always making that ayyyyayayyyyyyy noise….
I still do that thing with my hands whenever I hear this:
Oh yes, and I love Happiness* from soup to nuts, notwithstanding the awful then-ubiquitous DX7 plookey bass sound on I Love You More.
(*really….. how childish)
I was watching some old TOTP reviews from the early 1990s this week. The BBC obviously had a few DX7s around because they were always on stage despite not being played or even having been used on the songs that were being played. The M1 and D50 were getting used a lot by then. I still love that M1 piano sound.
The first appearance of Fast Eddie on th’Afterword? What have we even been doing for ten years….?
I remember being at (I think) Camden Palace when I first heard this. The drop is quite spectacular.
6 pints in The Cambridge then queuing up to be let into The Cabin (Bold St, Liverpool), sometimes with urine coming out of a pipe in the wall and landing on us (female nurses went straight in), I would dance extremely badly, fail to “cop off”, but mostly fun and some great music, mostly rock. First heard this one there:
I would love to hear this on a large, sweaty, Brazilian dancefloor.
It’s certainly a kitchen-filler here in Bagis.