The Teardrop Explodes / Culture Bunker 1978

Reviews 02 Jun 2023

By Paul Sinclair

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It is the summer of 1981 and the letters page in Smash Hits is preoccupied by a single topic. A correspondent from Kirkintilloch who signs herself Sexy Lexy wants "more colour pictures" of The Teardrop Explodes’ frontman Julian Cope. Kathi Kelli of Blackley writes in to inform the world that she has kissed him, judging him "beautiful and macho-bodied", while Lorraine Dick of Lanarkshire reports that she has seen The Teardrop Explodes live and Julian Cope's voice was "really sexy, especially when he spoke to the audience". Gail from Birmingham is preoccupied by the thought that she might miss The Teardrop Explodes – and most importantly "the wonderful Mr Cope" – when they play her hometown: the gig is the night before her A-Levels. Simon Nash of Wimbledon believes they band have "kicked their fans in the teeth" by re-releasing their single ‘Treason’, but Claire McGann of Liverpool warns off "misguided trendies, rock critics and I Was An Original Punk types" from "knocking The Teardrop Explodes" for "entering the dreaded ‘pop market’." Too late, Claire, here's one of them now: a correspondent from Manchester, dismayed to see "hoardes of screaming girls in frilly blouses at their concert, all having hysterics at Julian", a state of affairs they deem "naff". No such issues for our old friend Sexy Lexy who, presumably flushed with the success of getting her name in print, writes again, in more robust terms, detailing a fantasy in which she ties Julian Cope to her bed.

The overall message seems clear. There are new teen idols in town, pretenders to Adam and The Ants’ throne: there are also rumblings on the Smash Hits letters page about Spandau Ballet and Duran Duran. But in the summer of 1981, if you had to take a punt on who would depose Adam in adolescent affections, the smart money would go on The Teardrop Explodes.

Of course, it didn't work out like that at all. As Head-On, Julian Cope's incredible 1994 autobiography, makes clear, The Teardrop Explodes spent their brief commercial zenith – which begins with the release of the Top 10 single ‘Reward’ in January 1981 and ends when the Top 30 hit ‘Passionate Friend’ starts descending the charts in October – behaving not like gimlet-eyed, ambition-fuelled pop stars, but as if they were engaged in an experiment to see whether it was possible to navigate Top Of The Pops-sized fame while subsisting on a diet largely comprised of LSD. No spoilers, but it wasn't.

One of the six CDs in this exhaustive box set is given over to a live recording from Liverpool's Club Zoo – a couple of highlights appear on the 7LP vinyl version – recorded a grand total of three months after Sexy Lexy et al were pledging their undying troth in print. The venue is tiny, and – by all accounts – far from sold out. Among the performances lurks an 11-minute version of ‘Sleeping Gas’, during which an audibly frazzled Julian Cope barks like a dog, threatens to attack the audience and offers musical recommendations ("Mercenaries by John Cale – have you heard it?") before lapsing into a lengthy silence during which, it becomes apparent, he has been gurning at the crowd: "the people at the front," he announces, "have been witnessing a face solo". You couldn't really blame the Smash Hits correspondents – who clearly hadn't signed up for this – for deserting them in droves.

It's meant as no slight on the pulchritude of Julian Cope – sexy voice, macho body and all – to say that, listening to the contents of Culture Bunker, you wonder how the world of Smash Hits ever became a consideration in the first place. As the first disc of early singles and b-sides underlines, The Teardrop Explodes started life purveying a spindly, trebly brand of post- punk. Their monochromatic sound feels very much a product of the late 70s – the lo-fi, cheap-studio quality of the original recordings amped up by the fact that the master tapes are clearly long-gone, and the tracks are dubbed from noticeably cracklier vinyl than that used for needle-drops on Piano, a 1990 compilation which highlights some of the same material – although something about it echoes the 60s as well: Cope's well-elocuted vocals have an air of Syd Barrett to them, the needling organ recalls The Seeds, the titles of ‘Sleeping Gas’ and ‘Kirby Workers Dream Fades’ evocative of the garage-punk found on the Nuggets compilation and the first stirrings of British psychedelia respectively. You could see why a major label might have signed them, but as an albums act, aimed more at NME readers than Smash Hits. But with Mercury Records’ cash on the table, the organ was replaced with synthesizers and a brass section, and they dug into their skill for concise, bright pop songs – ‘When I Dream’, ‘Reward’ – consigning their weirder side to the b-sides: the cacophonous ‘Strange House InThe Snow’; the fractured ‘Christ Vs. Warhol’.

Cope's well-elocuted vocals have an air of Syd Barrett to them

Cope's tousled good looks and aura of wide-eyed enthusiasm ("bless my cotton socks, I’m in the news!" opens ‘Reward’) did the rest. The problems with that situation were manifold. Cope had expected cult-dom, and the artistic freedom that entailed, and largely agreed with the Smash Hits correspondent who thought the screaming girls were "naff": he went along with it for a while – largely, one suspects, to annoy his fellow travellers from Liverpool's quite astonishingly bitchy and competitive music scene – but pop stardom, he waspishly opined in Head-On, was OK only "if you were into being adored by flat-chested premenstrual virgins". And then there were the drugs. It's not recorded whether Alan Gill, briefly The Teardrop Explodes guitarist, ever expressed regret for insisting the previously clean-living Cope smoke a joint during the recording of their debut album Kilimanjaro, an action that appeared to turn the frontman into a maniac overnight: From Drug Puritan To Acid King, as one CD in the box set is titled.

The ensuing madness Head-On details is stupidly, luridly entertaining: "every day, we would wake up, take acid, then ride to the studio on our imaginary horses," opens one typical anecdote. In fact, it's so stupidly, luridly entertaining, that it's hard not to feel the stories of drugged lunacy have overshadowed The Teardrop Explodes’ actual music. It's a situation Culture Bunker clearly seeks to redress, although it's hard to imagine its six hours of singles, b-sides, demos, live performances, rough mixes and outtakes appealing to anyone who who isn't already a fan of 1980's Kilimanjaro or its more expansive flop follow-up Wilder (1981), which stirred into the mix angular avant-funk and two brilliant, epic ballads, ‘Tiny Children’ and ‘The Great Dominions’. The live recordings in particular are frequently so rough as to repel all but the most committed, which is a shame, as they’re both packed with otherwise-unheard songs – ‘The Tunnel’, ‘Straight Rain’, ‘Beauty Comes Second’, ‘Vox Clamantis In Deserto’ – and document a band who covered a lot of musical ground in a short space of time: from the frantic post-punk of two 1979 gigs to a more measured, pop-facing London performance in 1980, to the compelling madness of the Club Zoo shows a year later, where the songs from the Wilder era take on a far looser, noticeably stranger tone (there's a particularly great version of ‘Colours Fly Away’ that sounds a lot closer to the humid, agitated funk of Talking Heads than the one they released as a single).

The Teardrop Explodes throw away songs as good as ‘Soft Enough For You’ on B-sides. They come up with a glacially beautiful synth ballad, then call it ‘Flipped Out On LSD’.

But for those with the time and the inclination, the sound of The Teardrop Explodes’ failed attempt to wrangle two opposing impulses, continued commercial success and drug-fuelled anything-goes experimentation, is endlessly intriguing, and a constant source of what-ifs? They throw away songs as good as ‘Soft Enough For You’ on B-sides. They come up with a glacially beautiful synth ballad, then call it ‘Flipped Out On LSD’. A February 1981 demo reveals they had a perfect follow-up to ‘Passionate Friend’ lurking around, but they never finished it, for reasons unknown: Julian Cope eventually did, and had a solo hit with ‘World Shut Your Mouth’ in 1986. The aborted 1982 sessions for their third album, eventually released in 1990 as Everybody Wants To Shag The Teardrop Explodes, were so disastrous they ended with drummer Gary Dwyer chasing guitarist/keyboard player Dave Balfe across farmland near Rockfield Studios with a loaded shotgun – perhaps understandably, the band spilt up shortly afterwards – but the rough sketches of songs on the final disc are great: a wracked take on ‘Serious Danger’, a different version of which made it onto the 1990 release, ‘Log Cabin’ and ‘Icarus 1’, neither of which did.

In the years after their demise, Cope took to painting The Teardrop Explodes’ swift decline from their brief moment of mainstream stardom as something inevitable and inbuilt: he was, he announced, on a "white male fuck-up" trip at the time. "I used to do outlandish, extreme things because that's what my heroes would have done – the idea was that the accumulation of all my heroes would be one hell of a god to be," he told one journalist. By ‘heroes’, he meant damaged psychedelic renegades like Syd Barrett, Jim Morrison and The Thirteenth Floor Elevators’ Roky Erickson: figures that burned out quickly in the 60s. Perhaps he's right: the Smash Hits early 80s were probably not the most receptive climate for an acid-fuelled, wildly unpredictable pop star, no matter how sexily-spoken or macho-bodied.If the contents of Culture Bunker sometimes belie the popular image of The Teardrop Explodes – barely three years separate its earliest tracks from its latest, the musical distance between them seems an impossibly large area to traverse by the kind of drugged-out disaster area Head-On suggests they were – its unaccountable dead ends and missed opportunities do suggest the kind of muddled thinking that a vast quantity of hallucinogens might induce.

Culture Bunker isn't the perfect introduction to the Teardrop Explodes – the uninitiated or curious would be better off buying Kilimanjaro and Wilder – nor the last word on them: it's clearly intended as a companion to those albums, and Everybody Wants To Shag…, aimed squarely at the devotees. But its lovely packaging (matching sleeves, authoritative notes by their former press officer Mick Houghton) conceals six hours of music that's variously chaotic, exploratory, commercial, wilfully alienating and a bit of a mess, but is liberally studded with incredible songs and fantastic ideas that don't always get off the ground. In that sense, it's The Teardrop Explodes all over.

Culture Bunker 1978-1982 was reviewed by Alexis Petridis for SDE and is released today, via Universal Music Recordings.

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