Here's where you can buy some sounds.Nov 2007 single available online....
79 Warwick Avenue
Maida Vale, London, W9 2PP, United Kingdom
Telephone: 020 7286 1312
www.re-action.uk.com
Dave Graney and The Lurid Yellow Mist release a download single
’68 Babe (name, rank and rock-scene) on November 26th, and
release:- The Brother Who Lived album on March 3rd 2008
Dave Graney, Clare Moore , The Moodists, Dave Graney and the Coral
Snakes, Dave Graney and the White Buffaloes, The Dave Graney Show, The
Royal Dave Graney Show, Dave Graney and The Lurid Yellow Mist, Dave Graney
and Clare Moore...featuring The Lurid Yellow Mist……
Finally Re-Action Recordings are about to release ‘68 Babe
(name, rank and rock-scene) as a taster from the forthcoming Dave Graney
and The Lurid Yellow Mist album The Brother Who Lived; ’68 Babe
is a seven and a half minute epic which recalls Iggy’s Sister
Midnight had it been performed by Captain Beefheart, and backed by The
Velvet Underground at their downright sleaziest..
The track is one of six extra experimental tracks Re-Action have
included with the repackaged edition of Dave Graney’s 2003 lounge/R&B
classic – The Brother Who Lived. Whilst the original (ten track)
album was released in his native Australia, this is the first time it
has been available in the UK, and the additional 6 tracks show a darker,
more experimental side to the self-styled, Aria Award winning, ‘King
of Pop’.
In 2006 Dave Graney asked the members of his band , the Lurid Yellow
Mist, to deliver a testimony to his character as they had come to know
it through their many years of intimate travaills with him. The following
deposition was filed with the Upwey Police Court in February of that year.
An unfliching glimpse into the character and outward façade of
the man of hard stuff. " We know him to be a debauchee, a dude in
dress, a Francomaniac in language and manners, but we think him honest.
We know him to be licentious in his tastes, regal in his dissipations,
unfit to associate with pure women or decent men, but we think him honest.
We know he is erotic in his tastes, erratic in his moods, of small understanding
and smaller views of men , but we think "our Dave", in his English
plaids , his Brooklyn Velour, his South Australian accent, is honest.
We are aware he has sought on the banks of the Nile relief from loathsome
disease contracted only by contagion in the haunts of vice, and has rivaled
the Khedive in the gorgeousness of his harem in his joy of restored health,
but we still believe him to be honest, though low and depraved. We know
he is debarred from society in Melbourne because of his delight in flaunting
his wickedness, but we believe him to be honest, though tattooed with
sin. We know he is ungrateful to his friends, unkind to his employees,
, unfaithful to his business associates,, but we know he is trying to
create music of the highest quality. When Dave Graney commenced his tirades
against rock music, indie rock music, alt country, neo folkism, and all
who were friendly to those "schools" and to understand any use
of the word "post" to mean "not" (post –rock
being thus not-rock), we thought his course wrong, his methods bad and
his attacks brutal, but we believed him to be honest. And sensationally
amusing. With brazen affrontery only equalled by the lowest denizen in
the haunts of vice "our Dave" knows so well in every city of
the globe, he unblushingly admits he steals, and lies and swindles, but
only from the best. Sadly, or perhaps not, we have become used to working
with top shelf material. Starting from this level of purity the journey
from base metal to gold is not of an arduous duration. We expect to fly
at high altitudes and our feet have not touched terra firma in many years.
We trust Graney to steer us through the night. In short, nothing but a
common, ordinary everyday shyster and bullshitter- a low highwayman of
the musical demi monde. Hurrah!"
For more information please contact Innes Reekie on 020 7286 1312 or 07791 483479, or email at HYPERLINK "mailto:innes@re-action.uk.com" innes@re-action.uk.com
Following from Dave Graney....
Re-Action records in the UK have released a track on itunes called "68
babe" It is seven and a half minutes long and will be a part of an
album to be released in 2008 credited to Dave Graney and the Lurid Yellow
Mist. It will be a re structuring of an album we put out here in in 2003
Australia called "the brother who lived" . This originally came
out with ten tracks and the new version will have 16 . I sent Re-Action
all these unreleased songs which I had done in the studio by myself and
which had been so weird I could never see them fitting in with any thematic
or coherent album I was working on. Those were the songs that they loved
the most. the weirder the better. I had never had anybody react to my
music like that before. Most of my life as a musician I have been trying
to , in a way , distract people from the kinks and wilful weirdness of
my material. I tried to keep it snappy. This stuff is pretty unconscious
and I'm glad its coming out.
68 Babe is long and suspenseful. Its like a talking blues with a propulsive
boogie beat. There is another long song in the collection called "bodysnatcher
blues". Here is the lyrical washout of 68 babe. The song ends with
a bit of a side track which I called "name . rank and rock scene".
In the days of the Coral Snakes I had an idea to work on a theme or a
concept where we, the band , had all been captured by a foreign power
( say...a record company!) and had to identify ourselves by our name,
our rank and our rock scene. Mine was Lt Colonel, Cavalry. Like I said,
I was in a situation where I thought it would be best to keep it snappy,
the idea was not right for the situation I was in but I thought it had
legs and it kept coming back to me.....
"68 babe, 68
lets get it straight babe, 68
don't want any o' those golden tones
laid back summer nights
flowers , sweetness lights
afterglow
68 babe
bring on the broken glass, the petrol fumes the shoutin'
the runnin' the class
the idea, the act
the truncheons, the barricades
68 babe
you keep sayin' you weren't even born then
hey the times are always changin'
your eyes can see, your eyes can see so much more
includin' those before
you know I got a book of perfumed pictures
Richard Burton picked 'em up at the bazaar
you know those eastern potentates really knew how to take their time
68 babe, talk some crap
don't turn your back on your class, yeah, turn your back on your class
I know we'll have to do without the creature comforts
the cushions, the shades
people who know how to behave
68 babe
I had it with the good of the nation
68 babe, molotov cocktails , shaken and thrown
the stooges rehearsin in an ann arbor basement stoned
underground railways, pistol packin weathermen
wheatfields, motels, lost highways
wichita lineman singin in the wire
deserted playgrounds, dune buggies, pianos in the sand
burned out space capsules return each night
grievin' astro widow chartin her lovers flight
68 babe
assassinate our love
watch your bourgeois feelins as the show
lie about your past
the struggle, the soup, the freight trains
68 babe, assassinate my pants
I'll be your candidate
I'll feature in your revolutionary plans
68 babe
my love is a long range missile
you got me in your scope
68 babe
make me a part of your plans
indoctrinate me babe
68 babe
everythin' is camouflaged
everythin' is black and white
68 me babe, set my world to rights
everybody knows, everybody knows everythin'
I know the shop floor is empty
and the factory stacks are closed
the times are a changin'
but the frontier is comin back
only we're on the other side
and we're gonna be made sense of as we choose our soft drinks
68 babe, rise against your oppressor
recognise him, fear and loathe her
68 babe, read the riot act
assassinate some desire
68 babe
Graney
Sir David
Lt Colonel
Australia
Cavalry
Pacific theatre
it was a righteous, good war
almost fun
bohemian, international, 30 year old police action
imported records
imported magazines
cold hard stares
walkin down the street
we believed in the mob, the genius of the crowd
they threw half full bottles from passing cars
stopped and chased us down
we had to lose
we had to lose
thats what it was all about
we had to lose
we were inside enemy territory
they fell asleep across our supply lines...."