Upside Down - The Creation Records Story
Watched this on BBC4 on friday evening, and if you throw in the hour of film of Creation Acts at the BBC that followed it, it was a really worthwhile evening's viewing.
I say "worthwhile" but the reality was I was jumping all around the room because it was exciting stuff and my sort of teenage hood all brought back to life for me; The Jesus and Mary Chain went even further bacck than that - although as an 11 year old at the time I thought of them as "stooopid".
I was also much more of a 4AD fan, home of Ultra Vivid Scene, Lush, The Throwing Muses and The Pixies.
But seeing the oddly plum in the mouth House of Love - maverick guitarist Terry Bickers apparently unaged - brought it all back - pressed up against a girl with smelly dreadlocks right at the front at Lincoln Drill Hall in 1990, as my first gig turned out to the House of Love. I was wearing a friends long blue overcoat which for some reason I never took off despite the fact it seemed to be about 120 degrees, and I remember Guy Chambers sneeringly superior attitude before, during and after singing or playing anything.
"Oooh, you know how to whistle, that's clever."
A well thrown and rather full pint pot then justly hit him on the shoulder, but he kept on going, as the rest of the crowd kept loudly wondering why replacement guitarist Simon Walker was not the brilliant but perpetually referred to in the music press as "Bonkers" Bickers.
Ah, there was some great stuff - The Loft, featuring the strangely weedily voiced Pete Astor, The Boo Radleys when they were brilliant (i.e before Wake Up Boo, you cloth eared peasants) Bob Mould of The Mighty Sugar, and of course Primal Scream.
Loaded didn't really change the world you know, but it convinced everyone who listened to it that it had.
And then Oasis appeared, and the whole documentary just felt "So Bloody What?" after that. "Be Here Now" "Who damn cares"
I say "worthwhile" but the reality was I was jumping all around the room because it was exciting stuff and my sort of teenage hood all brought back to life for me; The Jesus and Mary Chain went even further bacck than that - although as an 11 year old at the time I thought of them as "stooopid".
I was also much more of a 4AD fan, home of Ultra Vivid Scene, Lush, The Throwing Muses and The Pixies.
But seeing the oddly plum in the mouth House of Love - maverick guitarist Terry Bickers apparently unaged - brought it all back - pressed up against a girl with smelly dreadlocks right at the front at Lincoln Drill Hall in 1990, as my first gig turned out to the House of Love. I was wearing a friends long blue overcoat which for some reason I never took off despite the fact it seemed to be about 120 degrees, and I remember Guy Chambers sneeringly superior attitude before, during and after singing or playing anything.
"Oooh, you know how to whistle, that's clever."
A well thrown and rather full pint pot then justly hit him on the shoulder, but he kept on going, as the rest of the crowd kept loudly wondering why replacement guitarist Simon Walker was not the brilliant but perpetually referred to in the music press as "Bonkers" Bickers.
Ah, there was some great stuff - The Loft, featuring the strangely weedily voiced Pete Astor, The Boo Radleys when they were brilliant (i.e before Wake Up Boo, you cloth eared peasants) Bob Mould of The Mighty Sugar, and of course Primal Scream.
Loaded didn't really change the world you know, but it convinced everyone who listened to it that it had.
And then Oasis appeared, and the whole documentary just felt "So Bloody What?" after that. "Be Here Now" "Who damn cares"