DAVID LOCK: I love The Vaselines, most of the time you don’t know if they're taking it seriously, most probably not; tightness is hardly what springs to mind. The songs are wonderfully shambolic. My favourite is ‘Son Of A Gun’; it has effortlessly simple lyrics, with Eugene Kelly singing in his deadpan manner about swinging up and around, round about and over again. It has tons of charm. No wonder Frances McKee sings of it raining when he goes away. Their songs are just wondrous inventions. They seemed to always be about sex; the lyrics and song titles, such as ‘Rory Rides Me Raw’, and that cheeky car horn in ‘Molly’s Lips’. Genius stuff! Of course, Nirvana, who were devoted fans, did a great cover, but the original is still the best.
I also love ‘Down On The Street’, on The Stooges album Fun House. Even before he sings, Iggy Pop comes on to us, growling and yelping like some feral animal. He’s in a deeply lost, wild place. When Iggy snarls “floating around, I'm a real low mind”, it is one dark, mean, inescapably immersive place which you can't turn away from. You just have to turn it up, and submit to it.
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