Infidels

I've been here before

The Dwarfs are back to haunt me.
This isn't a psychotic episode, honest. Trust me.
Over 20 years ago I stood in a record cutting room while two records
were cut. Mine/Ours, the Shoot! EP, and because the guy who was organizing it had a bit of
time. A record he had licensed from the states The squawling 70 seconds
of execration the followed showed up the limitations of our polite English
indie music .
That noise was The Dwarfs.
It did at the time shake my confidence more than I think I've ever admitted.
I've kept a bit of my eye on them ever since. I wouldn't want to know them
or even meet them just too “out there”. Too “Rock'n'Roll”.
In an interview with Simon Reynolds in his new book, Pete Thomas from Pere Ubu states the English just cannot rock. And I agree, we cannot do, the MC5, The Stooges
or god help us The Dwarfs.
We're too filled with irony, and we just don't believe in, or get “Rock's” cathartic
qualities. I worry more about the word cathartic than I do about where the next
big bag of drugs are coming from. Theory proved.
So.......
20 odd years on, contemplating all things band and newness. I stumble across
The Dwarfs on Spotify. By my reckoning four different formats on, and at least the fifth
imminent death of the music industry later.
The Dwarfs - still the same short appalling noise – still stunning - still no change....