Friday, June 26, 2026

Goth goes Glam

 
What tarts!

Gene Loves Jezebel must have seen Love and Rockets enjoying Stateside sucksess with the T. Rexy "So Alive" and they thought "we'll ave summathat, eh boyo?"


 


That said, I do really enjoy "Motion of Love" as sound + vision in all its effrontery and fakery

The phasing on the backing vocals...

It's less "going glam" in the '70s T. Rexy sense and more glam as in glam metal, hair metal... 

I suppose this is prime Bad Music Era, but the ShitBrit is definitely improved by the attempt to conquer Billboard rather than just scale the summit of the UK independent chart. 

The missus is quite fond of Gene Love Jezebel's early stuff when they have a sort of neo-psych / Cult circa "She Sells Sanctuary" vibe....  but I prefer this would-be sell-out phase. 

Tragic story, though - the Aston brothers fell out terribly, and there are now two versions of Gene Loves Jezebel touring different sectors of the world. I forget which brother has North America. 

Checking Wikipedia, it says they fell out twice

"The brothers reconciled in the mid-1990s, wrote some new songs together, and shared a house in Los Angeles"

But that detente didn't last, resulting in a permanent ruction and the ongoing rival Gene Loves Jezebels. 

 And then this happened

"In September 2018, Jay Aston, James Stevenson, and Peter Rizzo were named as defendants in a lawsuit brought by Michael Aston for infringement of his trademark at the end of Jay Aston's Gene Loves Jezebel's first US tour in ten years. Jay Aston's band argued that they had complied with the agreement with Michael Aston to the best of their ability. At the hearing on 7 January 2019 in Santa Ana, California, before the judge The Hon James Selna, the judge found in favour of the defendants on all of the five counts that Michael Aston had brought and ordered him to pay the defendants' legal fees."


So many of these Goths ended up living in Los Angeles... Peter Murphy for instance. 

Lol Tolhurst also (met him at the Hay Festival in Mexico last year, at a lunch organized by the British Ambassador for all the U.K. authors...  educated fellow, we had a good chat)

I suppose many British pop stars and cult stars end up here... and why not... it's where the Biz is... the weather is better

There's also a big Goth scene (industrial too) in LA, a kind of spiritual dissidence against sun and outdoors-iness and tans and health. The commitment it takes to wear all black heavy clothing head to foot all year round in Southern California...

If they didn't literally move to LA,  Brit Goth groups often tried to move there sonically /career-orientation-ly



Tempting to say Flesh For Lulu are the dreggiest dregs of the Bad Music Era, but then there's Balaam and the Angel, there's The Bolshoi, there's Sex Gang Children

Thing I never knew - Julianne Regan was the bassist in Gene Loves Jezebel at one point, prior to forming All About Eve.

Oh my God, there is Wiki Fear and Wiki Fizzle, but sometimes there is Wiki Manna - just a pure gift of brightness and joy irradiating one's life

So... I learn that The Mountain Goats, as in John Darnielle, did a whole album called Goths, and one of the songs tells the saga of Gene Love Jezebel (it sounds a bit like Jackson Browne's "The Pretender")




Robert Smith is secure at his villa in France
Any child knows how to do the spiderweb dance
Siouxsie has enough hits to keep the bills paid
Every New Year's in Los Angeles, you can still see Richard Blade
But the world forgot about Gene Loves Jezebel
Yeah, the world forgot about Gene Loves Jezebel
They charted once or twice
They were on a major label
When the singer went solo
He left money on the table
The two main guys are related
They're at war with each other
Now there's two Genes loving Jezebel
One for each brother
But the world came to agree
What you see is what you get
And what you get is what you see
Whether you're The March Violets or The Bolshoi
Bands who had to leave the darkness for the sun
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry were on Cherry Red, I think
They've been playing clubs since 1981
To be fair to Gene Loves Jezebel
Billy Corgan brought them on stage
It was in 2011
It's on their Wikipedia page
But for the most part
However big that chorused bass may throb
You and me and all of us
Are gonna have to find a job
Because the world will never know or understand
The suffocated splendor
Of the once and future goth band




This is all rather like those Luke Haines records 

Sunday, June 7, 2026

Secret thesis (style bible slight return)

 








Some of this 1984-85 iD imagery is genuinely cool, really chic e.g. this one below 





Or  just fun





















But some of it is a hot mess
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And some edges into Nathan Barley territory 
















































iD always had this thing of pushing style to a sort of jolie laide point - and then beyond into outright unpleasing to the eye





That's what makes it interesting as a magazine and why I would dearly love to have the complete run of its first several years (alas they go for astronomical prices - fashion designers trying to pillage old ideas must be a major pressure on the vintage value - but also just international Anglophiles and nostalgic ex-stylists now monied enough to rebuy what they once bought and chucked out)

Why oh why are they not pdf-ed by some loon online?

Later on iD gets to be purely chic-with-edge - as I trawled through the old issues online a lot of covers and spreads from the 2000s onwards would pop up - and they are generally elegant, less trapped in time. Perhaps speaking to a conversative shift in clothing, or perhaps simply the magazine moving far from its original 'street fashion' orientation (taking snaps of stylists literally on the street) into the monied world of couture. It's gone from an almost pocket-sized pamphlet to a thick paving-stone slab of glossy adverts and fashion spreads, like Vogue on steroids. 

One of the most elegant images I found in my trawl of early iD is the advert for Harrods

























More iD spreads and covers that walk the sightly / unsightly line below

More on the style press

More on the secret thesis






Wednesday, June 3, 2026

anti-theatricality in politics (muscle memory posting)

Ever the performer, President Trump has lately been putting on a show of indifference.

…..Beneath all that bluster and makeup, he’s sweating.

-          Frank Bruni

 

The NYT sees itself not as a defender of journalistic principles or a champion of democratic values, but rather a theater critic for political actors.

There are no real-world consequences here, no pain or suffering for the common people who aren't in their social circles. It's just a parlor game

-          Kevin M. Kruse

 

 

[to Sec. of “War” Hegseth]

You’re an actor.  You’re playing Secdef.  At least try to play a good one

-          Adam Kinzinger

 

Everything is operatic emotion and bitter grievance. Politicians fail to recognize and adjust for that at their peril.

Frank Bruni

 

Frank Bruni / Bret Stephens dialogue, NY Times

Bruni: It’s called seizing a big, fat opportunity. Between Trump’s disgraced former labor secretary, disgraceful health secretary, demented F.B.I. director and bottomlessly avaricious brood of children, it’s as if all the president’s minions are staging some opera buffa about the Seven Deadly Sins, with different cast members jockeying for different depredations. I call gluttony! You’re doing envy.

Stephens: Pete Hegseth alone could audition for wrath, lust, pride and verbal flatulence.

 

  

 So Trump gave a speech today at the Villages in Florida. I just watched it so you wouldn't have to. You're welcome.

…. It's so bizarre how he's always talking about his people coming "from central casting." He constantly brags that people in his administration and cabinet are from central casting. He's more impressed with what they look like than what they can or can't do. (Like it's some kind of fucked up beauty pageant or something. Very strange.)

… The funniest thing about Dr. Phil coming on stage was when Trump introduced him and called him up he told him to speak no longer than 2 minutes. Then Phil went on for much longer than 2 minutes and Trump was standing behind him giving him dirty looks and swaying back and forth.

…. It's always disturbing to watch him at these things, but what was even more disturbing today was the audience cheering on every lie and fucked up thing he said. It was a pretty small audience today tho and he kept talking about all of the "front row Joes" and others who go to every one of his rallies who were there today. So the real audience was even smaller. Of course Trump claimed that the small room and small crowd didn't mean anything because there was an "overflow arena full to the limit" and "thousands of people watching on monitors outside." He had to lie because clearly the small crowd upset him. I just love that for him.

-          Mindy Fischer


All the World’s a Screen (anti-theatricality’s eternal returns) (cutting up reality)

David Thomson  has a new book out,  A Sudden Flicker of Light: A Revisionist History of Movies, in which he convinces himself that the artf...