Adam Ant

A shirtless Adam Ant sings into the microphone during the Dirk Wears White Sox era
Glam punk's once and future king.

The man, the myth, the legend: Adam Ant was the reason I got into music in the first place. You've heard that one before? Well, hear it again. His brand of inspired glam pop appealed to my youthful sensibilities from day one, and imbued as it was with an undeniable staying power, it's stayed with me ever since. Endlessly vibrant and evocative, his music just refuses to grow old. Much like The B-52's freewheeling rave-ups like Rock Lobster and Private Idaho, Adam's music transcends its chart-bothering new wave origins to reach upward and grasp at something truly primal. In fact, it's this quality that defines his music, in the end.

A scene taken from the Kings Of The Wild Frontier music video with Adam Ant singing, Chris Hughes on drums and Marco Pirroni playing his guitar
Adam Ant and his right hand man, Marco Pirroni

Chris Hughes in background

The key thing to remember with Adam Ant is that he's an apparently endless font of pop songcraft, hurling hooks all around the shop like they were going out of style. With partner-in-crime Marco Pirroni on guitar, he blazed an unconventional path through the 1980s (a story told on the radio waves as much as anyone this side of Prince and Michael Jackson). Yet even on his earliest punk-era sides — recorded with his original Ants in a totally different configuration — his songs seemed to be happening on any number of planes, shifting and gliding piece by piece with deft precision and a phenomenal play of tension. Rhythmic inventiveness played a crucial role in his music from the word go, with the various components of those rhythms interlocking and turning like gears in this dynamic sonic machine.

Adam And The Ants Young Parisians Do It

The first recorded evidence of the man's vision was the Young Parisians, released in 1978 in the interim between punk's initial reign and its protracted flame out into post punk's wild kaleidoscope in shades of grey. The a-side is a strung out music hall number, sounding almost like The Kinks circa Muswell Hillbillies, even going so far as to weave a subtle jazz café saxophone into the proceedings. From the lyrics on down to the sound itself, the trademark offbeat sense of humor was already firmly in place. Sonically speaking, however, the b-side proved to be far more representative of things to come.

On the face of it, Lady is a prototypical punk tune, but its composite rhythm and start-stop dynamics almost give it a sense of running to stand still. The closest comparison here would be Wire circa Pink Flag, with their deconstructed brand of arty punk minimalism, while Elastica certainly took a page or two out of the Ants' playbook years later. Adam himself already a maddeningly charismatic frontman, strutting and pouting like Ziggy Stardust's long lost nephew. An auspicious debut to be sure: it was already strikingly apparent that great things were in store for Adam And the Ants...

Adam And The Ants Zerox Do It

However, it's on the follow up single Zerox/Whip In My Valise that things really begin to take flight. Pay attention now: this is probably my favorite 7" single ever recorded. With its dusty highway motorik beat and chiming corridors of guitar, Zerox offers up a crystal clear vision of post-Television rock that nevertheless manages to sneak trace amounts of Chuck Berry contraband in through the back door (Can't Catch Me and a battered copy of The Great Twenty-Eight stashed inside the sleeve for Never Mind The Bollocks). With guitars and even what sounds like vibraphones ringing out into the horizon, spilling over the record's grooves as Adam's spiky falsetto soars across the top (vocals ravishing on multiple planes), it's like Neu! playing Top Of The Pops decked out in biker leather.

Neu! Neu! '75 Brain

Whip In My Valise is even better, starting at a dirge-like rock-hard pace, it nevertheless retains the Ants' trademark turn-on-a-dime rhythmic panache with monster beats and no-nonsense drum fills beneath a monster pile up of overloaded guitars. Then, as if that weren't enough already, it kicks into overdrive with a punk rock rave up, careening off the rails with the pedal to the metal before it all winds down again (relatively speaking) for the final curtain call in stark black-and-white newsprint savagery. The lyrics home in on a number of Adam's favorite themes early on: bondage, sado-masochism and leather. The music itself is just as savage, if not more so. One of the great hard rock slabs of the era, I can't think of anything else remotely like it.

Adam And The Ants Dirk Wears White Sox Do It

This undeniably unique sonic vision is writ large on Adam And The Ants' debut album, Dirk Wears White Sox. Tracing a jagged line from the art-damaged punk minimalism of the early 7" singes through a sort of candy-coated post punk, it straddles the line between an almost classic rock iconography and the tautness of the new wave vanguard more closely than anything else from its era. Cartrouble Parts 1 & 2 embodies this sentiment, with the lockstep punk funk groove of the first part ultimately giving way to Part 2's no-nonsense power pop joyride. Whatever they tried their hand at, the Mk. I Ants could do no wrong.

The Mk. I Ants hang out on a street corner sometime in the late 70s
The Mk. I Ants (from left):

Matthew Ashman, Andy Warren, Adam Ant and Dave Barbarossa

Family Of Noise and Digital Tenderness ride clockwork rhythms with almost ludicrous precision, red hot strings and beats turning on a dime as Adam weaves those inimitable vocals through the fray with singular panache (at one point he even quotes The Beatles' She Loves You with a wink and a grin). Shards of brittle punk rock like Day I Met God and Kick draw up a template that bands like Elastica and Franz Ferdinand would later live to emulate, while Nine Plan Failed operates at a much slower pace, veering from a sort of broken-glass minimalism into psych-damaged, almost British Invasion-style harmonies in the chorus before diving into a bracing proto-industrial coda.

Adam Ant and Trent Reznor get into it onstage while the latter plays guitar
Adam Ant and Trent Reznor perform live onstage

I've often wondered at this coda's similarities with Nine Inch Nails' epochal Closer, and what with Trent Reznor's well-documented habit of covering Physical You're So, consider me intrigued. Adam even joined him onstage on one occasion, during a period in the mid-nineties when Reznor was rumored to be a possible producer for the ill-fated follow up to Wonderful. That's one of the great lost opportunities right there, especially when one considers David Bowie's contemporary dalliance with industrial on 1.Outside and I'm Afraid Of Americans (Reznor behind the boards for the radio mix of the latter and chasing the Thin White Duke through New York City in the video). Anyway, Nine Inch Nails/Nine Plan Failed... is there a little similarity here? Whoah... I think there is!

Adam And The Ants Dirk Wears White Sox U.S. Version Epic

Dirk Wears White Sox was later repackaged for the American market by Epic records. This is where I came in, so perhaps I'm biased, but for my money this is very much the stronger record. A little more schizophrenic, perhaps, but all the more interesting for it. Bookended by the excellent Zerox/Whip In My Valise single (neither side of which was included on the original album), the album adds pounding re-recordings of Cartrouble (Part 2 only, though!) and Kick! (both taken from the Cartrouble EP), which introduce a glittering new wave sheen and Burundi rhythms (added at the behest of Malcolm McLaren, who was the band's manager for a minute before stealing Adam's backing band and forming Bow Wow Wow).

Of course, Adam would have the last laugh in the end...

Adam And The Ants Kings Of The Wild Frontier Epic

The swashbuckling Kings Of The Wild Frontier heralded the triumphant return of Adam with a whole new cast of Ants, rounded out by Chris Hughes, Terry Lee Miall, Kevin Mooney and the great Marco Pirroni. This is where the classic Antmusic sound is born, delivering a glam pop smash in the right place at the right time, just as the MTV era was dawning. With his strange charisma and deft eye for striking fashion, Adam was a natural star, a perfect fit for the era. The fact that he was a brilliant songwriter with a voice unlike any other — alternately searing, plummy and soaring — was practically snuck in subliminally within the Trojan Horse of pageantry and style.

The Mk. II Ants take in a photo shoot
The Mk. II Ants (from left):

Chris Hughes, Kevin Mooney, Adam Ant, Terry Lee Miall and Marco Pirroni

As if to prove the point, the title track and Dog Eat Dog perfect the mad Burundi rhythm/new wave mash up from the Cartrouble/Kick reworks. With monstrous slabs of guitar and a towering chanted chorus, they took it to another level altogether, with a sound that remains as potent as ever. It's easy to take it for granted with the benefit of hindsight, but what a curiously brilliant racket they work up here! This is truly sublime stuff, on the level of When The Levee Breaks or Voodoo Chile Slight Return. Imagine being 14 and mainlining on this stuff... well, I was a lucky kid in that respect (and best believe I count my blessings every day!).

The Ants set sail on a pirate ship
Hoist up the jolly roger!

However, it's worth noting that the record is far more varied than its relatively straightforward neo-glam-pop reputation might have you believe. I mean, Jolly Roger is an honest to goodness sea shanty! 'Antmusic' plays it relatively straight, with a pristine pop bounce to its strange new wave rockabilly, while the minimalistic Don't Be Square Be There keys into the arty punk funk of Cartrouble Part 1 (Adam never really left his post/punk roots behind, and they always seem to crop up in the most unlikely places). In passing, I wonder whether the subtle rockabilly undercurrent running right through his discography (manifesting most noticeably in Vive Le Rock) is more crucial to the sound than previously understood?

The Beatles Please Please Me Parlophone

Just take a look at The Magnificent Five, which hovers somewhere between Antmusic and Dog Eat Dog, its heavy rhythm undercut by yet more sparkling guitar and a playful bridge/chorus contrast that simply no one else would have thought of. For some reason, the song's gleeful bounce always makes me think of The Beatles' cover version of The Shirelles' Boys (from the lad's debut album, Please Please Me), and yet the primal chest-thumping undercurrents are pure Adam Ant. With this sort of casual brilliance in such strong supply, one almost gets the impression he could toss this sort of thing off in his sleep.

Stylized photo of Dirty Harry with a gun, scanning for adversaries
Clint Eastwood is Dirty Harry

Two of the record's most atypical tunes are also among my favorite. Apparently, both were inspired by none other than Parallax hero Clint Eastwood. Taking a page out of the 1970s Dirty Harry/Parallax View playbook, Killer In The Home taps into the same claustrophobic dread as post punk visionaries like PIL and The Pop Group (see also Peter Gabriel's Intruder), its tempo ground down into pools of dejected guitar and blank-eyed paranoia in the verses before exploding into mad Burundi pummeling like a slow-motion Kings Of The Wild Frontier descending into a blood-soaked shootout.

Iconic shot of Blondie, aka The Man With No Name, from The Good, The Bad And The Ugly
The Man With No Name, Clint Eastwood

In contrast, the equally filmic Los Rancheros trades out the bleak cityscape of the crumbling 1970s for the wide-open sunset vistas of Sergio Leone's Spaghetti Westerns, its drifting Morricone breeze riding a shuffling backbeat and gorgeous guitar from Marco Pirroni backing a rare baritone vocal from Adam — all cowboy song, home on the range and westward bound on horseback — before slipping instantly into that trademark rockabilly help. Plus, you get the amusing thrill of ricocheting six-gun shots in the chorus and the realization that the backing vocals are simply repeating Clint... Eastwood! I still remember his performance at The Observatory for the Kings Of The Wild Frontier anniversary show, when he'd dart around the stage, reacting all theatrical to the recurring gunshots!

Adam And The Ants Prince Charming Epic

After the massive, panoramic sound and impact of Kings Of The Wild Frontier, Prince Charming couldn't help but be a slight let down. Largely picking up the thread of its successor, only with a slightly more inconsistent set of tunes (with a few glowing exceptions), it could almost be read as a straight sequel to Kings. However, dig a little deeper and you'll find significant strides made in the arrangement department, with tunes that swoop into unexpected bridges and soar across indelible choruses. Introducing an almost power pop sensibility lurking just below the surface, it offers up enticing hints of things to come. Indeed, a few of these songs sit firmly in the absolute upper echelon of Antmusic classics.

Curtis Mayfield Superfly Curtom

The opening Scorpios is pure magic, cutting a rakish path through The Mambo Kings and West Side Story-by-way-of-Alice Cooper Sharks vs. Jets musical flash to arrive at a soaring chorus. For whatever reason, it's always made me think of Curtis Mayfield percussion-heavy Superfly soundtrack more than anything else (we don't need no music, we got conga!). When Adam sings Hold up your head, you know I'm right, the street's the place, tonight's the night and then — just to hammer home the point — keeps belting out the niiiiiiiiight!, you damn sure know he means it. A skewed highlight of the record, it starts Prince Charming off as well as Dog Eat Dog had Kings Of The Wild Frontier, and perfectly sets the tone for everything to follow.

Leonard Bernstein West Side Story: Original Soundtrack Recording Columbia Masterworks

Less unrelenting than Kings' pummeling attack, the sound here has a lightness of touch, an offbeat rhythmic panache to match Adam's dandy image on the sleeve. Picasso Visita El Planeta De Los Simios echoes the strange pop stylings of Ants Invasion, but with a brilliant, almost tossed-off, jangling power pop hook conquering all in the chorus. Once again, no one else could have come up with that one! S.E.X. and That Voodoo! are cut from the same cloth — albeit slightly less transcendent — while Five Guns West is something of a Spaghetti Western sequel to Los Rancheros, this time with a set of lyrics that are subtly hilarious (I'm a big tough man with a big tough plan, gonna spend my life with a big tough wife)!

Adam Ant teaches the courtesans to dance the 'Prince Charming'
Scenes from the Prince Charming music video.

The title track starts with stylized mockery from the peanut gallery (ahaaa, eh-haaa!) set to a minimalist beat before Adam swoops in on rolling waves of strummed guitar bolero, giving the titular Prince Charming (in the music video, Adam as a Cinderella-type character) words of encouragement (ridicule is nothing to be scared of). Ultimately, baritone Morricone choirs enter the fray, and in the end even the peanut gallery are incorporated into the chorus itself, as if to say even the haters will only make you stronger. A solid moment — and a stranger one than one might initially realize — it managed to place #1 in the U.K. and even #38 in the U.S. dance charts.

Adam And The Ants Stand & Deliver Epic

However, the greatest track here — indeed, one of Adam's mightiest moments — is undoubtedly Stand And Deliver. It expands on the pounding pop of the big Kings tracks like Dog Eat Dog and its title track, indulging with ever more tricky movements and construction in the process, with yet more evidence of those deep Morricone chants backing Adam's soaring lead. In the era of new pop's triumphant ascent, where all sorts of strange sounds and imagery were storming the charts, it's without a doubt one of the crown jewels of the era. With the sun glowing deep red on the horizon, the Mk. II Ants ride off into the sunset one last time, before Adam and Marco split off on their own into uncharted territory...

Adam And The Ants 'Antmusic' Epic

Tangentially, it's impossible to talk about Stand And Deliver without mentioning its b-side, Beat My Guest, a phenomenal slab of punk noise resurrected from the Mk. I Ants era. With chainsaw guitars and an unhinged vocal performance from Adam, it would've fit in perfectly on Dirk Wears White Sox. That's actually not uncommon for his b-sides from this era: no matter how radio-friendly the single was, there was just no telling how raw the flipside would be. Oftentimes, these b-sides were punk-era tunes given a new lease on life, like Friends (b-side to Ant Rap) and Physical You're So (b-side to Dog Eat Dog), which — along with Beat My Guest — all dated back to the band's earliest Decca demos.

Adam And The Ants Dog Eat Dog Epic

Similarly punk-edged capers ensue with Fall-In (b-side to 'Antmusic'), while Physical and Red Scab (b-side to Goody Two Shoes) are ultra-heavy dirges that seem to draw up the blueprints for both grunge and industrial rock without a second thought. Like Whip In My Valise, I can't think of anything else remotely like them that had emerged by that point in time. The only possible exception would be something like Chrome — if you subtracted all the delicious space rock psychedelia — but this is straight up bass/guitar pressure driven by a heavy downbeat glam stomp: the sound that drove scores of bands a decade-plus later. Indeed, within this context Trent Reznor's patronage makes perfect sense.

Adam Ant B-Side Babies Epic/Legacy

Rather helpfully, Epic's 1994 compilation B-Side Babies mops up most everything that appeared on every Adam Ant b-side for the label (spanning from Kings Of The Wild Frontier to Vive Le Rock). Most of this material was actually not included on either the Antbox or Adam Ant Remastered box sets, rendering it absolutely invaluable for any and all Adam Ant fanatics looking for some of that Digital Tenderness. Since Adam was as consistently great with his b-sides as he was with his album cuts, this compilation is a fabulous listen in its own right.

Adam Ant Friend Or Foe Epic

Nowhere is this consistency more apparent than Friend Or Foe, an absolute romp of an album. It's my second-favorite Ant album, in fact, after the peerless Dirk Wears White Sox (which is a whole other kettle of fish anyway). This is the first one billed to Adam Ant alone, although Marco has been retained on guitar, with a new group of Ants formed around him. Continuing the high-conceptual arc of the previous two records, Adam's idea here is a New Orleans-inspired fusion of horn-driven Mardi Gras atmosphere and his by-now-trademark Burundi beats (you've gotta hand it to him... the man habitually dreams up these strange scenarios no one else would even dream of!). It wound up being another stroke of genius, of course, with another set of songs that sound like little else around.

Adam Ant Friend Or Foe Epic

The title track and Desperate But Not Serious both extend logically from pounding earlier singles like Dog Eat Dog and Kings, even as they veer into fresh territory with a juke joint swing and eerie dread splendor. Best believe, this music is tight! Not one note out of place, the horn charts throughout are razor sharp, sparring as they do with those stomping rhythms to build up a great towering wall of sound. Goody Two Shoes and Place In The Country take this new sound in a rootsy, down-home direction, all bouncy rhythms, banjo and a sing-a-long chorus. As one might expect, this all makes for a great party album.

Marco Pirroni and Adam Ant doing it up like rock stars
Marco Pirroni and Adam Ant on stage circa Friend Or Foe

And that's just the singles... nearly everything else here is their equal. Made Of Money just might be my favorite thing here, with another incursion of pure power pop magic over thunderous Burundi, while Try This On For Sighs ain't too far behind with its lingering shades of Pirroni/Morricone in full effect for the chorus. Here Comes The Grump is the record's straight-up new wave number, all jangling guitars and deep blue atmosphere, while Cajun Twisters is a dubbed-to-oblivion slow-motion discomix groove driven by a pounding backbeat and weary moonlight horns. A minor highlight that I never tire of, this track is firmly in Parallax Pier territory, no question.

Adam Ant Strip Epic

I've often thought Cajun Twisters should have served as the blueprint for Friend Or Foe's follow up LP. Notionally, at least, Strip does seems to follow its lead, but unfortunately comes up mostly missing the indelible hooks and dubbed-out splendor. Obviously, the album is devoted to one of Adam's favorite subjects (three guesses what that is), with the man playing the part of the sophisticated lover straight off the pages of an Alexandre Dumas novel. The title track is a charming enough bit of new romanticism, particularly its soaring rejoinder (Don't freeze up girl, you're looking quite a sight) and baroque/Philly soul strings, but I've never much cared for Puss'n Boots, the album's other big single. We're not in The Wild Frontier anymore, that much is certain.

Adam Ant and Phil Collins: just a couple of showmen
Adam Ant and Phil Collins in the studio

The album was produced by none other than Phil Collins, and the sound here is thoroughly standard 1980s dance pop, slotting in comfortably with late-period purveyors of new pop like Kajagoogoo and the Culture Club. The trouble is, Adam's always been at his best when seducing the freaks, but here he seems to be serenading the good girls. As a result, the sound here is rather ordinary — with all the strangeness beveled away — and with Adam Ant, that's nothing short of a tragedy.

Culture Club Kissing To Be Clever Virgin

However, the real problem here is a mysterious absence of the sort of peerless hooks Adam had previously tossed off in his sleep. Songs like Baby, Let Me Scream At You and Playboy just don't grab me like the monster tunes in seemingly endless supply on Friend Or Foe. The filmic sweep of a tune like Spanish Games — with its soaring brass and strings evoking images of Don Juan and Joaquín Rodrigo's widescreen epics — is quite striking, actually, but it still misses that trademark watertight Antmusic punch. Similarly, Libertine works up a rather cool Walking On The Moon-esque sound, but once again the song itself suffers by comparison to everything that's come before.

Big Audio Dynamite Tighten Up Vol. '88 Columbia

Still, there's a handful of minor pleasures to be found here. Vanity (apparently about the titular front-woman of the Prince-produced Minneapolis dance sensation Vanity 6) is an understated dance pop number that works its way under your skin ever so subtly, sounding like a minor ABC tune (or even something off Gang Of Four's Hard), while Montreal's falsetto chorus is utterly absorbing. I could listen to Montreal for hours. In some way that I can't quite articulate, it almost sounds like a precursor to Big Audio Dynamite circa Tighten Up Vol. '88 (in fact, hearing it again just now it does sound fairly Pier itself).

Image of Adam with a woman in the stable, from the rear sleeve of the Strip album.
Strip rear sleeve

And despite its place in the boneyard, Navel To Neck is one of the most engaging moments here, full of just the sort of tightly-wound hooks that seem to be missing elsewhere on the album... it even sneaks in a bit of understated Burundi drumming for old time's sake! It's the one moment on the record to indulge in that brilliant play of tension that one expects from an Adam Ant record. Even so, for me Strip is the first real disappointment in the man's discography, and — if I'm being honest — doesn't hit the decks all that often.

Adam Ant Vive Le Rock Epic

Fortunately, the man returned to form two years later with Vive Le Rock. Now this is more like it. Produced by great Tony Visconti (the man behind the boards for the lion's share of David Bowie and T. Rex's seventies records), this gathers up all the latent power pop strands running through Adam's back catalog and goes right for the jugular. The verses of the title track seem to take their lead from ZZ Top's contemporary string of sleek MTV blues singles, but then the soaring chorus hits and you're flying the friendly skies with Adam Ant on wave after wave of glittering glam energy (Bang bang you're dead, did not did too... Look out! Rockers going Star Wars!).

Adam Ant Apollo 9 Orbit Mix Epic

Adam's vision this time out was a sort of space age rock 'n roll, with the thunderous Apollo 9 setting the tone for Adam's wild-eyed retro/future visions (apparently coinciding with what this helpful Pinterest chart dubs Atompunk). Released a year prior, Apollo 9 had originally come in three flavors spread across various singles: the Blast Off Mix, Orbit Mix and François Kevorkian's Splashdown Re-Mix (see also his contemporary remix of Kraftwerk's The Telephone Call). On Vive Le Rock, you get the Blast Off Mix. Adam's idea here is a fascinating mash up of fifties rockabilly (No Zap), biker rock-by-way-of-Devo (Hell's Eight Acres) and chugging new wave (Razor Keen), all given a BIG mid-eighties sound with a glistening sheen, as if a classic muscle car had been outfit with jet rocket propulsion.

The Tornadoes The Original Telstar: The Sounds Of The Tornadoes London

In a brilliant twist, period anachronisms abound, from the Dr. Strangelove reference in Human Bondage Den (Can't fight here, this is the war room) to P.O.E. name-checking Nikita Khrushchev for the album's priceless cold war-inspired hoedown finale. And dig that Carl Perkins guitar quote in the intro to Hell's Eight Acres! It's as if the record was recorded in some cold war nexus where the Apollo program happened ten years earlier and Buddy Holly got to watch the moon landing on live TV. Really, what'd be so bad about that? When all is said and done, this might just be Adam's most high-concept record of all, bringing to mind the original space rockers like The Tornadoes and The Ventures.

The Vive Le Rock-era Ants
The Vive Le Rock-era Ants (from left to right):

"Count" Bogdan Wiczling, Marco Pirroni, Adam Ant and Chris DeNiro

Fortunately, the songs themselves are just as good as the concept. In fact, the two singles might be the weakest tunes here! Dig a little deeper and the ebullient Miss Thing has the most shameless hooks this side of The Libertines' Up The Bracket, while the bouncing rockabilly of Mohair Lockeroom Pin-Up Boys sounds like Kings Of The Wild Frontier if it had come out on Sun Records circa 1956 (albeit with booming mid-eighties production).

My absolute favorite moment here is Rip Down, which I've always thought was among Adam's greatest songs ever, capturing the glimmer of pure joy in its chorus (I was wounded, she was beautiful) and even sneaking in those Burundi drums one last time for good measure. That it wasn't released as a single is an absolute shame... it's far too catchy to have not made a splash, even in the high tech flash 'n glare of 1985.

Exposed overlay of skull smoking cigarette, biker smoking cigarette and the back of leather jacket emblazoned with the words 'Scorpio Rising'.
Scenes from Kenneth Anger's Scorpio Rising

The cherry on the top of this whole 1950s extravaganza is that there's just a hint of Adam's penchant for offbeat debauchery sprinkled into the proceedings. Vive Le Rock name-checks Tom Of Finland, the fifties-era artist known for homo-erotic drawings (typically of musclebound bikers), while Scorpio Rising references Kenneth Anger's short film of the same name (about — once again — bikers). The awesome Human Bondage Den (included only on CD and cassette versions of the album), speaks for itself, rounding out another one of Adam's utterly unique sonic visions. Sadly, the record flopped and Adam took a protracted break from music to try his hand at acting.

Fortunately for us, the world hadn't yet heard the last of Adam Ant...

Adam Ant Manners & Physique MCA

After a five year stint in front of the camera, appearing in movies like Spellcaster and Nomads (the latter alongside future Bond man Pierce Brosnan!), Adam Ant began to map out his return to the world of pop music. In the intervening years between 1985 and 1990, the pop music landscape had changed considerably. The booming drums and chugging post-new wave groove of the mid-eighties had given way to hip hop beats, Teddy Riley's crisp swingbeat rhythms, club music and even the relatively organic sounds of alternative creeping into the mainstream.

Classy shot of the great André Cymone decked out in period attire
André Cymone: Minneapolis Man

Never one to shy away from change, Adam drafted in Prince's right hand man André Cymone behind the boards for an in-depth exploration of the dance electric. Much has been made of the record's shift in sound, as if Adam's sound were lost in the machinery. Indeed, folks allergic to the glossy production values of the pre-Nevermind era's will no doubt balk at its drum machine-driven sound. Scratch beneath the surface, however, and you'll find that a solid third of the album keys into Adam's latent power pop tendencies. The truth of the matter is that Manners & Physique is, in its way, as strange and multifaceted as any other Ant LP you'd care to mention.

Adam Ant Rough Stuff MCA

Besides, the dance stuff is great in its own right. I'll admit that I'm biased — this was the second Adam Ant album I bought (after Wonderful but before Dirk Wears White Sox) — and the record's early-nineties sound never bothered me. Still, I think an honest listen to the songs themselves would tease out loads of things to love. Room At The Top was the big hit here, complete with another one of Adam's high-concept videos, keying into of-the-moment sonics with its swingbeat rhythm, Bell Biv DeVoe bassline, synth brass and ultra-compressed guitars. Along with Rough Stuff and the title track, it represents the album's dalliance with the era's dance pop forms, and with Cymone behind the boards, you know you're in good hands.

Nine Inch Nails Pretty Hate Machine TVT

In a fascinating twist, a couple dancefloor moments set their sights past the dance pop highlife and onto the seedy underbelly of eurodance and industrial. U.S.S.A. is a stomping slab of pop industrial, sounding like some catwalk take on Pretty Hate Machine, with sampled group chants and strange echoes of Bowie's Fame resounding in its DNA. Even better is Bright Lights Black Leather, a brilliant mirage of dirty shadows and cold neon, this peak-era eurodance picks up where the Eurythmics left off. It's as if the mask slips and Adam reveals his inner freak: it's dominatrix time again.

Scene from Blade Runner with projected Adam Ant posters against a rain-slicked column in the city
Bright Lights: Adam Ant's cameo in Blade Runner

This is your every lurid fantasy of sleazy Berlin clubland brought to life (definite shades of cyberpunk too, bringing to mind's Adam's chance appearance in Blade Runner). Marco Pirroni even manages to steal the show, pushing the whole thing into the sublime with moody interpolations of his trademark Morricone guitarwork. This absolutely should have been a single, with the full 12" treatment and a bevy of remixes. I can only imagine what sort of madness Kevin Saunderson, Mescalinum United or The Future Sound Of London would've wrought with it... the thought of what could have been is almost too much to bear!

The La's The La's Go! Discs

As I mentioned earlier, a sizable chunk of the album is given over to pure power pop. In fact, I'd make the case that a couple of these songs find Adam predicting the sound of nineties britpop alongside The La's and The Stone Roses. Look past the glossy production and a tune like If You Keep On sounds like the blueprint for the classic Blur sound (there's even a hint of Damon Albarn's pathos and sneer). It's essentially a perfect pop song, with Adam putting his peerless melodic gift in the service of a tune that could've been played anywhere. This is another one that should've been a single.

Adam Ant Can't Set Rules About Love MCA

The dreamlike ballad Can't Set Rules About Love was a single however, and the minor hit finds Adam the sophisticated loverman successfully emerging once and for all. I don't know if it ever cropped up in a movie, but it's lush, cinematic splendor would have been perfect for any number of romantic interludes on the silver screen. However, its the closing song Anger Inc. that is the real kicker, with a moody, portentous stomp and an excellent set of lyrics that culminate in the brilliant chorus:

Poor Jack Kerouac, riding with his paperback

Camus n the pocket of his army fatigues

It's kind of hard to spend your time keeping cans of soup in line

When you've been the waist gunner on a B-17

Beneath the glossy sheen of its (great) early-nineties production, it's this half of the album that laid the blueprint for where he'd go next.

Adam Ant Wonderful Capitol

After another five years (punctuated by the unreleased Persuasion album), Adam returned once again with the aptly-titled Wonderful. Recorded at Abbey Road Studios, it took the britpop thread of Manners & Physique back to basics, connecting with a certain band that also happened to record at Abbey Road and chiming in with the prevailing overcast sounds of alternative on rock radio. In a mirror image of its predecessor, Wonderful has all sorts of strange flourishes and a subtle psychedelia lurking just beneath its shimmering surface, giving the whole thing a subdued, dreamlike quality. It really is Wonderful...

An old shot of the Sports Arena Tower Records on a sunny day much like that fateful one in June 1995
The place where it all happened...

As I said earlier, this is where I came in. After years of digging the man's excellent Antics In The Forbidden Zone compilation, I finally took the plunge. This was actually the very first album I ever bought, truth be told... the beginning of the whole Parallax collection! I can remember it like it was yesterday: stopping off at the Tower Records by the Sports Arena — on the way home from Mission Beach — at the very beginning of the summer after the 8th grade. It wound up being the soundtrack to that whole summer, and it's stayed with me ever since. Honestly, in 2019 it sounds better than ever.

Classic rugged photo of Adam from the Wonderful booklet
Adam Ant: The Survivor

The thing that hits you immediately are a pair of spare, hard-hitting love songs, Won't Take That Talk and Wonderful. With the possible exception of Can't Set Rules About Love, this is miles away from anything we've ever heard from Adam, heartfelt, vulnerable and raw. Wonderful was the big hit this time out, with its almost folkish shades of alternative breaking into an unlikely understated dance beat, but Won't Take That Talk gives it a run for its money, with a strong sense of raw emotion shining from its every pore. What's particularly striking is the intimate, personal nature of these songs. We're certainly a long way off from the pageantry of Prince Charming, and this is one of those rare cases where that winds up being a very good thing.

Adam Ant Beautiful Dream Capitol

The snappy britpop of Alien and 1969 Again pick up where Manners & Physique songs like Young Dumb And Full Of It and Piccadilly left off, this time running in direct parallel with things like Blur's Parklife and Oasis' Definitely Maybe. Conversely, Beautiful Dream is a strange dance pop daydream that sounds unlike anything else I can think of, rocking the same eerie Weather Report sample that opened Portishead's Strangers just six months prior. It even slips into a bizarre breakbeat-driven calypso mid-section! Originally slated to be released as a single before being pulled at the last minute, Capitol should have pulled the trigger: this sort of skewed dancefloor magic would have fit right in with the year of Maxinquaye.

R.E.M. New Adventures In Hi-Fi Warner Bros.

Of course, there's eleven songs on this album, and something like eight of them could have been killer singles. Image Of Yourself is a soaring bit of alternative pop that finds Adam harmonizing with ghostly echoes and Marco bending guitar across it all in great arcing waves. Yin & Yang is even better, its spare desert folk exploding into a gorgeous cathedral of downbeat psychedelia around Adam's longing coo into the endless deep. It's all so moving and perfectly conceived, walking that zen tightrope between sadness and joy, it winds up sounding like some hymn eternal. It's probably the greatest moment here, and stands among Adam's finest songs from ANY era. Think The White Album meets The Bends meets The Joshua Tree meets New Adventures In Hi-Fi, and you'd still only be half the way there...

Pulp Different Class Island

Things get even more interesting on the album's second half. Vampires is a strange bit of skewed balladry, its verses unfolding in a lovely domino effect before crashing like a wave into the soaring chorus. I can't quite put my finger on what it reminds me of (Pulp? Nick Cave??), but Adam's crooning here is among his great vocal performances and proof-positive that he had one of the most distinctive pipes of the era. It's almost a relief that none of the trendy vampire shows/movies used it for their theme song (shh... it'd be perfect). The flipside to this underworld ballad is the heavenly sweep of Angel, which starts out as an almost ambient ballad before exploding into a flurry of percussion that carries it to a fabulous, soaring crescendo:

For there are moments upon moments upon moments...

When you hardly seem to walk the earth.

Adam And The Ants Live At The BBC Fuel 2000

The rollicking Gotta Be A Sin was the albums other single, and its moving enough in its album form, but what you really want is the acoustic version Adam cut live at the BBC (check Fuel 2000's Live At The BBC compilation). Like Lou Reed's Acoustic Demo of Hangin' 'Round, it takes the whole thing to a higher plane altogether. Perhaps most surprising of all, Very Long Ride closes the album with a huge question mark, featuring Adam's long-awaited return to the rap arena after the infamous Ant Rap (his worst song ever?). Shot through to its core with an abiding strangeness, it turned out to be a perfect signing off moment for Adam... a stretch of silence that would last nearly twenty years.

Adam Ant Antbox Capitol

The following decade was plagued by multiple false starts and ill-fated attempts at a new album (like the rumored Trent Reznor collaboration) There was also the notorious incident involving pub hecklers and a starter pistol (I'll leave it to you to look that one up!). However, there was a bevy of archival material released during this period that proved invaluable to longtime fans (not to mention the new ones). In the year 2000, Adam oversaw the compilation of the gorgeous Antbox box set, a three-disc overview of his back catalog complete with sought-after demo sessions and unreleased material.

Adam Ant Adam Ant Remastered Capitol

Five years later, Adam and Marco put together the Adam Ant Remastered box set, which featured lovingly restored CD versions of the first six albums augmented by a seventh disc of rarities and demos. This was actually how I finally got to hear the original British version of Dirk for the first time! I remember picking it up as soon as it showed up on the shelves, back when I was living at the 1808 (over by Balboa Park). It was a total revelation, and a part of the soundtrack to that year. Then, a few years later, he started playing live again. I caught him live for the first time in 2011, on The Good, The Mad And The Lovely Tour tour (his first large scale tour since Wonderful in 1995), which was an absolute romp. Much to my delight, there was an abundance of Dirk-era material, and Adam seemed totally reinvigorated.

Adam Ant Adam Ant Is The BlueBlack Hussar In Marrying The Gunner's Daughter BlueBlack Hussar

It proved to be more than a temporary revival, and Adam's spent the decade touring around all manner of concepts. There was even a new record, his first in nearly twenty years, the sprawling Adam Ant Is The BlueBlack Hussar In Marrying The Gunner's Daughter. A stunning return to his conceptual excursions of yore, it was full of moments like Cool Zombie, Stay In The Game, Shrink and Bullshit, which seemed to tie all of the man's faces and phases into one triumphant saga. Incredibly raw in places, with Adam's voice ragged from time to time, it nevertheless proved to be a triumphant return for glam punk's once and future king. The whole affair was emblematic of Adam's casual brilliance and never say die spirit. It's certainly been great to have him back...

Adam Ant still going strong, 40 years on.
Adam Ant back with a vengeance in the 21st century

Which brings us up to the present day. Adam's currently touring around the Friend Or Foe album, a revue that I desperately hope makes it to the West Coast (I absolutely must hear Cajun Twisters live). I managed to catch him on the Kings Of The Wild Frontier tour, and it was another great show. There was definitely something special to the whole affair, with the music retaining its strange, vital edge, and Adam himself in fine offbeat form. It's a testament to his original vision(s) that all of this works so well in the here-and-now, his music and stage presence still burning with a primal brilliance after all these years.

So here I am at the end of this whole extended tribute to Adam Ant, and I still don't feel like I've done the man justice. Perhaps it's all just to personal, hitting too close to home for me to even articulate everything this music meant to me (and means to me still). I think this is some of the best pop music ever laid down, in its own era or any other, shot through with a stylized drama running right through its core. And then there's Adam Ant, at the eye of the storm, doing his inimitable thing.

Whether you're talking about the punk-era angular madness or the classic-era Antmusic glam theater, or even those years in the nineties when he was trying to sound ordinary, there was never any danger of mistaking him for anyone else. He was far too good for that. Whether you're talking about the punk-era angular madness or the classic-era Antmusic glam theater, or even those years in the nineties when he was trying to sound ordinary, there was never any danger of mistaking him for anyone else. He was far too good for that.

Sneaker Pimps – Becoming X

Sneaker Pimps Becoming X

Clean Up 1996

The Sneaker Pimps Becoming X was the very last record to be cut from the British Invasion 25, and it was a painful cut to be sure. I still remember the day I picked it up in the first place, right in the middle of the long summer of '97,1 and it made a huge impact on me right away (this when I was immersed in all things trip hop and techno). Everyone knows the dreamlike hit single 6 Underground, a deserved favorite of the era no doubt, but I wonder how many people have heard the album it comes from? Becoming X is a very special record, poised at the nexus between alternative, dance and trip hop, sounding quite unlike anything else around.

The Beatles Revolver Parlophone

In fact, it's long been my contention that this LP is the Revolver of the 90s. A bold pronouncement, perhaps, but one that a dive into the record ultimately bears out. The other obvious contender that springs to mind immediately is Smith & Mighty's Bass Is Maternal, another great mid-decade trip hop LP. Both records play with cresting mid-nineties dance forms at the axis of synths, breakbeats and dub the same way The Beatles grappled with psychedelia in the heady daze of 1966.

Working up a rather disparate selection of adventurous material — almost as an exercise in musical r&d — each of these artists teased open myriad possibilities inherent to their respective forms. The fact that the songs themselves are so strong, indelible even, elevates all three albums to classic status. As much as anything else out there, these records seem to capture the spirit of their respective eras perfectly.

Classic photo of the Sneaker Pimps, with Kelli Dayton in the fore
Sneaker Pimps, circa Becoming X

The roots of the Sneaker Pimps lie in the duo of Chris Corner and Liam Howe, who started out recording early trip hop instrumentals under names like F.R.I.S.K. and Line Of Flight,2 with a version of their tune Take The Sun Away even showing up on the first volume of Wall Of Sound's genre-defining downbeat compilation Give 'Em Enough Dope. After putting out a couple records on the Clean Up imprint, the duo began to move in a more song-based direction, drafting in their mate Ian Pickering to pen some lyrics for the new compositions.

Chris Corner leans back into the nineties in a red turtleneck
Chris Corner in the nineties, a man before his time

With a twisted glamor and naturally dramatic flair, Chris Corner was the obvious frontman, even recording vocals for some of the group's earliest demos.3 However, the group ultimately decided that these songs lent themselves to a female vocalist. One suspects this was at least partially down to the prevailing climate of the time, with groups like Portishead, Moloko and Morcheeba all fronted by torch song chanteuses (Beth Gibbons, Róisín Murphy and Skye Edwards, respectively).

Suitably impressed after catching a performance of singer Kelli Dayton at a local pub, they invited her to join their fledgling group. Pulling in two more mates — Joe Wilson and David Westlake on drums and percussion — the group became the quintet that would give us Becoming X.

And just like that, the Sneaker Pimps were born...

Kelli Dayton belts another one out onstage
Kelly Dayton onstage, becoming x

Dayton's arrival proved fortunate, as her girlish, sardonic vocals and striking image were the perfect foil for the sound and songs laid down during the Becoming X sessions. Springing from a lineage stretching back through Madonna and the freestyle vocalists all the way to The Slits and ESG, there was something both strangely timeless and utterly of-the-moment about Kelli Dayton's microphone presence. Alternately playful, soaring, sneering, melancholy and detached — oftentimes within the space of a single song — hers was a vocal presence quite unlike anyone else in trip hop.

This wasn't Beth Gibbons' endless pool of torch song sorrow or Shara Nelson's gritty soundsystem soulfulness, nor was it Martina's crumbling bluesy wail or even Nicolette's gloriously demented fairytale sing-song, but something else entirely. Paired with these low-slung breakbeat chansons, it was a match made in heaven. Even the group's attendant imagery and aesthetic was something special, spread out as it was across an outsized series of contemporary singles and dubplates. In both sound and image, the Sneaker Pimps were a possessed of a scrappy glamor, borne out not only in their contemporary music videos but the grooves of their records... and it's Becoming X that lies at the epicenter of this world.

Circuitry diagram with tracklist inset, from the Becoming X CD artwork
Becoming X (rear sleeve)

Right from the start, you can tell you're in for a treat. The album opens with electronic textures glowing in mutant half-life — like recharging uranium or some dying signal from a distant star — before Low Place Like Home kicks into a heavyset, slow-motion beat to propel these drifting textures into something approaching a song. Mention must be made right away of the beats, which are uniformly great throughout the record, here sounding like tin cans banged in submerged slow-motion. Like a downcast cousin to The Chemical Brothers' Leave Home, the tune — and the album — seemingly take shape out of nowhere.

Suddenly, rock guitars enter the fray almost unexpectedly and Kelli Dayton makes her auspicious entrance into the limelight:

You walked all over,

In your blunder stones.

In your own road movie,

With your one armed man.

Gonna make it to the problem page,

Troubleshoot your life.

Gonna make it to the problem page.

Need some time and space just to find yourself.

The song goes into overdrive with the chorus, existing somewhere in the interzone between Portishead and Alice In Chains, as Dayton wails Crucify yourself, I hope you find yourself... in a low place like home. It's an icy, bold opening to the record, a gritty glimpse of the nexus between trip hop, alternative and dance: the world Becoming X inhabits. The feedback here harder-edged than just about anywhere else in trip hop, in some sense presaging Angelo Bruschini's dread-soaked guitar sound on Massive Attack's Mezzanine two years later.

Sneaker Pimps Tesko Suicide Clean Up

Similarly feedback-drenched capers emerge in Tesko Suicide, starting simply enough with a plucked string before phenomenal rolling breakbeats tumble into action. Flutes float in on an eerie calm not unlike The Saint's theme song, drifting across the rhythm as Dayton sings of being Sick and tired of being bubblegum chewed up. In a surprisingly literal sense, it all bears striking resemblance to something that might have been on Revolver, albeit with the increasingly savage bite that thirty years of devolution might entail.

The group gets up in your face in the Tesko Suicide music video
Scenes from the Tesko Suicide music video4

Suddenly, it shifts into overdrive for the chorus, guitars buzzing against the beat as the band drills through a frantic attack with Channel Z/new wave overtones. Go on girls, take a chance, sings Dayton in such an infectious way that it's hard to believe this wasn't a huge hit at the time. It was the group's first single, released a few months before the album itself, but it didn't manage to chart on either side of the pond (although I do remember it showing up during an action sequence on the ill-fated/forgotten TV show Three, which I happened to watch).5

A strong candidate for psychosis captured on wax, Tesko Suicide concludes with Dayton's closing remark:

You've got nothing to shout about, you're over... and out.

Sneaker Pimps 6 Underground Clean Up

Of course the record's biggest single was 6 Underground, which was a monster hit just about everywhere (even reaching #7 on the U.S. alternative charts). Most will be familiar with the excellent Nellee Hooper Edit, which gave the tune that memorable snap, crackle and pop, pushing it over the edge into radio heaven with rolling breakbeat propulsion and a memorable De La Soul sample (A one two, a one two...). Teasing the song's RnB quotient to the fore, Hooper injects it with some of that trademark Bristol flavor, bringing to mind everything from The Wild Bunch to Maximum Joy (shades too of the shimmering brilliance of Soul II Soul).

Kelli Dayton reclines in a swivel chair in the 6 Underground music video
Scenes from the 6 Underground music video6

However, the album version is subtly — but significantly — a rather different animal. Starting with the same surreal snatch of tone poem magic (midway between plucked string and struck bell) from John Barry's 1964 Goldfinger soundtrack,7 here without any beats at all, it gradually unfolds into a sparser rhythm and then — whoah! — the bassline rises from within the track with an acidic punch not heard in the radio version at all (where it's deeper, and more subtle). Kelli enters the fray:

Take me down, six underground

The ground beneath your feet.

Laid out low, nothing to go

Nowhere a way to meet.

Gavin Bryars The Sinking Of The Titanic Obscure

An ambient orchestra washes over the track, giving it a strikingly majestic sense of atmosphere and space, sounding something like a hip hop remix of Gavin Bryars' minimalist classic The Sinking Of The Titanic. This slow-motion state of suspended animation is undercut by at first almost subliminal guitar strumming that gradually comes to the fore, giving the track its levity and propulsion (it's also the first hint of a subtle folk undercurrent running through the record). Dayton sums it all up perfectly with a silky coo:

Overground... watch this space.

I'm open to falling from grace.

The whole thing captures a woozy, unbearable lightness of being, like waking up in the afternoon after sleeping for half a day and night. If you're looking for a snapshot of what '97 was like in four minutes or less, well... they captured it perfectly with this one.

Resistor diagram from Becoming X CD artwork
Becoming X (inner sleeve)

Without warning, the closing bars of 6 Underground morph directly into the next song. If Nellee Hooper brought the RnB undercurrent to the surface with his take on 6 Underground, the group managed to etch it down in cold chrome and noirish neon all on their own with the haunting title track. Opening with a lascivious, squelching bassline before exploding into wide open vistas of lonely g-funk synth tones backed by a pitter-patter shuffling stutter-funk defined by slow-motion junglist beats and a depth-charging minimalist bassline, Becoming X (the track) is as close to contemporary RnB as the band would ever fly.

Sneaker Pimps One In A Million Blackground

One can see how this sows the seeds for something like Mýa's Movin' On, coming out as it does the very same month as Aaliyah's epochal One In A Million (August 1996). I mean, what the hell!? Remember now, Timbaland was only just emerging as a mainstream force to be reckoned with at this point. The only records to come out of Da Bassment by this point — aside from Aaliyah's One In A Million — by this time were Ginuwine's The Bachelor and a couple soundtrack contributions (with Missy Elliott's Supa Dupa Fly still a year away)... so color me impressed.

Playing like a warped, paranoid cousin to One In A Million, Becoming X swaps the sentiment in Aaliyah's ode to everlasting love for a quietly articulated menace that nevertheless remains equally sensual (if not even more so, truth be told). From within the song's forlorn moonlight stroll and a slipstream of dial-tones just at the edge of vision, Dayton coos into the darkness:

You can keep breathing... I only fall when you are near me.

Incomplete... I only talk when you can hear me.

Keep dreaming... can't wake up until I'm sleeping.

Lost on me... close to something I'll never be.

Massive Attack Protection Wild Bunch

It all empties out into a one-minute instrumental coda, with Dayton's wordless wailing siren song ensconced in almost ambient piano shapes like some dark-hearted cousin to Massive Attack's Protection. By far one of the album's most haunting tunes, it's also among its most undeniably sexy. Like Massive's Lately, Becoming X exists right at the edge of RnB, illustrating this often neglected but oh so crucial part of the trip hop equation. One wishes the label would have taken a chance and pitched a single toward the RnB market with this one, maybe even replete with a Daryl Pearson or Timbaland mix. Although I can't imagine what they would've even needed to change... after all, this would've fit right in and stood out in all the right places, exactly as is.

Sneaker Pimps Spin Spin Sugar Clean Up

Switching gears from the moonlit shades of narcotic machine soul to a twisted vision of the post-rave dancefloor, the group unveils the album version of their club smash Spin Spin Sugar. Ravers will most likely know Armand Van Helden's Dark Garage Mix of the track, which — along with his Star Trunk Funkin' Mix of Tori Amos' Professional Widow — had a profound shaping influence on the speed garage sound to emerge from the U.K. around this time (serving as the chronological halfway point between ragga jungle and slinky 2-step garage, which ultimately led to grime, dubstep and the present day).

John Cage/Luciano Berio/Ilhan Mimaroglu Electronic Music Turnabout

The album version is a different beast altogether, and another true Revolver moment for the record. Opening with eerie, ancient synth vapors — you can just sense that something's wrong — it kicks into a strange bump-and-a-snap, stop-start beat that seems to reload like the hammer cocking back on a gun. In the chorus, the synths swirl into great spires, cresting into towering cathedrals of pure, desolate sound. Dayton is in fine form here, as usual, belting out terse couplets with an abstract glee:

I'm everyone... hang your label on me.

I'm everyone... paint it black and white and easy.

I want perfection, I'm real need.

I've seen attention, see through me.

Call on me... Spin Spin Sugar.

In the album's most far out moment, the tune seems to deconstruct and rebuild itself before your eyes, at one point devolving into a snatch of a woman sobbing sampled from Luciano Berio's 1961 musique concrete work Visage that seems to twist itself into hyena-esque laughter.8 Just when you think it's about to decompose into the ether, that skull-snapping beat shakes back into full force for one last future shock round of android bump 'n grind.

Chris Corner needs nothing more than a bathroom and a smoothie to steal the show
Scenes from the Spin Spin Sugar music video9

The tune was given a drastically different mix for the radio, its pile up of siren synths, droning bass, dead-eyed guitar outbursts and monster beats placing it along the lines of The Chemical Brothers' contemporary Setting Sun. The connections with psychedelia again made yet more explicit, this is clearly of a piece with Revolver's most intense moments. In fact, I'd go so far as to say I dig it more than anything on The Beatles' classic album, with the possible exception of I'm Only Sleeping and Love You To. That's right, I said it! And I'm not even forgetting about She Said She Said and Tomorrow Never Knows (as he ducks to dodge the inevitable flurry of random projectiles from angry mob)! But seriously folks, it's just that good.

Sneaker Pimps Post-Modern Sleaze Clean Up

After the unbalanced intensity of the previous number, the opening blues-soaked, southern-fried guitar line of Post-Modern Sleaze comes as a welcome relief, trading computer world claustrophobia for a quick left turn deep into the country. With the subterranean twang of some good old-fashioned wood bass, rolling floor toms kick you in the chest to bring in yet another killer beat. With every aspect seemingly played as loose as possible, it makes the perfect setting for Kelli Dayton's soaring vocals (possibly her greatest showcase on the record, in fact):

She makes every move they make,

She takes everything they take.

She must be a Thelma or Louise,

She must be a post-modern... sleaze.

The group cruise the deserts of the American southwest
Scenes from the Post-Modern Sleaze music video10

There's an undeniably cinematic quality here that rivals even 6 Underground for the album's best pure pop moment, while subtle shades of country can be felt between the rolling white lines. This is borne out in the sublime Flight From Nashville version, in which the echoes of Lee Hazlewood and Bobbie Gentry are made even more explicit in this lush orchestral paradise (there's even moments that call to mind the vast new world symphonies of Aaron Copland).

However, there's nothing quite as strange as the album version's mid-song detour into voodoo flutes and the dark jazz shapes of those rolling woodwinds, in which ghosts of southeast Asia (by way of Pharoah Sanders) seem to haunt the proceedings. See also the band's acoustic cover of The Prodigy's contemporary Firestarter, given the torch song treatment just months after the original version made its initial splash.

Reprazent New Forms Talkin' Loud

Without warning, the pungent, crystalline textures of Waterbaby takes us back into the city. Sounding like some strange vision of 1920's tech jazz perched midway between cyborg Gershwin and the yawning vistas of Fritz Lang's Metropolis, it's shot through with ancient electronics in the same way Reprazent's New Forms often conjured up images of some half-lit digital speakeasy. It all cuts to a ragged guitar, slashing deep into the void with an exposed-nerve agony, as Dayton swoops in with a vocal to match the pain:

Your heart is served cold.

Your sights are set in perfect stone.

And when you go, you go alone.

And when you stand, you're on your own.

David Sylvian Secrets Of The Beehive Virgin

Then, the fog-borne strains of David Sylvian's Waterfront drift into the frame, imbuing the tune with an aching beauty as Dayton adds, I wash the streets from your skin when you come home. It all seems to hint at some tragic tale, shades of Lou Reed's Perfect Day in an overcast haze, rain-slicked city streets and lonely shadows as subterranean electronics drift in and out of view. It's quite poignant, heartbreaking even, and if Chris Corner were singing these words, it would almost be too much to bear. One suspects that for Dayton, however, it's just another Tuesday.

Sneaker Pimps Roll On Clean Up

As if to prove the point, Roll On follows, and the girl is clearly unshaken. With its damaged guitars seeming to warp into sitar-like shapes just as a compressed hip hop beat kicks into gear (think The Prodigy's hydraulic remix of Method Man's Release Yo' Delf), Roll On drags us helpless lot back into the strange. With its dirty, sensual piston funk, I've always thought this was the kissing cousin to Republica's Wrapp (also from 1996). Both tunes offer up a dirty little dive into those satin sheets pictured on the sleeve, and here Dayton more than holds her own:

Roll on, these doors are open.

Roll off, you can come next time.

I'm in love with your confusion, on your knees...

When you're breathing through your elbows, down on me.

This isn't the airbrushed glamor of radio RnB by any stretch of the imagination — and all the better for it — but a grinding big beat smash with stomping glam guitars crashing down in the chorus. Climaxing in the sort of snarling guitar rave up one might find on a contemporary Garbage record, it somehow finds the album simultaneously at both its most hip hop and rock 'n roll.

Wasted Early Sunday Morning opens with another radioactive half-life synth reverberating into the darkness, before rolling beats and a low-slung bassline cradle a sun-slackened slide guitar. It takes us back to the same country lane as Post-Modern Sleaze, only now the streets have all been deserted. In what must be the most hollowed-out tune on the record, all warmth has long departed and you're stranded in the Twilight Zone. Dayton's voice basks in the desolation, occasionally swelling into an impromptu choir of multi-tracked emptiness.

Sneaker Pimps Spin Spin Sugar Clean Up

If the previous track just missed the boneyard by one slot, Walking Zero takes its place as the record's penultimate tune. It's also one of its finest. In fact, it's one of my favorite songs on here, and I always thought it should have been a single in its own right. Creeping in on a mist of graveyard strings before morphing into something resembling a Talk Talk cover version of some John Barry theme (from the one where James Bond loses), it takes the piston-funk angle into an entirely different direction with slow-motion almost-swingbeat rhythms and the crooked smile of a killing joke told with that final gasping breath.

Similarly, Dayton delivers the words with freestyle precision (shades even of Paula Abdul's Straight Up at times), an undeniable sass to her voice, undercutting the somber mood of the tune's chamber orchestra.

To the madness I do confess,

Forever see myself as blessed (immune, obsessed).

Like a savior I do caress

The truth is boredom, it's excess (take more, give less).

My time is only given up to you,

Too much to choose.

It's not mine to contemplate if I can lose,

With this blood on my shoes.

Interestingly, a remix of the tune does crop up on one of the many Spin Spin Sugar 12" to make the rounds, made by none other than U.K. garage innovators Tuff Jam. Appropriately enough, the Tuff & Jam Unda-Vybe Vocal is a slinky bit of android soul, with Dayton's already funky vocals chopped up inside a killer 2-step riddim replete with clickety-clack beats, neon bass, electro-boogie shapes and cascading moonlit textures. This would've still sounded futuristic ten years later (hell, twenty for that matter). Played alongside the likes of SA-RA and Burial, it makes perfect sense.

Good luck getting it out of your head once you hear it, though...

		 Edward Woodward and Britt Ekland converse in a Summerisle pub
Sgt. Neil Howie and Willow MacGregor in The Wicker Man

The record closes on a somber note with How Do (a cover of Willow's Song from The Wicker Man), bringing the album's subtle folk undercurrents to the fore in the finale. Opening with a bit of sampled dialog from the film, plaintive Street Spirit guitars slowly creep into the mix before unfolding into a haunting melody. Underpinned by a distant booming rhythm that gradually takes shape into a sort of skewed march — ultimately coming to dominate the track — it seems to draw from a British folk lineage stretching back to ancient times. Massive Attack's Home Of The Whale springs to mind immediately.

With Dayton's haunting vocals draped in a magical shimmer, this really captures that feeling of the first rays of spring's sunlight creeping in to melt the winter frost. But then, ancient electronics gradually creep back into view, sweeping across the horizon like a haze of lost memories. By the time the coda swings into action, it all flickers into a black hole feedback loop, breaking through the song's dreamlike idyll to pull you out of the beauty of the garden and back into the cold reality of the grid. Ultimately closing it all with a big question mark hanging in the shadows, this is a masterful way to end to the record.

Sneaker Pimps Becoming Remixed Clean Up

In step with the times in which it was released, the greatness of Becoming X is mirrored by the remixes and b-sides tucked away on its surrounding singles. The ostensibly limited edition (although it still seems fairly available) Becoming Remixed compilation was helpfully released in 1997 to round up ten of these remixes, including all the ones discussed above (with the exception of the excellent Radio Mix of Spin Spin Sugar). The disc's running time is split just about equally between dancefloor burners and laidback downbeat extravaganzas, highlighting the already multi-faceted nature of the group: look elsewhere for one-note downtempo chill out.

The Salt City Orchestra Nightclub Mix of Post-Modern Sleaze exists alongside the cutting edge garage mixes from Tuff Jam and Armand Van Helden with a neo-disco rework of the track, illustrating house music's late-nineties popular renaissance in the hands of labels like Cajual/Relief and French house auteurs like Daft Punk and Dimitri From Paris. See also Basement Jaxx, Masters At Work, Moodymann and Roy Davis Jr. One killer dancefloor mix that sadly didn't make the compilation is the awesome 187 Lockdown mix of Spin Spin Sugar, with the speed garage dons rivaling even Armand Van Helden's epochal take and moving it all one step closer to 2-step in the process.11

And then there's the stunning Reprazent Mix of Post-Modern Sleaze, which finds Roni Size and crew building a killer drum 'n bass workout around a very subtle guitar progression from the tune's fade and its central wooden-double bassline. Taken in this context, it sounds exactly like something off of side two of New Forms. Back to the future, back to the roots. 6 Underground's The Umbrellas Of Ladywell Mix #2 even takes the tune into strung out Bacharach lounged-out splendor, a winning companion piece to the Post-Modern Sleaze Flight From Nashville version (which is present and correct, closing the Becoming Remixed compilation out with a bang).

It all captures the magic of a time when everything was up in the air, suspended at the cusp of the mid-nineties post-rave drift, when — after about five years of moving to the same frequency — everyone was beginning to flow into wildly different tributaries. Sometimes it even played out on American radio, thanks to groups like the Sneaker Pimps and brilliant tunes like 6 Underground and Spin Spin Sugar. Of course, there's far more to Becoming X than any couple of infectious singles might hint. After all... it's the Revolver of the nineties.



For what it's worth, this trip to the El Cajon Blvd. Tower Records also yielded the Staring At The Sun maxi-single (featuring the quasi-drum 'n bass Monster Truck Mix by the Sonic Morticians aka Danny Saber and Butch Vig) and Queen's Flash Gordon OST!


F.R.I.S.K. stands for Forever Reign In Self Knowledge, which chimes in with early nineties hip hop's obsession with acronyms and secret knowledge.


Corner would ultimately have his day in the sun, becoming the group's frontman on the albums to follow, starting with the masterful Splinter.


Sneaker Pimps. Tesko Suicide. Becoming X. ?. Clean Up, 1996. Music Video.


Such a shame, since I could have seen this becoming one of 91x's often electronica-tinged buzz tracks at the time.


Sneaker Pimps. 6 Underground. Becoming X. Tremlett, Toby. Clean Up, 1996. Music Video.


At the time, I remember there being some aspersions cast at the Pimps from various quarters for sampling James Bond music so soon after Portishead's Sour Times. Er... isn't that a bit like besmirching everyone in hip hop for sampling James Brown after Eric B & Rakim??


At the time, I'd assumed that the haunting synths were sampled from Berio's piece (after all, I was but a clueless lad, without any frame of reference for what early-60s electronic music even sounded like). In reality, it was the mysterious sobbing woman in the breakdown that was sampled from Visage.


Sneaker Pimps. Spin Spin Sugar. Becoming X. Landin, Daniel. Clean Up 1997. Music Video.


Sneaker Pimps. Post-Modern Sleaze. Becoming X. Greenhalgh, Howard. Clean Up 1997. Music Video.


That it didn't make it past the initial 2x12" promo is simply down to the vagaries of the music industry, like so many great moments tucked away on dubplates, promos and white labels. Proving once again that chart action is never the whole story.

Prometheus Rising

A radio tower begins to transmit once again as Prometheus gives his gift to the world.
From Detroit to Bristol: Innovators All

Despite all plans to the contrary, radio silence has been the order of the day over the last couple weeks. Just as before, this has been down to mad crazy developments in the overall Parallax Architecture, the intricate process of mountains being moved in binary form. It’s a tomorrow type thing, and as such, the writing has been getting unfairly sidelined in the interest of coding, scripting and various real-world concerns. Well, not anymore. History is about to change...

Jordan Belfort works the phones selling Aerotyne stocks in a crowded office space.
The other guys looked at me like I just discovered fire.

Even as we’re in the process of working up whole new systems to store and traverse the Parallax Archives, it’s important to keep the text flowing. Writing has always provided me with that one crucial function — the one disturbing element, one might say — in rearranging thoughts and teasing out possibilities, and there’s no better time for that catalyst then during the protracted process of longterm development. It’s not just the tool that matters — be it architecture or fire — but what you do with it that makes all the difference.

Simon Phoenix reclining in a chair after reprogramming the lights in Demolition Man.

Wesley Snipes gets it

Like twitch muscles working in harmony with those controlling strength, the left and right brain — creative and analytical impulses — work like gears shifting in pursuit of the next stretch of road, the next vista (Bring me that horizon, Mr. Sulu). Perhaps in truth they’re both flipsides of the same coin... not so far apart from each other after all. And so for every time I’ve promised more dispatches and more short posts to break up the yawning space between monster features, this time I really mean it! As Bowie once put it, A New Career In A New Town, and the future is there for the taking.