Buzzcocks
Time's Up
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Rating: 5.7
This Buzzcocks reissue may only be of use to those fanatical enough about
the band to care how they sounded circa 1976. At best, on a few numbers,
you detect the germ of a great band whose sonic identity has yet to be
fully formed. Not yet in full evidence is their prototypical melody-driven
pop-punk sound-- the precise, sophisticated brand of punk that would move
the Buzzcocks, in a technical sense at least, a step beyond the Sex Pistols
and the Clash. On Time's Up, though, these guys are either blazing
at a furious pace or barely able to hold their shit together.
Here, the Manchester boys, including original vocalist and songwriter
Howard DeVoto have more affinities with the likes of the Sex Pistols than
the Buzzcocks of 1977-80. They do graft a minimalist art school cleverness
not unlike that of early Wire onto the overall sound. Frontman DeVoto growls,
whines and barks like Johnny Rotten, Jr., spitting lyrics more purely
misanthropic than politically inclined. Meanwhile "Starway" guitarist Pete
Shelley looms in the background, banging out a crass barrage of unrefined
noise, equaling the effect of Devoto's grating vocal attack. All the while,
Shelley's future guitar sparring partner, Steve Diggle, handles the bass chores.
Sparked by little more than anger and youthful energy, the Buzzcocks sound
appropriately raw and untested here. The guitar and bass rub up against each
other in a noisy, abrasive grind. Juxtaposing the band's fledgling technical
imperfections with their later air-tight rhythms, great vocal harmonies, and clever,
economic leads can be pretty astounding at times.
Shelley's mastery of guitar seemed, at this point, to encompass either
simple blues runs or absolute atonal fretboard chaos. An inkling of
melody bubbles up on "Can't Control Myself," as well as a heavy dose of
the Shelley's guitar freakout antics. Here, in bare bones blueprint form are
the outrageous "Orgasm Addict" and the underrated Buzzcocks classic about
everyday working class pathos and ennui, "Boredom." For the most part, the
guts of these songs are intact and the structures are firmly set in place.
The highlight of "Boredom" is-- what else?-- Devoto's appropriately elitist,
sarcastic sentiments: "I'm living in this, uh, movie, but it doesn't move me."
And then there's Shelley's equally sarcastic guitar solo: the two note
exercise in monotony and a gesture smacking of sheer genius. He takes
what is an essentially meaningless, ridiculously simplistic, and rather
longish guitar passage and ends up with the perfect musical (or in this
case, near musical) statement for this particular context.
The fast Yardbirds-ish blues rock of "I Love You You Big Dummy" is a silly
throwaway at best, and possibly a parody of the hated pub rock act of the
time, Dr. Feelgood. And DeVoto's over-the-top angry young man fare on
"You Tear Me Up"("You tear me up/ What a hideous crime/ You tear me
up/ You're a bloody swine!") reveals why DeVoto and Shelley parted ways
so early on. "I don't like most of this new wave music," DeVoto admits in the
record's liner notes. "I don't like music. I don't like movements." Judging from
later efforts, though, Shelley was obviously interested in advancing the musical
aspect of the band, while it's a good bet DeVoto simply enjoyed being an
self-centered irritant-- a brooding non-conformist art punk, dodging any
situation that even hinted at conventional success. Noble, eh?
With a little patience, you can sift through the glorious muck on Time's Up
and come away with a few memorable moments. For rabid Buzzcocks fans, this
is not necessarily a musical revelation, but it's definitely an important historical
document and reference point tracing the sound of the legendary band back to
its earliest roots. A rare opportunity, indeed. Although, for me personally, the
album's appeal doesn't extend beyond being an amusing curiosity. As for DeVoto,
his heart was in the right place, initially, but hey, I think we're all basically glad the
bloke fucked off, right? Certainly "Ever Fallen in Love" wouldn't have been
recorded had DeVoto been within a country mile of it. Too "new wave," I suppose.
But, then again, Howie, what the hell was that Magazine thing all about?
-Michael Sandlin