Yet there are other gears, he does hard-boiled pugilistic noir, and serial-strangeness in which he totally inhabits character. I’m not sure how Elvis fans would embrace a Dead Elvis tribute act quite like the one that Bryn conjures here. Noddy Holder stole the idea for a sequence in the ‘Flame’ (1975) movie. The singer-emerging-from-the-coffin thing was once done by Screaming Lord Sutch, although Screaming Jay Hawkins probably beat him to it. And just for good absurdist measure the bugs choose Elvis Presley as their god-deity, legitimising a spattering of song-references. For “The King Is Dead” (originally in ‘Tigershark’ no.9) he traces his mighty mighty Stag Beetles back to reports of an eccentric electrical inventor in 1907 editions of the ‘London Mirror’. There, it’s the radioactive residue of the Three-Hour Nuclear War which destroyed Detroit that mutates super-growth in bugs. The resurrected zombie horn players of “Trumpet Involuntary” who freeze the world into the soulless bleakness of their dead vision.įrederik Pohl wrote “Let The Ants Try” for ‘Planet Stories’ (Winter 1949). The ghost wannabe session-voice “Singing Sad Songs” in the haunted Indie recording studio. Poems to Blind Lemon Jefferson or Charley Patton. Music threads this collection, a recurring riff or looped motif. Can de Blue man sing the Whites? He sure can now… You meet it at the voodoo crossroads of midnight and sign away your soul into its inexorable crawling horror. This is a tale wrought from the very guts, sweat and bone of vinyl. Bryn knows his way around a twelve-bar so intimately you feel your fingers pressed against the fret. Or maybe it was Mike Vernon who tasked Alastair Drake with tracking down the elusive Blues legend for his Blue Horizon label? No, not that either. Wasn’t he tracked down by Alan Lomax who did field recordings of him? No. But when you read “Ain’t That The Truth” you’re damn-sure you heard it. I never heard the killer Blues of Jackson ‘Truth’ Monroe. Bryn Fortey’s fiction blurs the edges more than most. While quantum physics indicates that all is constantly in flux, making anything resembling the whole ‘truth’ and nothing but the ‘truth’ a shifting nonsense of fake news and conspiracy theories. Ludwig Wittgenstein says that truth is merely an abstract semantic construction with no causal relationship to so-called reality. You can’t compromise the truth, it knows no regulation.
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