/ Shake it!! Another Day, Another Man (1966) directed by Doris Wishman /
Empress of Fur at the 13 July 2013 Lobotomy Room. Photo by Chris Magee of Bopflix
From the Facebook events page:
Out of the gutter and into your arms – LOBOTOMY ROOM returns to Paper Dress Vintage! It's the fourth ever Lobotomy Room: a Mondo Trasho evening of Beat, Beat Beatsville Beatnik Rock’n’Roll! Rockabilly Psychosis! Wailing Rhythm and Blues! Twisted Tittyshakers! Punk Cretin Hops! Kitsch! Exotica! Curiosities and other Weird Shit! 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!
And featuring a rare London appearance by special musical guests... the vicious EMPRESS OF FUR! Led by the Bettie Page-tastic Venus Raygun (a one-woman Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!), Empress of Fur answers the musical question “Why do the sweetest kittens have the sharpest claws?” – and rasp your freakin’ face off in the process with their raunchy Cramps-y punkabilly assault! Imagine the musical equivalent of a 1960s Russ Meyer film about go-go dancers on a homicidal rampage, and you’re on the right track.
Admission is FREE!! If you're working that night -- call in sick. If you're in prison -- BREAK OUT!
Saturday 13 July 2013 was the hottest night of the year – in more ways than one!
Sure, there were a few strikes against me that night: it was
so off-puttingly, oppressively Tennessee Williams- melodrama-hot that I suspect
loads of people opted to stay home rather than venture to an un-air conditioned
nightclub. It also didn’t help that the entire Northern Line (which services
Old Street, the closest tube station to the venue Paper Dress Vintage) was down
for engineering work all weekend. And desiccated monkey skeleton billionaires
The Rolling Stones were playing in Hyde Park on the same damn night and stole
some of my thunder (couldn't they have consulted me first?). But every time I do a Lobotomy Room it feels
like a triumph against adversity, and in spite of all that, the fourth-ever
Lobotomy Room was pretty damn successful, with Paper Dress Vintage full and
buzzing with the hip in-the-know bohemian elite.
In the beginning: the original line-up of Empress of Fur in 1995
Having the mighty Empress of Fur as the special musical guest at Lobotomy Room was a bit of a dream come true. I've known these crazy mofos since the mid-1990s, when I first started exploring the crème de la crème of London’s subterranean rock’n’roll clubs like the much-missed More than Vegas, the Frat Shacks and Virginia Creepers (which very much influenced what I’m trying to do with Lobotomy Room). In fact, when I interviewed Empress of Fur for quintessential American hardcore punk zine MAXIMUMROCKNROLL (I was their London correspondent, covering mostly garage punk and rockabilly, throughout the 1990s), it was at More than Vegas. The issue of MRR with my Empress of Fur interview came out in July 1995 – talk about coming full circle! What I wrote about them then remains true:
Empress of Fur – England’s sexiest band? The question is rhetorical. Of course they are. Check out their recently-released six song debut CD How Does That Mad Bad Hawaiian Voodoo Grab You? (Raucous Records) for proof. The band (who have every line in Elvis’s 68 Comeback Special memorised) twang-out vicious rockabilly-burlesque, while perma-pouting front-woman Venus Raygun is like both Elvis and Ann-Margret in Viva Las Vegas morphed into one shapely body. Appropriately enough, I cornered them for a drunken, rambling (well, on my part anyway) interview deep in the bowels of London’s More than Vegas club, where they’d come to catch a performance by their friend Helen Shadow and her new band The Queen B’s.
I’ll always remember the first time I saw Empress of Fur, which
was purely by accident. It was at the Water Rat’s in Kings Cross. The band stirred
my brains with a spoon, stylishly incorporating aspects of so many of my
favourite things (Link Wray, The Cramps’ school of punk-y rockabilly, Russ
Meyer sexploitation films, 1940s and 50s exotic burlesque dancers); Venus was a
scathing front-woman, invoking the likes of Bettie Page and Tura Satana. At one
point there was a technical glitch, the band all left the stage except for
Venus, alone and scantily-clad in a sensational showgirl outfit. A drunken
woman in the audience (a total mouse burger / turdette) started heckling her,
and a riled-up Venus (glass of brandy in hand) was snapping back at her. It was
so antagonistic, confrontational and rock’n’roll, it gave me goose bumps! I've
always loved bands that create a sense of tension and drama. In fact, I've
always thought a typical Empress of Fur gig evokes the opening moments of Russ
Meyer’s 1965 B-movie masterpiece Faster Pussycat, Kill! Kill! when Varla, Rosie and
Billie are frantically go-go dancing while sweaty, leering men are shouting, “Go
baby, go!” Imagine that sustained for a whole hour.
Anyway, at this Lobotomy Room the truly majestic Empress of Fur took to the stage to the introductory music of Link Wray’s twangy Batman theme and finished by rampaging through “Garbage Man” (The Cramps’ finest moment), comprehensively rocking the freakin’ house (and freaking out a few squares) in between. Venus cavorted like a sex kitten gone berserk - think Ann-Margret in Tommy, minus the baked beans and soap bubbles.
Empress of Fur photos by Chris Magee of Bopflix (loads more great shots on my flickr page. In that second last one you can see me in bottom left corner, wearing a fez)
Musically, I pretty much cleaved to my established template of creating a sense of the exotic, pagan and taboo with kitschy Mondo Tiki exotica, gradually cranking up the tempo with more raucous rhythm and blues and rockabilly, until finally blasting everyone’s faces off with punk freak-outs at the end of the night when we’re all liquored-up and feeling aggressive (I may just be speaking for myself here). Why mess with the formula?
As I've said before, leather-clad punk grandma Edith Massey (1918-1984) is the patron saint of Lobotomy Room. Playing two essential statements by her (“Big Girls Don’t Cry” and “Punks Get Off The Grass”) felt de rigueur. Massey’s wonderfully awful voice suggests cockroaches scuttling over a trash can lid – which is the sound of Lobotomy Room.
/ Flyer for Edith Massey (aka Pink Flamingo's Mama Edie) performing a club gig towards the end of her life -- accompanied by an all-girl punk rock band! And a screening of Desperate Living! Ah, for a time machine. (Via) /
Beautiful women dancing at Lobotomy Room! The glamorous Joelle (in leopard print dress) and friend. I seem to recall they were dancing to "Little Girl" by John and Jackie
Other noteworthy tracks I played: obviously the music of the tempestuous Ike and Tina Turner is like oxygen for me. I’m currently obsessed by “Tina’s Dilemma”, the B-side to the Turners’ stone cold 1961 classic “I Idolize You” which deserves to be far better known. It’s a great rhythm and blues rave-up, the sound of Ike and Tina at their most frenzied, with Tina and the Ikettes wailing like their lives depend on it. (With the scary and unstable pistol-packing Ike behind the production desk, maybe their lives were depending on it). I particularly love the campy, sarcastic call-and-response vocals exchanged between Tina and the Ikettes: “Hey, Tina!” “Yes, ‘ettes?” which builds until queen bee Tina gets exasperated (“But Tina!” “Now what?!”).
Beautiful women dancing at Lobotomy Room! The glamorous Joelle (in leopard print dress) and friend. I seem to recall they were dancing to "Little Girl" by John and Jackie
Other noteworthy tracks I played: obviously the music of the tempestuous Ike and Tina Turner is like oxygen for me. I’m currently obsessed by “Tina’s Dilemma”, the B-side to the Turners’ stone cold 1961 classic “I Idolize You” which deserves to be far better known. It’s a great rhythm and blues rave-up, the sound of Ike and Tina at their most frenzied, with Tina and the Ikettes wailing like their lives depend on it. (With the scary and unstable pistol-packing Ike behind the production desk, maybe their lives were depending on it). I particularly love the campy, sarcastic call-and-response vocals exchanged between Tina and the Ikettes: “Hey, Tina!” “Yes, ‘ettes?” which builds until queen bee Tina gets exasperated (“But Tina!” “Now what?!”).
Another eternal source of inspiration is the soundtracks of
sleaze king filmmaker John Waters. So it was like Christmas day when journalist
and man-about-town Kevin Allman, my friend in New Orleans, emailed me an mp3 of
American doom-grunge maestros The Melvins’ slow, sludgy and metallic death-punk
deconstruction of the theme tune to Waters’ epic Female Trouble (1974). The
Melvins take the original (sung of course, by raspy-voiced Divine) and filter
it through their trademark awesomely heavy, post-Black Sabbath grind’n’caterwaul
sensibility.
Anyway, it sounds like luxuriating in dark, fetid slime and fits perfectly alongside Lobotomy Room staples by Turbonegro, The Dirtbombs and The Voluptuous Horror of Karen Black. (Speaking of which: it was gratifying to look up and see people enthusiastically moshing and singing along to Voluptuous Horror of Karen Black’s “Underwear Drawer.” The song is surely a putrid classic in-waiting).
Anyway, it sounds like luxuriating in dark, fetid slime and fits perfectly alongside Lobotomy Room staples by Turbonegro, The Dirtbombs and The Voluptuous Horror of Karen Black. (Speaking of which: it was gratifying to look up and see people enthusiastically moshing and singing along to Voluptuous Horror of Karen Black’s “Underwear Drawer.” The song is surely a putrid classic in-waiting).
A sampling of glamour shots of Lobotomy Room attendees:
Bettie Page fringe convention: Mandy and Sally
The Dan-ster and Mia, Guatemala's finest export
Gritty Yorkshire lass Rachael, flashing me her polka dot What Katie Did bullet bra. The low point of the night was leaning over to speak to a seated Rachael later on -- and splashing my beer all down her chic black dress in the process. Can you say cringe! Luckily she was (relatively) forgiving
Mamie Van Doren-style platinum blonde Lauren and French silver fox Dominique
Dominique and Christopher (we get cute boys at Lobotomy Room)
Mia and I (don't look at my sweat patches; and my fez is on crooked), with Martin and Rachael gurning in the background
Two Welsh hunks: Pal and Julian
Tattoo convention: Julian and Sally
Rachael and Michael Diop
Rachael and I (this was after I'd splashed her with beer. What. A. WOMAN).
Off-stage / post-show Venus Raygun and Matt
Pal throwing some shapes
Heavy petting: Lauren and Pal
Venus and I (Empress of Fur drummer Edward on the right)
Charlie
Lauren collapsed at the end of the night (I can relate to how she felt)
Taita Inty (Virgin of The Sun God) - Yma Sumac
The Girlfriend of the Whirling Dervish - Martin Denny
Monkey Bird - The Revels
Voodoo / Voodoo Dreams - Les Baxter
Camel Walk - The Saxons
Misirlou - Laurindo Almedia and The Bossa Nova All-Stars
Night Walk - The Swingers
Slow Walk - Sil Austin
Kizmiaz - The Cramps
Hanky Panky - Nancy Sit
Drive In - The Jaguars
Little Miss Understood - Connie Stevens
Little Queenie - Bill Black Combo
Mama Looka Boo Boo (Shut Your Mouth - Go Away) - Robert Mitchum
Don' Wanna - Wanda Jackson
Go Calypso - Mamie Van Doren
Train to Nowhere - The Champs
Tonight You Belong to Me - Patience and Prudence
People Ain't No Good - The Cramps
You're Driving Me Crazy - Dorothy Berry
Kruschev Twist - Melvin Gayle
Tina's Dilemma - Ike and Tina Turner
Uptown to Harlem - Johnny Thunders and Patti Palladin
Mambo Baby - Ruth Brown
I Love the Life I Live - Esquerita
Rawhide - Link Wray
Dance with Henry - Ann-Margret
Intoxica - The Centurions
The Whip - The Frantics
Salamander - Mamie Van Doren
Bombora - The Original Surfaris
Jim Dandy - Sara Lee and The Spades
Rip It Up - Little Richard
Vesuvius - The Revels
Margaya - The Fender Four
Muleskinner Blues - The Fendermen
Shortnin' Bread - The Readymen
Boss - The Rumblers
Dragon Walk - The Noblemen
Wiped-Out - The Escorts
Sweet Little Pussycat - Andre Williams
Breathless - Arlie Neaville
Heartbreak Hotel - Buddy Love
Rock Around the Clock - The Sex Pistols
Little Girl - John and Jackie
Breathless - X
Caterpillar Crawl - The Strangers
Tunnel of Love - Wanda Jackson
Sweetie Pie - Eddie Cochran
Somethin' Else - Sid Vicious
Big Girls Don't Cry - Edith Massey
Mean Muthafuckin' Man - Wayne County and The Electric Chairs
Pass the Hatchet - Roger and The Gypsies
Chicken Grabber - The Nite Hawks
Bombie - Johnny Sharp and The Yellow Jackets
What Do You Think I Am? Ike and Tina Turner
Club Delight - Jack "Big Daddy" Jolly
Get off the Road (She-Devils on Wheels theme song) - Herschell Gordon Lewis
Beat Party - Ritchie and The Squires
The Big Bounce - Shirley Caddell
Hand-clapping Time - The Fabulous Raiders
Roll with Me Henry - Etta James
Punks Get Off The Grass - Edith Massey
Mamma's Boy - The Ramones
You Give Me Worms - Turbonegro
Can't Stop Thinking About It - The Dirtbombs
Underwear Drawer - The Voluptuous Horror of Karen Black
Female Trouble - The Melvins
I Walk Like Jayne Mansfield - The 5,6,7,8s
That Makes It - Jayne Mansfield
Devil In Disguise - Elvis Presley
Fools Rush In - Ricky Nelson
C'mon Everybody - Sid Vicious
Elle est terrible - Johnny Hallyday
Skull and Crossbones - Sparkle Moore
Go Motherfucker Go - Nashville Pussy
Media Blitz - The Germs