From the same studio that brought us 48 Chairs (Gerry & The Holograms), The Fall and The Blue Orchids, while following the bonafide bloodline between Danny And The Dressmakers, Toolshed and 808 State, the ‘difficult second album’ by Biting Tongues (released on a minuscule cassette run by The Buzzcocks’ vanity label) has since become a near mythical artefact of Mancunian DIY.
Cementing the path between the Absurd label’s kitchen sink synth assaults and Factory’s 99 informed downtown aspirations, Biting Tongues’ bass-driven, pounding-sounding, schizo-skronking, squat- pop put the emergence of punkfunk under a blinding interrogation bulb then hid round the corner evading secret police. Pouring three letter words like ESG, DAF, PIL and ACR into Ken Hollings’ Scrabble bag would result in a unique form of wordy dictaphone agit-rap and closed-circuit commentary to Graham Massey’s overqualified punk ensemble, laying foundations of future Manc activity using uncertified sand and gravel tactics, only to be safety checked every 38 years, or thereabout. ‘Live It’, the lost Biting Tongues album, still breathes.
Including what the original members of this pioneering post-punk platoon unanimously consider their greatest work, Biting Tongues’ seldom-heard, second roll of the dice was presented to The Buzzcock’s own label New Hormones to coincide with full-length DIY debuts by Ludus, Dislocation Dance and a distinct tightening of purse strings. Recorded on half-price studio time (in the midst of a multitrack repair session) and duped on to compact cassettes to keep pressing costs down, the album ‘Live It’ even entirely bypassed the non-existent art-department before landing in the hands of a small readership of peculiar punk die-hards, instantly slipping into obscurity, evading official band future discographies and reaching an imaginary status in the history of unchartered Manc-manufactured messthetics.
Cementing the path between the Absurd label’s kitchen sink synth assaults and Factory’s 99 informed downtown aspirations, Biting Tongues’ bass-driven, pounding-sounding, schizo-skronking, squat- pop put the emergence of punkfunk under a blinding interrogation bulb then hid round the corner evading secret police. Pouring three letter words like ESG, DAF, PIL and ACR into Ken Hollings’ Scrabble bag would result in a unique form of wordy dictaphone agit-rap and closed-circuit commentary to Graham Massey’s overqualified punk ensemble, laying foundations of future Manc activity using uncertified sand and gravel tactics, only to be safety checked every 38 years, or thereabout. ‘Live It’, the lost Biting Tongues album, still breathes.
Including what the original members of this pioneering post-punk platoon unanimously consider their greatest work, Biting Tongues’ seldom-heard, second roll of the dice was presented to The Buzzcock’s own label New Hormones to coincide with full-length DIY debuts by Ludus, Dislocation Dance and a distinct tightening of purse strings. Recorded on half-price studio time (in the midst of a multitrack repair session) and duped on to compact cassettes to keep pressing costs down, the album ‘Live It’ even entirely bypassed the non-existent art-department before landing in the hands of a small readership of peculiar punk die-hards, instantly slipping into obscurity, evading official band future discographies and reaching an imaginary status in the history of unchartered Manc-manufactured messthetics.
TRACK LISTING
Evening State (The Wave State)
Forty-Two
Reflector (Bootleg Studio)
Denture Beach (Relentless)
Forty-Three
After The Click The Dialogue
Or With Eyes Closed
Libreville
Read This
Unhook That Boy