Setlist
Black Hole / Stowaway / What For / Charlie Dance / Stripmining / Riders / I'll Change / So Many Ways / What's The World / Fairground / Really Hard / Hymn From A Village / Doubts / Why So CloseSupport
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Mastertape of BBC Radio Manchester Meltdown session from September 1987. Features 4 tracks and an interview.
Medieval / (interview) / Charlie Dance / Doubts
Release Name: | BBC Radio Manchester Session - 28th September 1987 |
Artist Name: | James |
Release Date: | 28th September 1987 |
Format: | Promo Album |
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This mastertape is from a BBC Radio Manchester session for the show Meltdown from September 1987. It features Medieval, Doubts, and Charlie Dance. There is also an interview with Gavan Whelan and Tim Booth.
The song Charlie Dance was a pre remix version from Strip-mine, which was released the year after. The tape also features the song Please Say Yes by Manchester rapper Prince Kool.
The mastertape was a loft find and listed for sale on eBay in August 2016.
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Fairground / Really Hard / So Many Ways / Hymn From A Village / Scarecrow / What For / Vulture / Stripmining / Riders / Medieval / Charlie Dance / If Things Were Perfect / Johnny Yen / What’s The World / Why So Close / Fire So Close
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The madness of James is much less bluff. Their return to London was never short of triumphant. Tim’s epileptic dance punctuates this loaded noise, grating away at itself, tied up in a sack and dropped down a deep deep well to fend for itself. ‘Hymn From A Village’ twitches impatiently, ‘Johnny Yen’ rustles to a rousing climax, ‘Skullduggery’ falls apart magnificently. James don’t get any more assured; they’re just a needle pricking the skin.
While Tim freaks out, positively the most hapless dancer ever invented, three other Jameses follow some private maze of their own choosing. This is no longer one tinny, snoring noise, inverted and anti-climatic. ‘Stutter’ has already demonstrated their scope. And live, they now shimmer like uncooked liver, all slippery and slovenly but damned dandy.
James seemed to have renounced those earlier illusions of order and normality, letting all the crankiness float to the surface and scream. Booth keeps toppling and falling and rolling. Manic admirers wrestle in the dust with him. All are now part of the mad spectacle,
James at last sound completely frightening, totally involved. I unbuttoned my blouse and threw myself forward. Gig of the year so far, strange as it may seem.
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