I Killed the Zeitgeist – The Unorthodox Romance of Nicky Wire

I Killed the Zeitgeist– Nicky Wire

I Killed the Zeitgeist
I Killed the Zeitgeist

Strong, confident, beautiful, romantic…words that will never be used to describe the quality of Nicky Wire’s singing voice. Except, maybe the last one.

Wire’s voice, for all it lacks, does possess an undeniable innocence, charm, and yes, romanticism. Underneath of what sounds like a bizarre collage of inarticulate droning, is really something quite beautiful. Nicky Wire has given us a bit of himself; naked, unpolished, vulnerable. He trusts us to find beauty among the wreckage. We need to stop listening to the quality of Wire’s voice and listen to what he is saying. I have listened to Zeitgeist continuously over the last few days, and admit I have become a bit obsessed with it.

In the opening track, “I Killed the Zeitgeist” the line “Pain like the shattering of glass”, is one you would expect to hear erupting from James Dean Bradfield on a Manic Street Preachers album. However, sung in Wire’s flat, nondescript tone makes it feel more sincere, a little more…painful.

“Break my Heart Slowly” opens with a magnificent quote from Eleanor Coppola. The title alone is one of the most romantic I have heard. Especially when Wire has them spoken by Dora Maar. Maar was a poet, artist and photographer. However, she is best known for her volatile relationship with the artist Picasso. She was a fascinating dark beauty, who became Picassos muse; it isn’t surprising she also became Wire’s. It is the only single released from the album.

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Later tracks like “The Shining Path” and “Bobby Untitled” are where Wire showcases his real lyrical aptitude. The Shining Path is a Peruvian guerilla group whose ideology, (funded by cocaine) is based on Maoism. The group uses violence and terrorism against the “bourgeois democracy” in order to create a communist state. In the song Wire, a student of politics, sings about his own revolution “creeping up and making plans” as “governments crash” and “hope dead like Jesus on the cross.” Wire’s Shining Path is obviously more personal and less violent, but the song suggests that we all eventually have to deal with conflicts outside of our control. Our own revolutions.

IMG_3168“Bobby Untitled” opens with the closing stanza of Robert Frost’s Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening. Bobby Sands was a member of the IRA who died in prison during a hunger strike at the age of 27. Richey Edwards,Wire’s closet friend and bandmate, was confined in his own prison of mental illness. Edwards suffered from amongst other things, self-mutilation and anorexia. He disappeared in 1995, he was also 27. Wire’s confession “bits of me don’t exist anymore, I can’t replace what’s been and gone” are undoubtedly in reference to Richey. It is a touching tribute.

For me, the one track that stands alone as being the most romantic is the haunting “Everything Fades.” This is the darkest track on the album and that’s probably why I’m so attracted to it. Wire lyrics “Tied to a place we don’t belong” and “Frozen not dead, but grey and decayed” portray a sense of deep loss, not only of those close to him, but loss of the self.

Having nothing to lose, Wire described the process as “effortless” and himself as having “no expectations.”

Loss, confrontation and reflection. These are things we all relate to as we struggle to manage our way. This is Nicky Wire doing his own thing. It is brave and soul bearing, earnest and at times uncomfortable. This is his revelation, his purging. It is spectacular and beautiful.

This is NOT a Manic Street Preachers album. It is NOT an attempt to compete with James Dean Bradfield’s solo release, (Bradfield does lend his talents to two of the tracks), this is all Nicky Wire. Love him or hate him, he doesn’t give a fuck. That, is the romanticism.IMG_3166

Why is Richard Butler so Cool?

Richard Butler 1994, Washington D.C
Richard Butler 1994, Washington D.C -Photo by MJ Zander

Richard Butler is cool. The guy is absolutely dripping in the stuff. From the iconic Psychedelic Furs, to Love Spit Love, back to the Psychedelic Furs, Butler proves he’s got the one thing a lot of bands from the 80’s were missing….staying power based on originality.

Formed in 1977, the Furs released their self-titled debut album in 1980. A combination of punk and sixties psychedelia, the Furs became one of the most distinctive bands of the post punk genre. Butler, an art student who could be considered a bit of a visionary, saw music as a way to express things that painting couldn’t. After seeing the Sex Pistols at the 100 Club in London and realizing music didn’t have to be complicated or even, well, musical, to become a vehicle of expression, Butler decided it was time to form his own band. Butler claims he doesn’t think “anybody starts out being original.” However, with Butler’s cryptic lyrics and raw, sultry rasp, it didn’t take long for the Furs to do exactly that.

The Furs music was filled with an energy similar to punk. What separated them from bands like the Pistols was the delivery. Where Johnny Rotten spitted slogans and anti-establishment angst, Butler chose an enigmatic, ambivalent approach as if to say “here’s our music if you don’t like it, oh well.”

Seven albums later, after the 1991 release World Outside, the Furs called it a day. Butler, went on to form Love Spit Love with help from bandmate and brother Tim Butler. The band’s self-titled debut released in 1994 was well received. Butler’s rasp had been slightly polished and the music, while having elements from the Furs, sounded a bit tighter and mature thanks to the addition of guitarist Richard Fortus. 1995 found the band recording a cover version of The Smiths iconic “How Soon is Now” for the movie The Craft. This was a brave move. There are a certain songs that have already reached infallible perfection and should never be covered.  To do so is rock n roll sacrilege. “How Soon is Now” is one of those songs. It was the first time Richard Butler had disappointed me. However, he made up for it with the 1997 release of Trysome Eatone.

Richard Butler -Washington D.C. 1994  Photo taken by MJ Zander
Richard Butler -Washington D.C. 1994 Photo taken by MJ Zander

Richard Butler’s artistry goes beyond his music. A 2013 exhibit in New York entitled “ahatfulofrain” showcased his work that falls somewhere between abstract and visionary. Butler’s paintings are full of bizarre beauty with a dreamy quality that draws you into them. You can check them out here. https://player.vimeo.com/video/64023283?api=1&player_id=player_1

Butler has reunited with the Furs and is currently on tour.  You can find out more info here. http://www.thepsychedelicfurs.com/tour.html

The Everlasting Manic Street Preachers

James Dean Bradfield of The Manic Street Preachers
James Dean Bradfield of The Manic Street Preachers Photo credit to Judyboo https://www.flickr.com/photos/judyboo by license https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/4.0/

There is something undeniably satisfying about reconnecting with bands you loved during your formative years. Bands that have always been important to you, but as you got older, other things came along. While you still enjoyed the music, the youthful passion began to wane and those beloved discs, with their much-thumbed inserts and cracked cases, sat neglected on the shelf for a few years as you went on with life. Then one day as you look for something to listen to, you grab a CD off the shelf and shove it in your car’s CD player. As you listen to it with fresh ears and a more mature perspective, you start to feel a rekindling of the old passion you felt years ago. You listen again and you’re hooked, but it’s different this time; this time it’s better. The music talks to you on a different level. It’s a deeper, more meaningful connection.

Music is a form of expression and sadly, it seems today it has become a form of making money. Manufactured bands and solo artists that have to resort to ludicrous gimmicks just to sell records along with bands that refuse to go quietly into the night, have cheapened the listening experience. The emotion and expression has been replaced by banal, trite lyrics and melodies without substance. What was once a platform that inspired thought and change has been reduced to background noise played in shops, offices, and various public venues. With the exception of a rare few, modern music has lost its lifeblood and become anemic. Feeling I was drowning in melismatic mediocrity, I went back through my collection and found my salvation in The Manic Street Preachers.

My introduction to the Manics was brought about by a friend from Australia, with whom I shared a similar interest in music. He came to the States for a visit one summer, bringing with him, the newly released Generation Terrorists CD. The appeal was instant, “Stay Beautiful”, “Condemned to Rock and Roll” and the heartbreaking, “Motorcycle Emptiness”, conquered and converted me. Donned in white jeans, black eyeliner and leopard print, doused with aggression, the Manics became my religion. I had been a fan of the Sex Pistols, (long after their demise) finding their belligerence and pugnacious aggression against convention and authority very appealing. The Manics had all that; they also had intelligence and a sincerity that the Pistols did not. The Manics were, as the tortured Richey Edwards carved into his arm, 4 REAL. They could never have created the music they did if they hadn’t been. Generation Terrorists, along with The Queen is Dead, by The Smiths, were two of the most important albums in the formation of my musical evolution.

The follow up, Gold Against the Soul carried over the aggression of Generation Terrorists, but reflected a slight change in direction as James Dean Bradfield began to show an inclination towards a more melodic approach. Especially noted in “From Despair to Where” and the track that followed, “Scream to a Sigh (La Tristesse Durera)”. Tracks like “Nostalgic Pushead” and the ironically upbeat “Drug, Drug, Druggy” would have been equally at home on Generation Terrorists; while tracks like “Yourself” and “Symphony of Tourette” were an indication of what would come next-something no one expected. The deeply disturbing, The Holy Bible. I coveted Gold Against the Soul” just as I had Generation Terrorist and continued to be a devout parishioner.

And then…I stopped listening, and Richey Edwards disappeared, creating one of the biggest mysteries in rock music.

The Manics despaired about the fate of Richey, when he disappeared in 1995, and it was that despair that ironically saved them with “A Design for Life” off the captivating 1996 release, Everything Must Go. To quote Shelley the Manics found the “pleasure which exists in pain” and made Everything Must Go, a cornerstone in the Manic Street Preachers catalog. And along with its disturbing predecessor, The Holy Bible, it remains one of James Dean Bradfield’s favorites. It is also one of mine. It was this album that brought me back into the fold. The Manics had reinvented themselves-they were reflective, yet looking forward. They were changing their sonic landscape with the addition of strings and a tighter sound, while keeping some of the earlier energetic aggression in tracks like “Enola/Alone” and “Further Away”.

Fotografía por Toni Rosado toni@scannerfm.com license:https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/4.0/
Nicky Wire (aka Jones)  Fotografía por Toni Rosado toni@scannerfm.com
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As much as I revered Everything Must Go, it didn’t prepare me for what was to follow-This is My Truth Tell Me Yours. Here, I must make a confession-I was afraid to listen to it. I was afraid of being let down, afraid the band had their moment in the sun and nothing the Manics did would live up to Everything Must Go. My fears were unfounded. This is My Truth Tell Me Yours, was a showcase for Bradfield’s musical maturity and Nicky Wire’s lyrical artistry coming out from behind Richey Edwards. Even Sean Moore’s drumming sounded more passionate. This was the Manics at their most brutal and beautiful. Tracks like “The Everlasting”, “Ready for Drowning” and “I’m Not Working” are rich with what Wordsworth called the “spontaneous overflow of emotion”. This is My Truth Tell Me Yours, pulls you in and doesn’t let go until it has squeezed out your deepest emotions and leaves you feeling a bit disturbed as if you have experienced a personal violation of sorts and secretly enjoyed it. Perhaps the assault left me emotionally drained, for it was the last Manic Street Preachers album I bought or listened to until 2007.

I’m not sure what is was about Send Away the Tigers that rekindled the devotion. It may have been the return to the guitar driven opening track, as well as Underdogs which gave a nod towards Generation Terrorists or “The Second Great Depression” which could have easily found itself at home on Everything Must Go. The Manics were back for me, and this time I wasn’t going to let go.

I realize I have left out a few recordings. Particularly The Holy Bible. The Holy Bible is its own entity. For me, I see it as something that cannot be lumped in with the rest of the Manics catalog. It is brutally disturbing and darkly beautiful. It is not for the casual listener. It is a powerful album, one that demands respect and caution. Each time I hear it, it leaves me feeling a bit uneasy, but yet I can’t stop listening to it.

James Dean Bradfield, a self-proclaimed lover of melody, is also a master of it-creating melodies so gorgeous, so sonically lush; it leaves you breathless, like a sucker punch to the stomach. The Manic Street Preachers are on a higher level than most other bands.  They demand and receive commitment and dedication.

Simon Price, author of the brilliant Everything (A Book About Manic Street Preachers) stated “The Manics still leave me uncertain. Which means they leave me thinking. This is their ultimate triumph.” (Price xiii) The lack of this in modern music is exactly why rock music has become dormant and cheap pop has become the genre of choice. We have become a society of distractions preferring to use machines and social media to do the thinking for us. However, as the Manic Street Preachers continue to inspire new generations of musicians, I am not ready to give up all hope. As long as our smiles stay genuine, the influence of the Manic Street Preachers will remain everlasting.