Another re-up of the first Monochrome Set early singles as required by a visitor. Of course these songs are available on The Independant Singles compilations, but in their original wrapping and issue, it's better. Catch their first one here. Below the previous texts of the initial posts.
Following a visitor's comment, I reup the 3 Monochrome Set first singles. A nice way to give this great stuff an ear. I'm getting back more and more often in the music of this period these days. It's true it was the music of my youth. The only movement in which I really was involved in.
It was a real pleasure to see the reformed (at least 3 members) Monochrome Set recently (with JFG and his Regulars as support band). Some say Bid now looks a little bit like me (we must have the same age) and it could be worse as comparison. Between 1978-1980, this band was not in my faves (I was rather in ATV, Vic Godard, Buzzcocks, Wire, Only Ones or Soft Boys) but listening back to these tunes on stage, I remembered I found them quite sapid and they supported the test of time quite well. Not sure to post all their singles but here's the first, with 2 A-sides actually since "Alphaville" (anyone who names a song from a Jean-Luc Godard film got my respect) is a true gem. Strangely I find the present voice of Bid more appropriate to the melody than it was. But I'm surely getting old.
(Alphaville) She slits her senseless skin (Alphaville) In time to Fred Astaire (Alphaville) I know you’re always there (Don’t look now) She’s so debonair, she’s a manic depressive (Don’t look now)She’s a millionaire, and her bills are excessive (Alphaville) She feels her senses wane (Alphaville) In pleasant melody (Alphaville) I’ll take you now with me (Don’t look now) She’s a movie star, she’s a split personality (Don’t look now)She’s got oom-pah-pah, and Papa says it’s insanity Don’t look now, your mind’s deteriorating Don’t look now, and if it’s irritating I’ll know how to set it right again Don’t look now, your world’s collapsing, dear Don’t look now, and if it’s taxing, dear I’ll know how to put it back again (Alphaville) She sleeps in useless flesh (Alphaville) The rancid, blood-soaked breast (Alphaville) In sunlight and slow death (Don’t look now) She’s a movie star, she’s a little bit touched (Don’t look now) She’s so wünderbar, all gears and no clutch