Foreword
This may be neither the time nor the place to admit that
I never got to see the Sex Pistols play. I did drive to Derby one night to
catch them on tour but upon arriving at the venue found only a hand-written
note stuck to the door announcing that the gig was off. In a strange way, I
wasn’t disappointed – a cancelled gig seemed decidedly more Punk than one that
went ahead. I never saw The Clash either, although I almost saw them at one of
those 100 Club gigs on London’s Oxford Street but had to leave to do my radio programme
before they came on. I did just catch Birmingham’s Nightingales though and
thought their song, “VD”, which consisted of little but a second or two of wild-eyed
strumming and the shouted words “I’ve got VD” – as fine as anything I heard in
all of that astonishing Punk year. It remains one of the few songs I can sing
in its entirety.
On the plus side, I did see and hear the subjects of this
present volume. The first time I caught The Damned in impressively violent
action was at an almost formal concert they played at a theatre in Victoria.
That’s Victoria, London. My memories of the event are hazy now (my memories of
this morning aren’t too good so bear with me) but I seem to remember the other
bands on the bill were Eddie & The Hot Rods and Graham Parker & The
Rumour (both these ensembles, but especially the Hot Rods – played their part in
unlocking the door that the Punks were about to kick down and they don’t get
enough credit for it). I had imagined that The Damned would see me, the compère
and a man blatantly working for the BBC, as a tool of an oppressive regime and would,
more than likely, give me a bit of a well-deserved kicking before running,
snarling like wild dogs, to inflict further mayhem elsewhere. In the event (and
they may well hate me for saying this) they were quite amiable, hardly spat at
me at all, played a blinder and were quickly booked for the first of seven
sessions for the programme (They also did two for Mike Read and one apiece for
Janice Long and Saturday Live. They did an In Concert too. Blimey). In a funny
way, I thought The Damned caught the true spirit of Punk, as understood by
Punks, better than their rivals. They devoted less time to striking attitudes and
never forgot, as many historians have, that Punk could be quite funny as well
as exciting. I mean, “Stab Yer Back”? Come on.
As a footnote and by a genuine and astonishing
coincidence, this morning’s post brought me a CD by a band called Slipper. The
EP is called “Earworms” and features, at the drums, Rat Scabies. The beat goes
on.
John Peel – 29/05/02.
A very strong twin 12” EP set, recorded live in the
studio at BBC Maida Vale in late 1976 and early ’77. The Damned were at their
peak and some versions here are as good as, if not better, than the originals.
"Neat, Neat, Neat," "New Rose," "I Fall," and
most of the other songs that make up their debut are here. The band proves its
versatility, going from the raging punk of "So Messed Up," which is as
menacing as anything the Sex Pistols ever recorded, to the very Doors-ish
"Feel the Pain." A highly recommended listen that proves the Damned
were a step above the majority of their punk brethren.
Ripped from the original 12" singles to MP3
The Damned; Peel Sessions 12"s
Recorded 30th November 1976 First
transmission 10th December 1976
A1. Stab
Your Back
A2. Neat,
Neat, Neat
A3. New
Rose
B1. So
Messed Up
B2. I
Fall
Recorded 10th May 1977 First transmission
16th May 1977
A1. Sick
Of Being Sick
A2. Stretcher
Case Baby
B1. Fan
Club
B2. Feel
The Pain


Great Blog!
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