NEIL HOWSON of AGE OF CHANCE – Song For Ewe

“SONG FOR EWE”
with NEIL HOWSON of
AGE OF CHANCE

“SONG FOR EWE” is the feature where artists & music people beloved by VELVET SHEEP choose an obscure song they’ve been listening to that day. Today’s guest was guitarist of aces 80s/early 90s Leeds indie dance band Age of Chance. They went into the indie chart with a bullet with a boulderized and pulverising version of Prince’s “Kiss” in 1986 and their song “Don’t Get Mad…Get Even” got to number 5 in the exotic sounding US Billboard Hot Dance/Club Play chart. They appeared on the legendary C86 compilation with the song “From Now On, This Will Be Your God”, their metallic hybrids between rock, rap and dance were way, way ahead of their time and John Peel loved them! I don’t need any more excuse to welcome to these pages, Neil Howson!

Recently on social meedja, Neil caught my attention with an amazing clip of The Birthday Party and Tracy Pew looking totally possessed, but here is Neil if not possessed by Beelzebub, in similarly spectacular action for The Age of Chance’s first single “Motor City”….

But what did Neil opt for as his “song for ewe”…without further ado…

“Hi Nick, here goes..
Metal Urbain – Hysterie Connective

I was idling on Youtube the other day looking for old hip hop, early 60’s garage clips and this came up out of nowhere. I instantly recognised it as a song I first heard on Peel nearly 40 years back and it was a real stop the press moment (again).

It was the ungodly mix of fizzing punk guitars and 60’s scifi synthesizer that got me. There was also a real 1968/78 synergy, when Paris youth rioted in the streets, chucking paving stones at the Gendarmes echoing and actually influencing Malcolm McLaren’s punk theatre.

I was a fan of Suicide but this had way more energy and more immediacy…it rocked. Intrigued, I visited Paris shortly after this and tried to hunt them down. I didn’t manage it, but met some gorgeously chic paris youth and had a blast, impressing them with my ‘knowledge’ of the Clash and the Pistols. I have no idea what Metal Urbain are singing about, but I fully support their right to shout it really loudly. As their uncles may have said back in ’68…”Sous les pavés, la plage!!”

CHEERS NEIL!!

 

Author: Nick Hutchings

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