/ A black leather jacket and a good pair of engineer boots: the
essential wardrobe staples of a 1950s bad boy greaser. What more do you need?
In the case of this rockabilly angel -- nothing. (Via Vintage Gay Men) /
Like the celebrants of some macabre feast, people are waiting ... waiting for the return of LOBOTOMY ROOM! Yes, Lobotomy Room: a Mondo Trasho night of rockabilly, frantic Rhythm and Blues, tittyshaking sleazy instrumentals, punk, kitsch and exotica (weird shit, basically! Think John Waters soundtracks, or Songs The Cramps Taught Us), hosted by Graham Russell (Dr Sketchy London’s resident DJ). Expect desperate stabs from the jukebox jungle! Savage rhythms to make you writhe and rock! Admission is free, the booze is cheap and the venue is a basement in Stoke Newington. Things kick off early – stick a safety pin through your nose and come straight from the office.
Lauren and I at the end of the night ... (note Sarah in the corner)
For the third-ever Lobotomy Room, I went for a low-key,
intimate and small-scale vibe in the basement of Ryan’s Bar in Stoke Newington.
OK, that’s a positive spin on confessing not many people showed up! The March 2013 Lobotomy Room at Paper Dress Vintage was a triumph, but Saturday nights there
are booked solid until later in the summer (I’m doing the next Lobotomy Room
there on Saturday 13 July 2013), so I thought I’d do a Lobotomy Room at Ryan’s Bar as an
experiment in the meantime. Because of its prime location in Shoreditch, Paper
Dress Vintage gets swarms of passing trade. Luring people to Stoke Newington
proved trickier! I promoted the hell out
of it (the ultra chi chi 1940s and 50s reproduction clothing emporium Vivien of Holloway kindly printed-up a mountain of beautiful glossy flyers -- with
Lobotomy Room details on one side and Vivien of Holloway info on the reverse --
for me to distribute; Lobotomy Room was listed in Time Out online for the first
time), and so did Ryan’s Bar. Ah, well – Lobotomy Room is still an unknown
commodity for now. But the elite and loyal hardcore minority was there (who
years from now will be able to brag they were at Lobotomy Room in its early
undiscovered days!), plus there were some glamorous new faces (including some all the way
from Manchester).
Anyway, as usual I eased into things with some otherworldly pagan / taboo mondo
exotica (not playing a track by Yma Sumac just feels wrong) and then cranked-up my trashiest and most abrasive music LOUD. As the
photos below show, things eventually descended into a drunken bacchanal. It was particularly gratifying
to look up and see people moshing to “Punks Get Off the Grass” by John Waters’
character actress, Edith “Mama Edie” Massey. For me, "outsider actress" and senior citizen matriarch
of punk Massey is virtually the patron saint of Lobotomy Room and everything I
want it to represent.
/ Edith Massey (1918 - 1984) in one of her greatest roles -- the vicious Aunt Ida in the 1974 John Waters classick Female Trouble /
Grainy / gritty black and white art shot courtesy of the talented Phil Clark. (No, I have no idea what the black speck on my adam's apple is)
Like I know what I'm doing ... It's like handing an iPhone to an ape (photo by Magda)
Mia (aka Mayan Ruin -- The Republic of Guatemala's finest export!) and Dan (aka The Dan-ster)
Sarah and Lauren
International sex kitten and "woman of mystery" Magda and Charlie
Sally and Paddy
Eric and Phil representing the bear community
Fun and stylish couple
Manchester's Finest: The Mancunian Girls
Rock Chicks Unite! Lauren, Sally and Magda
There's no stoppin' the cretins from hoppin'!
Chrlie, Magda and Christopher
Sweatin' to the oldies
Charlie (wearing my biker cap) and La Magda
Magda and I: I've known this crazy fräulein since the 1990s, when we both used to work for the same fetish company!
Lauren and Christopher, who're in a blues-punk duo together called Spanking Machine (they recently recorded their demo). They are grasping, tenacious young starlets on the ascent. Watch out!
"The Boys on Bikes Played Shame Games with ... The Mother Truckers!" Homoerotic! Christopher and I
There's plenty more photos from the night on flickr. (For the record, I loathe the ugly, jumbled and chaotic flickr re-design. What a mess!)
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/ RIP Christine Joy Amphlett
(25 October 1959 – 21 April 2013) /
I was gutted to learn
about the recent death of Christina “Chrissy” Amphlett at the age of 53 after a lengthy and harrowing struggle with
Multiple Sclerosis and breast cancer. Growing up in rural Quebec in the 1980s, the
volatile, husky-voiced Divinyls frontwoman was one of my essential teenage
crushes (the key bands of my adolescence were X, Siouxsie and The Banshees, The
Cramps and Divinyls – all of whom I continue to blast on my iPod to this day!).
What an underrated, misunderstood and original artist Amphlett was. It’s
a crying shame Divinyls are mainly remembered today as one hit wonders for their sole
international hit “I Touch Myself”, when in fact they had a strikingly distinctive body of work long before
that. In her native Australia Amphlett is justifiably revered as their
equivalent of Deborah Harry, Chrissie Hynde or Siouxsie Sioux. Outside of the
Australian press, I’ve been pretty disappointed in the quality of online
obituaries I’ve read for Amphlett, so I decided to cobble together my own epic tribute
to her memory. I hope I’ve done her justice. A brief bio: Australian post-punk New Wave band Divinyls was formed
by singer Christina Amphlett and guitarist Mark McEntee in 1980. The quintet was
spawned and found their initial following playing residencies in the dive bars
of King’s Cross, Sydney’s notorious “Sin Capital” red light district. The
gritty and lurid environs of King’s Cross would appear to leave a lasting impact
on their musical DNA: if ever a band exuded sleazy low-life allure, it was
Divinyls.
/ Divinyls in the early 1980s: the original line-up / Amphlett’s perverse and troubling persona (defined as
“sexually threatening … abused / abusive waif” by CREEM magazine) was instantly
delineated with Divinyl’s first single “Boys in Town” (also the very first song
Amphlett and McEntee ever wrote together). It set a stylistic and thematic template:
Divinyls songs were urgent, dramatic confessionals dispatched by Amphlett in a lacerating raspy voice reminiscent of a less tortured, more tuneful and buoyant Broken
English-era Marianne Faithfull. (The New York Times would call Amphlett’s vocals
“a raw-throated rasp, somewhere between a sob and a snarl, bruised but
defiant.” Interestingly while other Australian rock and pop stars like Michael
Hutchence of INXS or Kylie Minogue would sing in trans-Atlantic tones, Amphlett
defiantly and unmistakably retained her Australian accent). Onstage Amphlett (clad
in her trademark school girl uniform, usually accessorised with shredded fishnet stockings) thrashed, rampaged and flailed, sometimes
scrawling all over her face with red lipstick, while behind her the band
cranked-up a wall of gnashing guitars. (The sound of early Divinyls has been described as a female-fronted AC/DC). Aspects of Amphlett's style
would appear to influence later performers like Courtney Love, Jennifer Herrema
of Royal Trux and Karen O of Yeah Yeah Yeahs.
After three hard-edged albums and years of critical
acclaim and cult status but tepid album sales outside of Australia, Divinyls’
fortunes seemed to dramatically change when they scored an unexpected international
hit with their 1991 single “I Touch Myself” – a rollicking invitation to
masturbate. Ultimately the song was embraced as a fluke novelty tune and didn’t
lead to lasting success for the band. Dropped by their label, it would be
another five years before Divinyl’s next (and last) album, which was never
released outside of Australia. Divinyls imploded acrimoniously in 1997.
Sadly, Divinyls were destined to never achieve major rock’n’roll
stardom outside of their homeland. Their music was brash, sexy and accessible
but possibly too polished for the punk / alternative crowd and too weird,
abrasive and idiosyncratic for the mainstream. As the Village Voice pithily
concluded, the best Divinyls albums "had everything that’s exciting about hard rock
without any of the attending idiocies that annoy intelligent people, but failed
because intelligent people foolishly ignore hard rock and hard rock fans like the attending idiocies.”
In 2005 Amphlett issued her warts-and-all autobiography Pleasure and
Pain: My Life in which she revealed just how tumultuous and painful Divinyl’s
existence was. It’s one of those books that make you question why anyone would
form a band: Divinyls were consistently plagued by exploitative management,
record label disputes, internal feuds and drug and alcohol abuse; when they
finally split, Amphlett was lumbered with massive debt that took years to pay
off. Mainly, though, her years in Divinyls were dominated by a seriously
dysfunctional and stormy on-off romantic relationship with McEntee that
frequently erupted into violence. "Mark gives me as much shit as I give him," Amphlett admitted to Rolling Stone in the 1980s. "If I punched him, he'd punch me back." Jon Spencer used to joke that Boss Hog (the
band he fronted with his wife Cristina Martinez) was the sound of them
fighting – this was probably far truer of Divinyls. Amphlett and McEntee’s agonised
relationship probably informed the high drama and tension of Divinyls’ music: exciting
for the listener, but probably not very edifying for them as individuals.
/ The tempestuous Amphlett and McEntee in 1985, around the time of Divinyls' What A Life! album /
Pleasure and Pain ends on an upbeat note, with
Amphlett finally debt-free, sober and serene and happily married to musician
Charley Drayton. Sadly, in fact by then she had already been diagnosed with Multiple
Sclerosis but wasn’t ready to go public with her condition until 2007. Further
proof that life is cruel: in 2010 Amphlett announced she had the breast cancer
that would ultimately lead to her death three years later. Divinyls discography: 1983: Desperate
"The voracious
readymade chords of this Australian quintet aspire more to rock than to rock
and roll, but when you think about it, so do Joan Jett's. Christina Amphlett
plays a town slut who's moving up in the world of sexual -- and emotional -- obsession,
like Iggy Pop with a heart as big -- and needful -- as his dick. And on the
Easybeats' "Make You Happy" she gets to the infantile root. A- "
Robert Christgau
“... even better, the Divinyls’ album, the all-to-appropriately titled
Desperate, featured some authentically eye-opening treatises on loneliness,
frustration and hope as the riveting “Boys in Town”, the tough and tragic “Elsie”
and the shoulda-been-a-hit pop-eyed “Only Lonely.”
Billy Altman, CREEM Magazine
/ In this shot
you can clearly see the macabre “dead mouse” brooches Amphlett used to wear
pinned to her little girl dresses in Divinyls’ early days. I ask her about
these in the interview transcript further down /
In early Divinyls videos, Amphlett is presented as
deliberately unglamorous and – at her most demented – can seem like someone
straight out of an institution! The early videos also have a striking tendency
to keep Amphlett’s face mostly obscured by shadows or by her long shaggy bangs.
Only getting tantalising glimpses of her face adds to her mystique.
/“I was just a red brassiere / To all the boys in town …”
The bristling, nervous “Boys in Town” – the song that started it all. The fluorescent
tube microphone stand was one of Amphlett’s early trademarks – a strange touch.
At 1.45 she suddenly erupts into a witch-y cackling noise somewhere between a laugh
and a scream – spine-tingling /
Early Australian
hit “Science Fiction”. Divinyls emerged from the then fashionable New Wave
genre: in this song, you hear the influence of New Wave divas like Lene Lovich,
Nina Hagen and Missing Persons’ Dale Bozzio in Amphlett’s high-pitched trills
and hiccups.
The song “Only
Lonely” represents Divinyls at their catchiest and most bubblegum. As if to compensate for its user-friendly Ramones-y poppiness, a spasmodic Amphlett
spends the entire video twitching and shuddering as if she’s having a
seizure or being electrocuted.
A TV
performance opening with Amphlett scribbling all over her face with red
lipstick (I also suspect she’s dumped a bucket of water over her head – another
typical stage move from this period. Her hair looks wet). The song itself (a male / female duet) sounds
very Rezillos. As CREEM
Magazine recalled, Amphlett used to “smear lipstick across her body in a defiant
symbol of anti-conformity.” In this scary and exhilarating 1983 live clip
whirling dervish / Tasmanian she-devil Amphlett looks bloodied, as if she’s just crawled wounded from the
wreckage of a car crash. In her memoirs Amphlett remembers that when touring
the US, audiences would find her performances so jarring and unpleasant they
would recoil in horror.
CREEM also described how Amphlett “would, at some
points, spin across the floor in a pogo-ing danse macabre of the
disenfranchised.” At about 3.57 you can see her pogo-ing up and down in this
powerful performance of “Elsie.” It seems to evoke something eerie and demonic – no surprise
Amphlett’s persona was frequently compared to Linda Blair in TheExorcist! 1985: What a Life!
“The Divinyls are not a “safe” band. This Australian
quintet’s sound is loud and hard edged, as purely physical as any metal band …
singer Christina Amphlett’s … deranged onstage demeanor seems perfectly
reflected in a voice that swings from a schoolgirl’s trill to a harridan’s
growl. The album strikes the perfect balance between pop craft and musical
muscle, revealing a passion all too rare in recent rock.”
J D Considine, Rolling Stone
“The songs and melodies show a real pop craftsmanship,
recalling the bubblegum punk of another band of reformed anarcho-delinquents,
the Damned.”
Roy Trakin, CREEM Magazine
/ Lit by hot pink neon, Amphlett transforms a rock video into tormented performance art. This clip (for the hypnotic “Pleasure and Pain”) was my introduction to Divinyls: I would have caught it on late night Canadian TV in my teens. Watching Amphlett writhing around on the floor in a tantrum, exposing her stockings and suspenders I thought, “Who is this?” I sought out the What A Life! album right away. In her autobiography Amphlett confesses “My performance in “Pleasure and Pain” was so over the top I’ve never been able to watch it.” /
/ Atmospheric video for "Sleeping Beauty", with Amphlett in full mood-swing prowling through a desolate waterfront. I think this was from a magazine called Rock Scene: “Spookier
than Elvira, Christina Amphlett is easily the most intense chick singer out there … vampiress
Amphlett is great in her sailor outfit, same with the smoky shipyard setting –
both appropriate to the song’s “still waiting for my ship to come in” lyric." In
the beginning of Divinyls’ career when they were negotiating with American
record labels, a major sticking point was Amphlett’s imperfect (slightly frilly and
gappy) teeth; they refused to sign the band until she fixed them, and Amphlett refused as a matter of principle. In her
autobiography Amphlett recalls the make-up artist for this video was so
horrified by her teeth she fashioned a little false tooth for her to wear in
this clip /
The 1980s “alt rock” production on What A Life! is noticeably
slicker and more gimmicky than on Desperate (heavy on the synths and that "guitar-as-bag pipes" sound then fashionable). Somehow the integrity of the songs
and performances shine through. A good example is the ferocious punk rave-up “In My
Life”, which CREEM Magazine described as suggesting “AC/DC backing Kate Bush …
and features a withering, sarcastic aside (when Chrissy Amphlett, discussing
her fabulously rewarding education, sneers “Such advantages”) worthy of Johnny
Rotten himself.”
A TV performance of “Casual Encounter”: They might
even be miming; it still feels scathing, and captures the savagely-pouting Amphlett at her most
sullen.
1988: Temperamental
“The voice of Christina Amphlett … shuttles between a
hiccup, a yodel and a snarl. She sings with inflections that seem entirely her
own, as if she were making up a perverse language as she went along. At her
most bizarre, she can sound almost demonically possessed … she’s the good-bad
girl – sort of like all four Shangri-Las rolled into one – with a snatch of pre-exorcised
Linda Blair tossed in.”
Jim Farber, Rolling Stone
"Like a time bomb ticking away / I might blow up
someday …” Seething with tough, wounded feelings, “Back to the Wall” just may
be Divinyls’ definitive masterpiece.
By now Amphlett had swapped the school girl uniform for black leather
Syndicate of Sound’s 1966 garage punk song “Hey Little
Girl” given a genderfucked make-over as “Hey Little Boy.”
"Back to the Wall” performed live and shorn of its lush, oceanic production. Amphlett’s performance is one long, pissed-off
glamour fit. It's fascinating to watch her working herself up into a frenzy of rage until she erupts and lashes out.
1991: Divinyls
“Amphlett doesn’t sing about anything except sex on
Divinyls … Consequently, Amphlett is to sex as Morrissey is to misery;
unnaturally preoccupied, hence an expert.”
Rob Tannenbaum, The Village Voice
“Few singers can locate the rage that lies behind lust
like Christina Amphlett of Divinyls. She sings with an eroticism that is almost
vengeful, hurling out phrases brimming with violent need. Then she can turn and
offer succor, proving there’s vulnerability beneath that banshee wail after all ... The result is the most sexually charged voice from a rock female since the emergence of Chrissie Hynde.
There’s no denying the singer reaches her climax on “I Touch Myself,” one of
the catchiest songs ever written about masturbation. It is perhaps the truest
tribute to Amphlett’s urgent talent that she can make even self-stimulation
seem inclusive.”
Jim Farber, Rolling Stone
/ By the early
nineies, Amphlett’s image had evolved into something sultrier and more
conventionally glamorous /
/ The cover for
Divinyls’ single “Make Out Alright” wittily references that notorious image of thumb-sucking
teenage nymphet Carroll Baker in her crib in the 1956 film Babydoll /
/ It’s funny to
re-watch the “I Touch Myself” video in light of Amphlett’s comments about her “creative
disputes” with its director in my interview with her below. My highlight: the
odd shot of her pouting while ironing sexily (!) /
/ The post-“I
Touch Myself” singles “Make Out Alright” and “Love School” failed to chart
impressively and ultimately their period of international success was a blip in
Divinyls’ career. There is a video for “Love School” on Youtube but the quality
isn’t good enough to post here. The unsung “Make Out Alright” (which marries
Amphlett’s orgasmic pleas with McEntee’s neo-rockabilly guitar) deserved a
kinder fate. The video is almost Fellini-esque, incorporating Amphlett at her sultriest, Las Vegas showgirls having a catfight and homoerotic wrestlers /
1996: Underworld
“After
the success of "I Touch Myself," Divinyls
became the victims of a severe backlash. Because of this, they waited six years
before releasing their follow-up album, but the wait proved to be worth it.
Darker and with more of an emphasis on ballads than any of their previous
albums, Underworld
is Divinyls'
most accomplished release to date.”
Jason Damos,
Allmusic.com
“There’s
blood in these veins / And I cry when in pain / I’m only human on the inside
...” Underworld is the sole Divinyls CD I've never owned. It was never released outside of Australia and would probably have been an expensive import to obtain (and is inevitably long out of print by now, anyway). On the pretty ballad "Human on the Inside" (later covered by The Pretenders), Amphlett bares her sensitive, tender side (while dressed like a dominatrix).
Postcript: Incredibly,
Amphlett and McEntee managed to bury their differences and reconcile long enough
for Divinyls to tour and record some new material in 2007. A proposed
full-length comeback album never materialised and Divinyls dissolved their
reunion in 2009. The most striking of the new songs was “Asphyxiated”: Amphlett
sings lyrics full of death, suffering and pain imagery in a dissolute Marianne
Faithfull croak over McEntee’s towering, almost Led Zeppelin-esque riff. Listening to it, you can't help but think Amphlett is singing about her own declining health. “Asphyxiated” isn't a very consoling conclusion to the Divinyls story, but it is a powerful
one.
2007's "Don't Wanna Do This" is the last-ever Divinyls video. Presumably because of her health problems, Amphlett is represented in animated form
Like the time I interviewed The Cramps, I arrived at
venue (Le Spectrum) in time to watch Divinyls sound check. Watching Amphlett
singing in close proximity, pretty much for an audience of one (me!), was
spine-tingling. I seem to recall the band tore through “Pleasure and Pain”, but
my memory is hazy on that. I was mesmerized by Amphlett: her hair was upswept
in a beehive (think Joanna Lumley as Absolutely Fabulous’ Patsy); she was
wearing a plunging top, a tiny tartan mini-skirt the size of a lampshade, black tights and
these outrageous little fetishistic spike-heeled mules trimmed with marabou
feathers.
To be frank, up-close in her dressing room Amphlett
looked different to her album covers and videos: a bit puffier and blowsier than I expected (I wasn’t aware then of her personal
troubles and battles with alcoholism) – but sexy as hell. She had a genuinely sensual,
very feminine physical presence. Her hair was a shade of auburn not found in
nature (think Ann-Margret); her sensationally full bee-stung mouth could
justifiably be described as “Bardot-lipped”. And she was a smart,
funny and warm interview subject. Amphlett was also much more softly-spoken
(and posh-voiced) than you might think. Occasionally she lapsed into PR speak: Amphlett
was clearly used to dealing with uninformed journalists assuming Divinyls was a “new band”.
My allotted time came and went and I cheekily continued with the interview (I suspect
the PR woman was supposed to be keeping track of the time and materialize at
the end of my session). Amphlett had an elegant way of indicating the
interview was over: she clicked on a pair of tortoise shell cat’s eye
sunglasses, the kind a 1960s Italian movie starlet would wear. I took the hint!
Afterwards I pulled out of my bag some of my treasured Divinyls LPs for
Amphlett to autograph. When she glanced down at What a Life! she gasped, “But
you would have only been about twelve when this came out?” Her whole demeanor changed
when she realized I was a genuine fan, familiar with their older work but that I was seeing
Divinyls for the first time. “I hope you like it... our new stuff is quite different...” Towards the end Mark McEntee came in and
we were introduced. I remember him as a tiny, very pretty blond Brian Jones
lookalike in a ruffled shirt with a not very strong handshake.
That’s precisely the
sense of unease I recall. The Divinyls gig coincided with some kind of anniversary for the Le Spectrum
and all these drunken middle aged business men in suits (shareholders or
something?) were there and drunk (probably on expense account!). They had no
idea who Christina Amphlett was, but they did know she was teetering around in
stilettos like a deranged sex kitten while wearing a push-up bra, fishnet
stockings and suspenders under a painted-on sheer dress that looked like a
French maid uniform. I remember one of them pushing his way next to me right by
the front of the stage heckling her with shouts of, "Come here, you fucking
whore!" To her credit, Amphlett coolly proceeded like he wasn't there.
Tough cookie! (Later I asked the PR woman, “Do you think Christina heard him?”
She replied, “If we could hear him, then she could too!”). Amphlett had toiled
her way up playing in these tough-as-nails outback biker bar beer blasts in
Australia in Divinyls’ early days -- that guy was nothing!
Below is my 1991 original article from the Carleton University
newspaper (The Charlatan), in its entirety. Wow, it reads so gauche all these years later – how
embarrassing! But hey, I would have been about 20 or 21 at the time and am
posting it here (unedited) as an artifact. Sexual
Subversion in Song The most vital of rock music is always intimately
linked with sex. However it seems that the masses have always been inclined to
embrace highly sexual male performers like Mick Jagger, James Morrison and
Prince, alongside misogynistic rap and metal acts. Aggressive, unapologetically
sexual female singers who present themselves on their own terms seem to be more
difficult to swallow.
Ask how she thinks men in the audience relate to her
and Amphlett laughs, “I always try to relate to the females as well. It’s a
family thing. I believe in reproduction – I think it’s the essence of human
nature.”
Her confrontational antics baffled Le Spectrum’s
decidedly non-Divinyls regulars of big-haired, mini-skirted disco dollies and
Miami Vice clones. One pastel tuxedo-shirt clad rowdy elbowed his buddies and
heckled Amphlett with, “C’mere, you fucking whore!”
The crowd was undoubtedly lured by the band’s unlikely
Top 10 hit “I Touch Myself” – a brazen, rollicking invitation to masturbate.
The song has suddenly catapulted Amphlett and Divinyls guitarist / co-founder
Mark McEntee into the mainstream after three albums and a decade of critical
raves and cult notoriety.
Ironically, the calming of the furore to label and
censor rock music has actually opened things up for Divinyls.
“Probably in the last year because people have been
pushing it in other ways, it makes it easier for a song like “I Touch Myself”
to come through,” Amphlett asserts.
“Probably in the past year, because people have been
pushing it in other ways it makes it easier for a song like “I Touch Myself” to
come through. People have accepted that song with a lot of fun and humor, so I
think it’s kind of good. I don’t think censorship is a good thing. I think
people should make decisions themselves. When you’ve got censorship things
become taboo and people want them and it becomes dirty and closet-y and I don’t
think it’s a good thing. I’m an artist so I don’t believe in censorship at
all.”
Amphlett agrees Madonna’s banned “Justify My Love”
video paved the way for their provocative video for “I Touch Myself.” When
people push in that direction it makes it good for other people.”
Seeing the video in heavy rotation on MuchMusic,
Amphlett emerges as a genuinely unvarnished sensual presence in contrast to the
likes of perky, asexual cheerleaders Paula Abdul and Wilson Phillips. Amphlett
regrets, though, that the video – featuring shots of hands reaching crotchward
only to cut away at the last moment, and veiled sadomasochistic references –
didn’t go further.
“The director of the video was very square and he was
a bit of a pain in the ass because you’d walk out in different clothes and
stuff and it was all a bit much for him,” says Amphlett. “He had this (shot of
a) girl throwing a champagne bottle and crying. What that had to do with “I
Touch Myself” I don’t know. It was a bit of a battle, but maybe it was a good
thing he was square because between us and him it balanced out.
Pushing the envelope is a long-standing convention for
Divinyls. “Boys in Town”, the first song Amphlett and McEntee wrote together,
and the first song on their 1983 debut Desperate – is a case in point. Its
lyrics cast Amphlett as the abused local slut: “I was just a red brassiere / To
all the boys in town.”
Similarly, “Pleasure and Pain”, their 1985 single
which flirted with the Top 40, was a hypnotic testament to sadomasochism. This
is in character for a band spawned in King’s Cross or “Sin Capital” – Sydney’s
red light district. Ironically, though, McEntee first met Amphlett while she
was singing in a gospel choir.
“I was singing in a choir, of all things, to develop
the top range of my voice. I just wanted to sing with other singers – I’ve
always been a rock’n’roll singer, I just wanted to do something else as an
exercise,” said Amphlett. “Mark heard about me through someone we both knew and
he came along and I’d got kicked out of the choir that night because my
microphone had gotten wrapped around this stool and everywhere I’d go, I’d drag
this stool and it was making noises.”
Offstage Amphlett is an outspoken advocate of
prostitutes’ rights.
“I think prostitutes give us girls a rest. I think
it’s a good thing and they should be looked after more. Obviously men have got
these very primitive primal urges and basic needs and prostitutes seem to
satisfy that. It’s a shame when they seem to be sadly neglected by society and
shoved under the carpet … they’re all junkies now and they’re treated badly.”
Amphlett’s views are undoubtedly shaped by her own
stints in jail on two separate occasions:once in Spain as a teenager for singing on the street and again just a
few years ago for unpaid parking tickets. (“They put me in a cell with an armed
robber and a baby killer, a woman who put her baby in the oven. It was scary,”
says Amphlett).
“I’ve always been interested in all facets of life,
not with my blinkers on,” she concludes. “I suppose that’s why I’ve always
gravitated towards red light districts. I’ve wanted to know not just the
surface, but what goes on underneath. I think that maybe shows in my voice,
that I have lived.”
The unedited transcript of the interview:(Below is the transcript of my interview with Christina
Amphlett, which is actually a better read and probably more informative than
the article! There is some good stuff I cut out of the finished piece: I love
it when we discuss the dead mice she used to wear pinned to her school uniform!) Graham Russell: Did you think “I Touch Myself” would be the big single for you?
Christina Amphlett: No. It was just in a batch of sings we had
written. That was just the song that seemed to be released as the first single,
so it was a surprise. You don’t expect, when you’ve never had a Top 10 hit, you
don’t all of a sudden think you’re going to get one after all this time, so it
was a real nice surprise.
GAR: Was there any pressure to “clean up” the single
or accompanying video?
GAR: (Conversation drifted to the then-hot issue of
labeling / censorship/ the PMRC)
CA: Probably in the past year, because people have
been pushing it in other ways it makes it easier for a song like “I Touch
Myself” to come through. People have accepted that song with a lot of fun and
humor, so I think it’s kind of good. I don’t think censorship is a good thing.
I think people should make decisions themselves. When you’ve got censorship
things become taboo and people want them and it becomes dirty and closet-y and
I don’t think it’s a good thing. I’m an artist so I don’t believe in censorship
at all.
GAR: Madonna’s “Justify My Love” pushing the limits,
paved way for “I Touch Myself” …
CA: Exactly. So it’s all good. All that stuff is good.
So when people push in that direction it makes it good for other people.
GAR: It’s weird seeing you in heavy rotation on MTV
and MuchMusic, between people like Janet Jackson and Paula Abdul.
CA: It’s kind of good, because I’ve always been a bit
much for people in America, my performance style and stuff. And now it’s like
I’m accepted, which is a really nice thing.
GAR: Your reputation in Australia – have you always
been accepted there?
CA: Yeah. They just sort of wince and accept me!
(Laughs). That I’m there and they just have to accept that I’m there.
GAR: Here Divinyls are considered an “alternative”
act. What about at home?
CA: No, we’re mainstream I suppose.
GAR: Are you superstars in Australia?
CA: I don’t know if we’re superstars. I don’t think
anybody is superstars in Australia. We’re not like America where stars are
something holier than thou, like royalty. I suppose we’ve been around a long
time. It’s hard to say what my status is there because I’d sound like I’m
bragging or something. Everybody there knows who Divinyls are, and some people
like us, some people don’t. We’re accepted more overseas than we are in
Australia, though “I Touch Myself” went to number one there.
GAR: Has sexism in Australia affected your career?
CA: I suppose that’s why I came out in the first place
quite aggressively. In Australia girls were always to be “nice” and stuff like
that, so I came out like a screaming mad-woman-from-hell. I suppose people have
had to grin and bear it, but I’ve always been around. I think it’s sexist, but
I suppose women in the music industry are a lot less accepted than in America.
But I don’t know, there are some good aspects about living there and there are
some aspects that are like anywhere.
GAR: Do you live there full-time when not on tour?
CA: In the last few years I’ve only been back there
for two four-week periods, so I’ve been away a lot.
GAR: What do you miss about Australia when you’re
away?
CA: The food. The nature. And the blue skies – it
rains a lot down there lately. My family.
GAR: Tell me about switching labels from Chrysalis to
Virgin.
CA: We got dropped from Chrysalis in the beginning of
’89. Instead of being depressed we decided to have fun and go to Paris to kick
up our heels. We started writing some songs there and sent them back to America
and got signed to Virgin in America. Everything really fell into place. It’s
been happy all around. We’ve been fortunate this time around.
GAR: Tell me about your childhood in Geelong.
CA: Geelong is a town about an hour south of
Melbourne, and it’s a little town of about 100,000 people. It’s right at the
bottom of Australia, as far as you can go before you hit Tasmania. I left when
I was about 15. I suppose I always wanted to travel the world and move out of
that kind of small town environment. I went overseas when I was 17 and did all
that. I got out of Geelong as soon as I could.
GAR: You were a rebellious delinquent-type?
CA: Sort of. I just wanted to travel and get out of
that small town thing. I wanted to leave school as soon as I cold and sing in a
rock’n’roll band. I always had stars in my eyes.
(Conversation switches to how things have changed with
their recent commercial success). It’s great now because you’re busier, everybody wants to
talk to you. I’m not complaining because for so long you get a dead response
and they’re not really interested in you. It’s great after all this time, but
you’ve got to work a lot harder and you can’t stay up and party like we used to
because you’ve got to get up early and have your wits about you because you
have to work so much harder. With the success is the fun and people and the
response, but also you have to work a lot harder. Sometimes you don’t know
whether you’re coming or going.
GAR: Tell me about your relationship with Mark.
CA: I was singing in a choir, of all things, to
develop the top range of my voice. I just wanted to sing with other singers –
I’ve always been a rock’n’roll singer, I just wanted to do something else as an
exercise. Mark heard about me through someone we both knew and he came along
and I’d got kicked out of the choir that night because my microphone had gotten
wrapped around this stool and everywhere I’d go, I’d drag this stool and it was
making noises. Mark said, Never mind, tomorrow I’ll come around and we’ll start
writing, and we did. “Boys in Town” was the first song we wrote. We really
enjoyed writing together so much we started writing every day and got a band
together. We had similar ideas and wanted to develop our own individual styles.
GAR: I take it one of your early influences was punk …
CA: Even though we were a rock’n’roll band, we came
out of that early 80s kind of thing, which was an explosion and there was music
happening and new things. It was a really great period, because it was an
explosion, and it came out of the 70s which, except for the glam bands, were
quite boring. Even though my performance was quite punk, our music has always
been quite melodious and we’ve always been a rock’n’roll band. I listened to
all sorts of different music and I’m influenced by all sorts of different
things, but I always really liked Blondie. (Deborah Harry) was great: she was
always very cool and very “girlie”, which I liked.
(It’s interesting that Amphlett cites Deborah Harry as her
primary influence (when Divinyls formed in 1980, Blondie would have been at
their zenith and Harry the most famous female rock star in the world) and yet
would she would do would be so different. Divinyls and Blondie would share many
parallels: they both signed to the label Chrysalis; their best work was
produced by Mike Chapman; and at one point Divinyls toured with Blondie member
Frank Infante on guitar).
GAR: Tell me about your tough early audiences.
CA: In Australia bands grow up playing in these big
drunken beer barns. Everybody does—the Midnight Oils, the INXS’s. You all grow
up in these rowdy, boisterous kinds of places and it makes you boisterous and
loud. You have to be tough to overcome a lot of drunks.
GAR: Did you have to deal with abuse like people
throwing bottles?
CA: Sometimes, yeah. But I suppose that made me tough
and nobody would dare to (then), because I would go out into the audience and
hit them!
GAR: Your old onstage antics of dumping buckets of
water overhead, smearing lipstick all over your face and body, wearing
schoolgirl uniforms, wearing dead mice pins. Do you still do these things?
CA: I used to, when I was my schoolgirl. It’s
different – I’m not singing songs like that anymore. Some of them I (still) do.
The groove is a little different. You change. You can’t stay the same all the
time. You mature and you do different things.
GAR: The dead mice pins were outrageous!
CA: When I first started the band I lived in this
place that had lots of rats and mice and I became obsessed with them and used
to stick them on my dress, because they were everywhere …
GAR: But they were dead and stuffed? (I think I meant to say "taxidermied")
CA: Oh, yes. I used to get big rubbish bags and get
them to run into the rubbish bags and tie up the bags and throw them outside
and they’d have to gnaw their way out. I suppose first time I came to Canada I
was still having mice on my dress.
GAR: I heard you had a difficult time opening for
Aerosmith recently.
CA: Their audiences were very boisterous and we used
to have to dodge the bottles and it was scary. I always used to come offstage
thinking I’d been in a car accident. It was a test, I suppose. I suppose that’s
why I used to run around the stage a lot – I was always trying to dodge things!
GAR: (Conversation turns to her sexy / aggressive
image and the men in the audience)
CA: I always try to relate to females as well. It’s a
family thing! (Laughs). I believe in reproduction – I think it’s the essence of
human nature.
GAR: (Somehow we start talking about prostitution)
CA: I think prostitutes give us girls a rest. I think
it’s a good thing and they should be looked after more. Obviously men have got
these very primitive primal urges and basic needs and prostitutes seem to
satisfy that. It’s a shame when they seem to be sadly neglected by society and
shoved under the carpet when they do society a big service. These days it’s not
Irma La Douce anymore: they’re all junkies now and they’re treated badly and I
think they should be treated better.
GAR: (I suggest Amphlett’s attitude was probably
shaped by her own experiences in jail. Sharing cells with prostitutes had
probably given them a human face for her. In her teens, a backpacking Amphlett had been jailed for an astonishing six weeks for being a "suspected drug addict" in Spain)
CA: In Spain, a lot of the prostitutes in prison were
either French or Moroccan and they were very young girls. It’s a shame when
they become junkies and they’re not looked after better. I just feel sorry for
them. It’s a necessity.
GAR: You’ve actually been in prison twice. The second
time was more recently, for unpaid parking tickets.
CA: Yeah, yeah, yeah. (Wearily). I didn’t pay my
parking tickets. They put me in a cell with an armed robber and a baby killer,
a woman who put her baby in the oven. It was scary. I was only in for a couple
of days. It’s not a very nice play to be.
I’ve always been
interested in all facets of life, not with my blinkers on. I suppose that’s why
I’ve always gravitated towards red light districts. I’ve wanted to know not
just the surface, but what goes on underneath. I think that maybe shows in my
voice, that I have lived.
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