For my own amusement, two FF acts who actually make me laugh, in the tradition of the immortal Half Man Half Biscuit.
Firstly, Leicester-based quartet Yeah Yeah Noh. Since I know bugger all about them, a few quotes from the Cherry Red site:
They are a likeable bunch, with none of the pretensions of your average would-be rock stars. They have brought out a comic, called the Bumper Book of Yeah Yeah Noh, with gossip and other things about them, described as “hours of amusement for all the family.” The lads and one lass appreciate their support from Leicester, and also from the droll Scouse DJ who has taken them on board. [Leicester Mercury, 1984]
Overall, in tandem with musically dissimilar but contemporaneous US outfits like the Meat Puppets and Husker Du, Yeah Yeah Noh showed that the real future of psychedelia lay in filtering it through the disciplined lens of punk’s Year Zero austerity, rather than merely trying to recreate the 60s without any attempt to validate their sound a for a more cynical era. [Popel Vooje]
All clumsy indie bands realise that the past is there to be plundered. Giants in their field, Yeah Yeah Noh plundered, perfected and performed. Being the perfect pop group, their demise was inevitable. [Neil Taylor, NME]
Certainly, Peel liked them enough to get them into the studio for three sessions. Bias Binding (FF 1984 #32) throws cultural references at one faster than it is possible to assimilate: suffice to say that a lot of the things they mention were part of my cultural experience at the time. Short, sweet and gently rollicking fun that disguises its seeming amateurishness with a wink and a smile.
BY THE WAY: Thanks very much to Dave Driscoll: since the BBC can’t be bothered to get it right on their Peel Sessions site, he has sent me the pictures you see above, which REALLY ARE Yeah Yeah Noh.
‘The first flexi-disc to get into the Festive Fifty’, claimed JP when I, Ludicrous’ Preposterous Tales made #11 in the 1987 chart. The disc was given away free with Blah Blah Blah magazine (oh, where is it now?), and despite the crackly insouciance of the recording, the story of the pub know-it-all who’s been there, seen it, done it and still manages to get away without buying his round is quite simply a laugh a minute. The band were formed in 1985 in London and still are John Proctor and David Rippingdale (a.k.a. Will Hung): they claim to be the second best band after the Fall, and on the evidence of this do a lot to live up to that claim. Their website contains everything you could ever wish to know about them, and a lot you probably couldn’t care less about. Nevertheless, makes me wish I was in England to catch the gigs they still do.