In an effort to pass the time between marking, setting up communications networks that will fail the first time 30 kids actually try to log in all at once, and wondering why I ever left the womb in the first place, I’ve decided to fall face-first into the 17,000-odd songs on my iTunes playlist and pick out a band a day to help you all add some musical variety to your slow-cooker bread cooking and general staring out the windows while forgetting that you used to hate everyone on your street.
Because that’s just the kind of guy I am: bored and pointless.
Some bands you may have heard of. Some may be new to you (I hope so). Some may be on the list because I’ve got precious few bands that actually begin with that letter (Waves ‘Hi’ to Queen…). But each day, for the next 26 days, I’ll shuffle a letter further down the list and post a favourite song for no other reason than because.
So, today: ‘A’ and I’m going to start off nice and easy with one of my favourite bands of all time, but one that may not be terribly familiar to denizens of plague pits outside of Australia. The Angels were Australian gods from the mid-70s through to the late 80s or so, with a string of buzzsaw-thrashing rock songs that were infinitely better live than they were on vinyl. Known overseas as Angel City due to clashing band names, they remain one of Australia’s most iconic bands, thanks in large part to lead guitarist Rick Baker’s unnatural stillness, singer Doc Neeson’s general insanity, lyrics that often verged on the abstract, and a chik-chik-chik guitar riff that remains utterly distinctive.
Here’s one of my absolute favourite tracks, performed live (as all Angels tracks should be listened to) in 1979 on didn’t-know-what-hit-them teenybop pop show ‘Countdown’: Mr Damage contains everything I’ve listed above, and is, basically, just hard as fuck.