Do the apocalypso (choose your partners)
-Publication Unknown- - 1982/1983
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Picture text: Sisters of Mercy (no relation to New Order) cast a gothic shadow for the lens of Kevin Cummins.
With groups like The Gun Club and Birthday Party kicking the cataleptic body of music around, perhaps it was inevitable that the search for something new would be on.
Enter The Sisters Of Mercy.
The Sisters are five human units: Ben Gunn, Gary Marx, Lerch Adams and Andrew Eldritch - and an all important drum machine.
"We are probably the first people in this country to take the sound of the drum machine and actually do something different with it. If you know how to use them these things can be immensely powerful."
The Sisters pull out the full verbal swagger, partly through a conviction of their own power and direction, and partly through simple perversity.
Fashion is tehre to be flaunted, they argue, and they do so delightedly. When I arrive to talk to them they're running through an old Jimi Hendrix video.
Listen little Sisters, I thought rock was dead.
"That's the trouble with the press," they sulk, "they will not recognise that the rock format still has an enorumous amount to contribute - as long as it's apporached with the right attitude and an awareness that certaint hings just can't be taken seriously."
"People are ready to recognise a smartness and a sense of humour in pop but not rock, which is just as suitable a vehicle."
The Sisters of Mercy are an intersection of the compelling sex-beat simplicity of DAF and the sparkling spirit (not the junky fascination) of the New York Dolls. They describe themselves as a heavy metal band, but what's important is that they operate on more than one level.
"Some people like us because we make a powerful noise, some people see us as the thinking man's guide to the apocalypse," they say with derision. "And some actually see the tremendous balck humour with which the whole thing's done."
Black humour but not black magic?
"We could go in for all that imagery, but it's just the easy way to find out. It's a way of covering up the inability of making any intelligent comment. Like the reference to Tarot on the new single says: 'In illusion comfort lies which means black magic is just another illusion that people use to wrap themselves up in and hide from teh real world."
The double A-side single 'Alice'/'Floorshow' is a devastating scream.
A follow up to the highly acclaimed 'Body Electric' and their best forgotten debut, it's the purest expression of the Sisters' promise so far. They insist, though, that this is only one side of them.
"We regard records and live performances as being two different aspects of the whole thing. Each can be taken on their own, to understand what the band is trying to do, you have to see both sides of them."
At London's Imperial College, in front of an unsuspecting crowd of students, they expose the live wire. Where the recrods restrain teh power, the live sound takes it to almost ridiculous levels, as the band teeters on the edge of parody.
Andrew, starved and spindly, coils around the mike, Craig disinterest and rolls out an ominous wash of bass, and Ben looks bemused. The drum machine cuts through the top of your head.
The audience becomes a mix of bouncing psychobillies, restrained consideration and open antagonism.
"We always do that to audiences, there's always the three distinct groups. We always get cut and dried reactions."
My reaction? The Sisters of mercy are not the answer but they make an invigorating antidote.
My advice to you? See them!
-Don Watson
Two sisters, at our mercy!
-Publication Unknown- - April 1983
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I quite often stumble into The Warehouse, or Le Phonographic and amongst the familiar strains of The Banshees and The Cramps, hear a black beat; a consistant rythm; a thrusting force - The Sisters of Mercy! There are four members in the band, who makes the music, play the gigs and if you're lucky may let you interview them. Fanzine writers take not, put a band like the Sisters on the cover of any durge-ridden rag and your horrid little paper should sell out in no time - Was I thinking that? Surely not; Anyway, Steve and myself met two of the band, Gary and Ben, at the Warehouse wehre they were supporting The Gun Club that night. The other two (ugly?) sisters had decided to make themselves 'unavailable' and were nowhere to be seen. I could have sworn taht the two geezers I'd spotted earlier were the two afore-mentioned 'superstars', or at least exact replicas. But my eye-sight never been very good!! It was home territory for the Sisters, so the place was packed tight and the atmosphere stifling.
A lot had happened since we'd last spoken to the band, over a year ago. We asked Gary what they'd been up to...
"Well, we've just recorded a 5-track single called 'Reptile House'. Ben joined us last year. The first single that we did with im was 'Alice', which was like our break in a very small way, as it got us into the indie charts.'
You've got your own label now, is that helping you?
"Yes, it's Merciful Release, with us and The March Violets both on it. We could be the most successful independant label around, apart from maybe Factory and Mute. We're hoping to use it as a launching pad for other bands."
With band commitments and also running the label, you must be pretty busy?
"Yeah, there's the tour with Gun Club, then the new E.P. and then the new single which we'll be recording in June. We've been gigging almost solidly this year."
'Alice' was released in America, how was that arranged?
"Yes, we put it out on a 12". The Psychdelic Furs put up all the costs so it was no skin off our noses. What happened was, Andy went to see the Furs a long time ago and gave them our first tape, which they liked and gave to various people, including their manager. So we've had a lot of help and advice from them. John Ashton, the Furs' guitarist, produced 'Alice' which was the reason why it was so good. With a bit of luck he might help us with the next one."
Are you fairly happy with your present standing then i.e. They'll put on your record and most dancefloors will be immediately packed.
"Fairly happy yes. There's definitely the beginning of a following."
Does this comes as a surpise to you?
"No, not really because apart from Ben, we've all been doing this for quite a while and we all thought that this would be the band that would do it, alongside all the other things we've done and consequently abandoned. With the Sisters Of Mercy, we all felt taht it was worth sticking to what we were doing. In London at the moment, a lot of the new bands are into The Stooges etc., which wasn't quite so fashionable a couple of years ago when we were being compared to them. In a sense though, we're trying to avoid that now. That's one of the reasons why we're doing all these cover versions like 'Jolene', by Tanny Wynette, just to shake it off a bit. We're in a position now where we can do that. The new E.P. is pretty slow, which is a deliberate move to prove what we're not just a 'rama-lama punk band'. I remember the first time we played 'Jolene' at The Venue. Everybody was horrified and people were even walking out. Since then it's been great though, it's the highlight of the set now. Thats the way it
should be though, because it's a great song."
From Tammy Wynette to Ben Gunn, is there a connection? Ben is the new guitarist and we had a brief but fruitful chat.
"I joined the band about 18 months ago and it's been going very well. I got to know the band trhough some ex Xpelaires and things went on from there. They rrang me up one day and asked me if I wanted to join their band and I said no at first because I was in the middle of my A-levels. So they spent ages convincing me taht they were going to be the biggest thing Britain had seen since The Stones or The Beatles. I didn't really believe it and asked them the name of the band. They said we're The Sisters Of Mercy and I said ok. I'd join straight away, whatever happened."
And tehre ends this short tale. A fairy-tale come true from Ben or for anyone who listens to The Sisters? I'm not sure. I'm still a little bit apprehensive. Nothing though I'm sure, can deter The Sisters. 'Reptile House' is in your shops and in the charts and the new single is on the horizon. Some people may think that the Sisters are arrogant or hostile or whatever. It might be true, but not at least of Ben and Gary. They were friendly, helpful and open. Andy on the other hand, may have the business acumen to take the band to the top, but he's certainly no charmer!
-Interview by Mark Carritt and Steve Trattles. Words by Mark C.
Sisters of Mercy by Khaargn
TRULY NEEDY - early 1984
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In ancient times the Prince of Darkness tempted revered Zen ascetics by sending out a demon in the guise of a beautiful seductress. But Zen ascetics being a crusty lot, the demon always failed.
We hardly expect to be that crusty.
It's a nightclub at midnight. The moon outside must be full. As the dimmed stage lights rise, three intimidating figures (Ben Gunn, Gary Marx, Craig Adams) adorned with guitars plant themselves solidly and conjure dense waves of stomach-churning bass and whining melody, driven by the hypnotic "thud and crash" of a drum machine that bears of the disco crowd. Against this maniacally funeral backdrop a slight, dark figure slinks on stage...dressed entirely in black, with finely-chiselled nose and chin, eyes concealed by glowing mirror-frames and a mop of onyx hair. His lithe, snaky, blackglowed hands wrap around the mike stand as he mumbles a sullen, monotone "'Ello".
Then suddenly...too suddenly...the voice transforms as it takes up the song. A sinister, rumbling growl from each word slowly...agonizingly...like a tortured sculptor twisting clay, then soars to a frantic, ear-piercing screech. Now the figure looms above the crowd like unfamiliar shadows in a midnight alleyway. His shoulders slip from side to side as he pulls the mike stand back and forth around his wiry form, his boney hips pumping seductively like some uncontrollable piston...never missing a beat. His voice slithers through some undetected chink in your psyche, yanks up your emotional entrails, and drags them up...slowly...leaving them in a bloody, quivering heap on the dancefloor.
Andrew Eldritch is a latter-day Siren.
The name Sisters of Mercy is "not really about Catholicism," explains Andy. "It's just an evocation of attitude. Besides being wonderfully sick and funny...and very attractive, I don't really care about Catholicism. We didn't come across our name because of that. It's got a lot more to do with prostitutes than nuns. But we do like the idea of the two together."
If the Sisters of Mercy carried a banner it would read "Ambiguity".
"I don't mind being misconstrued in as much as it's perfectly clear to me what my songs mean. They have their ambiquities, but I'd rather have it that way than make clear cut little statements. It's oblique, but it's all there. I don't feel any obligation to make it clear, because, apart from everything else, if it's all up front the way a lot of people want, it wouldn't be any fun for us at all. We'd get very tired of it."
"Our live shows are drastically different from teh records. The songs are essentially the same, but our tendency to take the piss out of rock and roll comes across a lot stronger live because so much of it is visual. The cliches of rock music really comes out and you can just wallow in it. you have to see the band when they play. You have to see the little grinson the sides of their faces. You have to see the way a guitar explodes when someone treads on it, or how an amplifier starts smoking when it's turned up too far."
"It's defintitely funny, although we hae to make it quite subtle to get off on it ourselves. Which is a problem, because people don't really catch on to what we're on about. But as people are gradually made more and more aware of all the aspects of what we do, then there's got to come a time when everything gets communicated in one massive sensory overkill."
Tracking the Sisters from one record to the next - one gig to the next - is fascinating, perhaps because it's so obvious that the band is enjoying the exact same process. Commencing their career in their native Leeds, England (Andy's actually a disaffected Londoner), the Sisters of Mercy begans as a collaboration between Andy, gutiarist Gary Marx, and the notorious Doktor Avalanche (drum machine) leading to the release (on the band's own Merciful Release label) - and subsequent disavowal - of a single called "The Damage Done" ("It was bad - too self-indulgent").
The Sisters met guitarist ben Gunn and bassist Craig Adams "in a laundromat. Or maybe not. It doesn't really matter. No one gives a fuck how we met, do they? We can't remember." In any case, their current line-up established, the Sisters began "releasing stuff to exercise (exorcise?) the various aspects of what we can do. We saturated the British market with records. We really confuse them." Specifically, their single "The Body Electric" first got the Sisters noticed...not only in the Midlands, where they were already fairly established, but in London which, taking them at face value, began branding them "positive punk" (read: hardcore). For all their love of ambiguity, this was one misinterpretation the Sisters found both offensive...and dangerous. They soon stormed London, setting the record straight so successfully that their next single, "Anaconda", and first EP, "Alice", raced up the indie charts, nesting alongside the Birthday Party's Bad Seed EP and New Order's Power,
Corruption and Lies.
Never content to sit back on their "laurels," the Sisters wound their tortuous route in a different direction. The result was The Reptile House EP - "a thouroughly slow record. Although it's flawed, I think it's a flawed masterpiece. I'm very proud of it."
With this neat little oeuvre under their belts, the Sisters of Mercy were ready to launch themselves on the world...or at least on the European and American markets. Their tour of Europe where "we're going over quite well. Probably because I have a tendency to wear leather trousers and the Belgians and the French are a bit silly about that sort of thing. I do have spectacular legs," was followed by a northeast U.S. introduction so recent the notice aren't in yet.
"There's no reason the Sisters shouldn't just get better and better until everyone's done as much as they possibly can. Then it'd be time to cash it all in. But it's very, very hard to forsee that happening at this stage."
"I can't see a time when I'm ever going to run dry. My mind's a bottomless pit. There are so many paradoxes involved - I'm a real fucker for paradoxes - it's easy to make delicious statements. It's a very complex thing to express. It's very simple to convey. At the moment we've been conveying bits of it on each record, bits of it in each gig. I'm hoping there'll come a time when any one record we make or any one gig we play will say everything we've got to say."
Ambitous? Their latest release, "The Temple of Love", finds Andy - the band's erstwhile producer - not only discovering the 24 track studio, but revelling in it. The Sisters' viscous swash now separates into veil upon musical veil, the harmonies blossoming in complexity. The title song is a veritable masterpiece of evocative songwriting. from it's poetic lyrics - ironic images of desparate love, fear, suicide, darkness - to ebbing and surging waves of melody and harmony, to its perversly hypnotic beat, "The Temple of Love" collects the myriad thematic strands - both musical and lyrical - that run through all the Sisters' work and weaves them together in a deliciously shocking scenario.
"Temple of Love" may be the most perfect Sisters specimen to date, but it is their live performances that give full vent to their sombre, writhing textures. While Andy has pretty well defined his own role, it's intriguing to discover what the other Sisters try to project through their sarcastic, agonising psychodrama.
Khaaryn: What do you try to do onstage?
Ben: Performance-wise? You mean the way we project ourselves? I don't know...I'm...I just try and... I just try and project what I... I'm... I don't know.
Andy: Ben project a great deal of confusion.
Ben: I find it very hard to play guitar and project myself at the same time.
Andy: It's a question of...pelvis, Ben. It's how long your guitar strap is.
Ben: Oh, definitely.
Andy: How wide apart your legs are...
Khaaryn: Is he putting words into you mouth?
Andy: I'm not putting words into his mouth.
Ben: No. He's just being gross.
(Since the end of their U.S. mini-tour in September, Ben, by mutual agreement with the band, abandoned his vocation with the Sisters of Mercy. As he himself noted in my interview with him, "If any of us quit, the Sisters wouldn't be the Sisters," Prophetic...to say the least.
As of this moment, a few West Coast dates notwithstanding, Andy and the rest of his order have "gone underground". But don't be surprised if the next Merciful Release is by a band called Acid Rain...)
END
The land that time forgot
ZIG ZAG - August 1984
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The sweet and innocent Jayne Houghton trounces the entire populace of Leeds
I somehow doubt the following article will have you flocking in droves up North to get a 'piece of the action' because the question is, 'What action?'
Exactly. Leeds is blessed with the infamous pessimism, stagnation and boredom bug at the moment. This, coupled with stifling Northern ideologies, which expect people to 'do as yer granddad did' shuns anything remotely adventurous and ambitious, hardly encouraging the Leeds music scene.
Since the beginning of The Fan Club (Brannigans), seven years ago, promoter John Keenen has devoted himself to bringing hundreds of bands to Leeds and helping small local bands. He has put on (and originated) Futurama for six years and is in the process of compiling a book on this event. His patience however has finally snapped. Talking to Howard Corry of the Pop Post he justifably aired his bitterness. "Why are there no Leeds labels like Zoo (Liverpool), Factory (Manchester) or Kitchenware (Newcastle)? Why are there no decent live venues and why do the few Leeds bands complain that nobody would come anyway? Leeds is dead after 11 p.m. Are Leeds people apathic, tightfisted and boring or are they just plain broke and lacking opportunity?"
Resentful words coming from a man who turned down numerous lucrative promotinal jobs in London, to stay in Leeds and bang his head against a brick wall.
Alternatively, we have the person who has the ability to assist local bands but would rather 'let them do it themselves - why should I help?': Benjamin Matthews, on time guitarist with The Sisters of Mercy. Although not intellectually overburdened he did have the contacts needed to pursue a musical career. I followed this shining star, albeit somewhat faded now and found him, expectedly, in the overtly credible water hole, The Faversham.
First, let's have the truth about The Sisters.
"I left because of personal differences."
Come now you naughty boy, there's more to it than that!
"The general band policies, which are obviously derived from one member began to stink."
So you set up a record label?
"'Flame On Records'. The first release was in October, with a band called Anabas."
Did the label you set up with The Sisters pay off money?
"Let's get this straight. I've recieved no money whatsoever. I'm owed hundreds of pounds and intend sueing them shortly. I started Flame On Records with no money. Anyone can do it. I simply knew a band who needed a hand so i helped them out."
Until you flopped.
"I certainly didn't flop. I invented the label for the press and they lapped it up. it was all fictitious, a joke, and now I'm going to Liverpool to do a degree because the whole music business stinks."
Yeah? Well before you shoot off, give us your invaluable opinion on the current Leeds music scene.
"I didn't know there was one. I never listen to music or go to gigs. The only bands in Leeds are Sisters, March Violets and The Tree Johns."
What bout the smaller oens? The ones it was purported you were saviour to?
"They're all poxy crap bands. They just all rip off the Sisters. They haven't got an original idea between them. They don't deserve to be mentioned let alone helped."
Maybe your retreat to Liverpool with a deflated ego shows that the Leeds muisc does to would-be mega-stars.
"Sarcastic cow! I'm getting out because the music scene stinks. In Leeds and everywhere."
In your opinio what doesn't stink? I remember you started a band a while ago. That didn't fold as well did it?
"We were called The Torch. We never really existed. That was just anohter pisstake to get me a few extra lines in the music press - which worked!"
What a sad character you are!
"Not sad. Clever. I'm just taking the piss. Everybody else is lapping it up."
You're an obnoxious git.
"Maybe, Jane, maybe. I had it in me to get out of The Sisters. They were always taking the piss out of the system, which was why I was in the band, until they started taking themselves seriously. Now they're no better than anyone else. Worse, in fact. They're just not funny any more. So I got out."
And began the decline?
"If you say so but I'll be back!"
Well, that certainly put a dampener on the rest of my evening. Ben is in a position to help Leeds bands but choose instead to unleash his bitter resentment on the music press. Liverpool, you're welcome to him.
Mike Wiand, the Warehouse Club manager (who has now started Warehouse Records) suggests there is a general slump in music nationwide but in Leeds it is appalling.
"I think the best thing to help Leeds would be several small club, like Sheffield for example. I personally couldn't put small local bands on at the Warehouse because it's not profitable. We're the only city wihout a major venue, unless you count the Queens Hall which is having problems at the moment anyway. The Leeds mentality is another big problem. The apathy of the general public rubs off on band which makes them disillusioned. It's a vicious circle."
Mike rates Leeds bands East of Java and Vicious Pink Phenomena (who he also manages!) taking profit, money and profit continually and dealing with teh large record companies in London, which isn't much help to the small Leeds bands.
On person who is assisting to a degree is Mark Jonson of Whippings and Apologies fanzine which concentrates on Yorkshire bands, clubs and events.
"Nobody goes to gigs anymore. The punters won't risk going out and paying to see a small local band. They wait for the big bands to come. Famous, trendy bands in hip clubs. My fanzine tries to generate enthusiasm towards the group around the area and it does sell well but nobody goes to see the bands featured!"
Frank Lee who runs the badge/t-shirt shop catering predominantly for heavy rock fans is also in a Leeds band, Factory. I order to launch a single they had to start up their own label. Luckly this was a success and the single has now sold a thousand copies. Frank agrees taht the heavier bands have a loyal following but their problem is the fact taht rock venues are diminishing.
"The F-ford Grene closed two months ago which has set everybody back but the Bier Keller is starting rock nights (Thursdays) shortly. If you want something in leed you have to start it from scratch yourself. There's no-one willing to help financially, although we've been lucky. Most bands can't do that sort of thing."
Living Circus are jsut one such band. They have talent in abundance but no moeny and a now disillusioned bassist who has decided to call it a day. Paul Barham, vocalist, talks about the problems.
"We've nowhere decent to practise and the one club that gave us a change to play. The Phonographique, ripped us off terribly. Being in a band and living in Leeds is really dead end. We began with so much enthusiasm and vowed never to get pessimistic but it all dwindled. We'll find another bassist and soldier on. We're not giving up yet!"
At last we have some optimism!
It is possible to sprout wings and fly - Soft Cell, Sisters of Mercy and most recently March Violets and the Three Johns are tasting success. Other bands currently ruffling their feathers for the final flight are The Red Guitars (recently supported the Smiths on tour), the Craters (psychedelic r'n'b dance band), Pink Peg Slax (Peel favourites) and Abrasive Wheels, who look like taking up permanent residence in the Indie charts.
Also on the up - Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Shakes Appeal, Age of Chance, Salvation (produced by Sisters vocalist Andrew Eldritch), 5 ex 5, Edwards Voice and Free State.
Now, should you wish to trek to Leeds for a raucous weekend the following should assist in the merriment.
CLUBS: Phonographique (Merrion Centre), Wednesdays and Saturdays. Warehouse (Somes Street), Monday, Wednesday, Friday and Saturday (bands on Thursday).
PUBS: Faversham (Some Street, behind university).
VENUES: Queen Hall, Polytechnic, University, Tiffanys, Bier Keller, Cosmo Club, Central Station.
SHOPS: X Clothes (Call Lane), Other Clothes (Empire Arcade), True (Call Lane), Queens Hall Flea Market (weekends).
It seems the only thing that might help Leeds would be a taxidermists conference but I might have missed it already (probably last week) because at the moment the people of Leeds appear to be sitting on an oil field but nobody can be bothered to drill.
"Adam Sweeting interview"
-Publication Unknown- - 1984/1985
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"A people come to this, beyond the age of reason" - 'Valentine', Sisters Of Mercy
I stumbled across the Sisters Of Mercy purely by chance, very early in 1982. They were playing in the unprepossessing surroundings of York University's Vanbrugh College, pumping their rising tide of drum machine, torrential guitars and Andrew Eldritch's spastic, bleached-out notion of performance across the floor as though wreaking a remorseless vengeance. It was traumatic and also very hypnotic.
It was a prototype Sisters at that time. Jon Langford, once a Mekon and now a Three John, was on bass, while guitarist Ben Gunn (a kind of Molesworth rewired for guerrilla warfare) hid behind his heavy-rimmed specs. Ben would eventually leave in the summer of 1983, to be replaced by former Dead Or Alive desperado Wayne Hussey, though not before he'd contributed to a string of dank singles.
But, as Andy Eldritch has observed, there are no fundamental differences between that early Sisters and the somewhat more refined beast we witness today. "Our parameters are defined purely by what we feel comfortable with, and they're pretty wide," Andy reckons. Eldritch doesn't argue with my description of him as he highly intelligent egomaniac. He adds: "I always took a very grandoise view of things. That was tempered with a willingness to see the bastard thing through and make it work."
Not long after I ran across the Sisters, they release a double A-sided single comprising 'Adrenochrome' (an especially teeth-clenching substance one favoured byt Dr Hunter S. Thompson) and 'Body Electric'. Both can be seen in retrospect as primal statements of Sisterly intent, useful signposts to a career of evil.
'Body Electric' still seems to me as crucial a freeze-frame of Eldritch's habitual state of mind as anything the Sisters have done. He would probably tell you it was about 'sensory overload':
too much contact no more feeling
the sound around them all
acid on the floor so she walk son the ceiling
and the body electric flashes on the bathroom wall
Eldritch, a multi-linguist and crossword fetishist, hides in his gaunt white frame a mind of rare sensitivity, a keenly-tuned sense of humour, and a fastidiousness which threatens to undo him even while he adopts his vampiric stance at the microphone. He is also something of a traditionalist, a lover of the finer things bout what we know as 'rock' but exasperated by the dullards who have the gall to claim the great tradition for themselves.
"We like a very loud noise, we like a good tune," he once told me. "We like the relentlessness of classic rock music...heavy metal." You can detect in his artwork for the band, with its starkly-etched icongraphy, an oppressive sense of essence. Or absolutism...
"There was one great heavy metal group and that was The stooges, and there's only two bands around that can touch them, and they're Motorhead and the Birthday Party. We're not as good ast Motorhead but we're better than the Birthday Party. That makes us pretty damn good." (Andrew Eldritch, February 1982)
With their own Merciful Release label now affiliated to the WEA conglomerate, might the Sisters be inclined to hear a little away from their particular idiosyncracies towards something more like common ground? Eldritch has never bothered to deny that he has great ambitions for the band. They like unfashionable things like touring, America and of course 'rock' itself (mind you, they used drum machines long before anybody ever said hiphop), and listening to the records they've released, you can hear progression of various kinds.
'Body And Soul', for instance, is relatively direct, almost outspoken in Sisters terms...but it was designed to address a wider congregation than, for instance, the fascinatingly sluggish material which filled the 'Reptile House' EP. That was (according to Andy) a "slower and heavier" phase he had to get out of his system come what may. Only a qualified success perhaps, though the cold steel crawl of 'Valentine' and the psychedelic flamenco of 'Burn' are key moments in Sisters' canon. 'Valentine', in particular, find Eldritch in political - almost polemical - mood.
He says: "'The Reptile House' is pure politics and 'After Hours' is pure sex." There, the answer on a plate. Simple, eh?
Punchline: "To all those people who says 'there are no underlying deeper things in rock'n'roll music', teh fact is that people will read them in if they're nto tehre and that in itself means they are there. Popular consent puts them there."
So, Sisters Of Mercy continue to tread the tin and treacherous line between noise and sound, thought and expression, mayhem and mockery, the facetious and the fatuous. It's a high-wire act they've already proved themselves extremely adept at performing. It is important, for many reasons, that they continue to make gains and capture new ground.
-Adam Sweeting
Watch out for...The Sisters Of Mercy
-Publication Unknown- - early (?) 1985
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Up-and-coming new bands never seem to get much exposure - until they're famous! Well, we've decided to change all that with our new feature.
This week's victim is Wayne Hussey of Sisters Of Mercy.
How did Sisters Of Mercy get together?
Well, I suppose you could say it was through the Job Centre! We put up and advert that said. "Band forming - needs new members.* I must admit we had a few mishaps with taking on the wrong people. However, eventually we settled on the lads who're in the line-up now.
How would you describe your music?
I can't. I'll leave you to make up your own minds.
How would you describe the way you look?
Wonderful and sexy! Actually, I reckon we look like the first and last beings on Earth. I consider wearing clothes as a necessary evil - if it wasn't so cold I wouldn't wear anything! I'm definitely not a follower of fashion. Neither are any of the band. We all wear really tasteless shirts which are either given to us as presents or made by friends. We're too poor to buy shirts - and anyway, on-one sells shirts like we wear.
Who's actually in the band?
Well, there's me (Wayne). I play guitar. There's also Andrew Eldritch, our singer, Gary Marx and Craig Adams. our dummer's a machine called Doktor Avalanche!
You've got your own record label - Merciful Release - do you have a lot to do with the running of this?
We do most of it ourselves. We make all the major business decisions and nothing can happen without our say-so. We do have other people to do all the day-to-day things, though, so we can get on with our own hand.
What other groups are on your label?
At the moment, there's just us. However, we've got an LP coming out from Salvation, another Leeds group.
Do you have a strong following?
Yes - they're wonderful. They all follow us about when we're on tour. They're all been with us so long they're friends now rather than fans. They don't really copy us with their hairstyles and clothes - they've got too much sense to do that.
Do you enjoy touring?
Yes, it's great! We all have a great time on tour, but we also like recording. It's two totally different forms of satisfaction.
Why did you go to America when most bands - especially ones on independent labels - make a point of shunning the USA?
America's a great place! They really appreciate our music across there. In Britain, musical tastes change according to fashion, but Americans have like the same type of music for years, and luckily we seem to get their mould. I reckon we'll probably end up being more famous in the USA than in the UK in the long run. America's also a great place to live. Everybody lives for the moment.
Do Sisters Of Mercy get on well as friends?
No, we hate one another! Actually, we're really good friends, a very happy bunch of mates. We often fight amongst ourselves, but that's because we reckon it's better to hit one another than other people.
What's your favourite way of spending a night out?
We don't go out very often. We're totally obnoxious when we got out and don't suffer fools, which means we often get into arguments.
What's been the worst moments in your musical career?
It was in Manchester last summer when we were doing a gig. I often stand on the monitor at the front of the stage and this night Craig decided to give me a friendly (!) kick and I fell off the stage! I was lying on the ground amongst the audience - I don't know what hurt most, my pride or my back! Anyway, I picked myself up and continued the show. Craig just laughed. Well, what else could he do? I had to go to the hospital afterwards, though, but luckily my back's better now!
What's been the best moments of your musical career?
Last night. No, I'm not telling you why!!!
You were in Dead or Alive, why did you leave?
I was jealous of Pete Burns' wife! No, actually, it was because I didn't like the direction their music was taking. It had strayed form what I believed in. Even though they're really hit the big time now. I'm glad I'm not there with them. I couldn't have gone along with their 'poppy' image. No matter how many compensatinos success may have, it's never enough to make up for turning your back on what you believe in.
Did you read Jackie?
Yes, I used to get it for the David Cassidy pin-ups!
Mister Sister - from a murmur to a moan
-Publication Unknown- - March (?) 1985
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Who is he, this patron of Leeds swimming pools, this man-in-dark-glasses? (Don Watson?-Ed) Nay, 'tis Andrew Eldrtich, lead black with the ever-circling Sisters Of Mercy, a band who oised to be big in any colour. Paul Du Noyer poses as wasted journalist, Derek Ridgers hides behind the dark shutter.
Welcome to my ashtray.
Andrew Eldrtich beckons me inside his lair. No decayed godless Gothic edifice, this, just a homely if chaotic end-of-terrace in some pleasant suburb of Leeds, where redbrick back-to-backs march up little hills in prime single file. Even in daylight, though, his house's windowseyes are closed, the rooms in gloom.
On the bookshelf sits a black-and-yellow copy of Teach Yourself Public Releations (I forgot to ask if it was his), and the TV flickers soundlessly while the telephone keeps asking questions: Should the new record's label say this, or that? Details, details. And, will he come down to London to speak to Janice Long?
"No, no. Wayne and Craig can do it. I'd only be churlish. And it wouldn't do to be churlish, would it?"
Busy days for Andrew Eldritch, singer/manager/eminence noir of Yorkshire's notorious Sisters Of Mercy. A new single out, a first LP release, a national tour just days away. Two long years they were kings in UK indie-land, always perched atop the "alternative" chart with some slab or other of brooding malevolence. 'The Reptile House' or 'Body Electric' or 'Alice'.
Then they signed to a major. Having sold their souls to the Devil many years ago, they settled for a more convetional deal with WEA, hitching the conglomerate to the Sisters' own Merciful Release label, under which macabre logo their records continue to appear. They still do well (three 45s out so far under the new regime) but their profile has lowered somewhat, from major indie act to minors in the major league.
Now comes the big push. With the release of their album, 'First And Last And Always', many months in the making, the Sisters stand on the cusp - cultdom the side, real fame and serious amounts of money on this side.
Which way will they fall?
People react strongly, and strangely, with the Sisters in front of them.
Last year they played in a New York club, where I watched them with colleagues from the rocking London scene. on my left, the man called Morley from ZTT was yelling: "You haven't got a fucking clue! Bye bye you bastards!" Gavin Martin, from the NME, looked pensively at the stage. "Aw, fuck off!" he pronounced, at lenght.
I looked around for Billy Bragg and found him at my feet, crosslegged on the floor, swaying gracefully, hands held aloft with a peace sign on each - more, one suspected, in a spirit of satire than reverence.
Yet I like the buggers, myself. (Give it to me straight, doc - is it serious?) An exact definition of their appeal eludes me, but they do have something.
Live, the Sisters Of Mercy are a murky morass of one houndred insidious clichés, taken from the brink of that abyss which, if crossed, would trip them into worthless absudity. Yet there's a grace which saves them: a sense of irony, for sure, a certain sure-footed knowingness. That, and one hell of a throbbing wallop of pure rock power, wrapper around a set of some cruelly meticulous songs - from the obscurely humourous to the dark, hypnotically sinister.
You don't so much see them play, as glimpse them occasionally.
Through a suffocating fog of dry-ice effects, these four black-clad insect men emerge and recede, no more than silhouettes, all a-bristle with guitar necks. (The drummer's a machine, name of Doktor Avalanche.)
Eldritch, tight-lipped, with all the down-home folksy charm of a snake with a sulk on, lurks in the halflight, now rasping lowly, from a murmur to a moan. He ought to be screaming with that metallic racket his band are bashing out - but he isn't, and from this eerie dislocation, I think there emanates something of the Sisters' compelling command. They're pumping up to overload, while he's just audible and no more. Control is all.
Save the odd twitch of neurosis - or was that a smirk? - the music grinds on with majestic inevitability, the surface smooth whatever hysterical demons may be imprisoned inside.
We take a walk in Leeds. Outside the house there's a tall mill chimney, and photoist Derek Ridgers remarks that, by one theory, ifnamous murderers such as Christie have tended to live next to tall chimneys.
Eldritch shrugs, he doesn't notice the chimney much. Well he wouldn't, living with the curtains drawn. "Besides," he notes drily, "I don't do much gardening."
No. He doesn't look the gardening sort. Black, broad-brimmed and battered is the old felt hat on his head. ("I have been compared to the man on the Sandeman's Port bottle," he frowns.) Pale, pointed, Dickensian-pinched is the face that hides behind the shades beneath the hat. Undertaker-style, a black coat drapes cloakishly down from hsi bony shoulders to the - guess what colour? - back stalks he emplys as he employs as legs.
So we walk. Does a shadow pass across the street when Andrew Eldritch saunters abroad? Or perhaps - more chillingly - no shadow at all? Not that, either. Do Yorkshire mothers cross themselves, huddle their bairns inside the apron-folds until the apparition passes? They do not.
We queue up in a fish'n'chip shop, and if terror grips the lady's soul she conceals it splendidly.
"Salt'n'vinegar, luv? 'Ere, don't forget your change!"
In fact, Andrew Eldritch feels at home in Leeds.
"It's been very good to me, this town."
A Southerner by birth and accent, he's an RAF child who's lived all over. He moved up here eight years ago, to continue his college education in languages. Originally a drummer, he formed The Sisters Of Mercy out of shifting lineups he played with in Leeds' punk-era venue, the F-Club.
Leeds people, says Eldritch, don't even mind when he moves in next door to them. Other advantages: it's far from London and that's assisted the Sisters in their misson of steering clear of fashion's pernicious cycle. They've grown alone.
"Leeds has never been allowed to have that provincial identity that Liverpool or Glasgow have. It's been left to get on with being itself...also, it's the speed captial of the North."
We come to the house of Wayne Hussey. Fromerly with Dead Or Alive, Hussey's guitar and composing gifts have added much colour and variety to the Sisters' newer material. (Today he's away, talking to Janice Long, along with bass player Craig Adams.) The other guitarist, longstanding Sister Gary Marx, is present, and once inside we try a bit of interview business.
Do you look forward to tours, Andrew? You seem a bit detached as a performer.
"I enjoy teh atmosphere, I just go up there an try and sing the songs. We've played some landmark gigs in our time, but it's very hard to go onstage each time with the attitudie, this is gonna be the best, when you've go a pretty fair diea it won't be... I always feel I should be doing more, in terms of communicating beyond the first 20 rows."
He pauses. his conversation is big on pauses, actually, although is mind appears to be ticking over at some advanced velocity. He's also partial to the wry and cryptic quip, and mutterings of gnomic brevity. I've never heard him laugh, nor raise his voice in anger or anything else, though he'll signal his mroe humorous pronouncements witha short snicker. Gernally you can't see his eyes, but when he's in profile you might catch his glance from the side of the shades, quick as a lizard's blink, and a kind of twinkle belies the deadpan delivery.
Do you feed of an audience?
"They can make you feel really bad, to the point where you take it out on them...generally the gigs aren't violent. There's a lot of mayhem going on, but it's without malice. And if there's trouble we can sort it out. I quite look forward to that."
Indeed, he's not above pitching in with the best and worst of them.
"We know we shouldn't, and we don't try and cause it, but we learned after a while that if people are going to behave like that if people are going to behave like that then the only way to solve the problem is to take them out. And talk about it afterwards."
As to the new LP, he's satisfied it's climaxed the Sisters' patient, almost predestined rise from provincial obscurity to semi-eminence. prone to some bitterness that TV, radio and the NME have not shown more interest in the band in the past, he now rests content in the belief that his group have accomplished this much on their own terms.
On the record: "I think we've conveyed the sense of importance. it sounds like a very important records. Even if, when you listen to it, you're not quite sure why."
You do get described as making gloomy music, don't you?
"Yeah...but it's something you accept. Some people find our sort of noise inherently gloomy. maybe they associate it with social decay, i don't know... I think the title track is gloomy, but not the others. They may not be tremondously optimistic..."
"I find listening to most pop records incrediblydepressing. As long as our songs sound intense enough, importanat enough, then gloom goes out the window. Cos gloomy and doomy suggest an air of apathetic resignation, which I don't think we're prone to."
"Actually, anybody who sings in a baritone is asking for trouble. Unless you're an operatic baritone, it's not the sort of noise people associate with constructive thinking."
Nevertheless your imagery, your clothes, record-sleeves, show a distinct attachment to the colour black. Perhaps this would have something to do with it?
"I never heard anyone level that accusation at Jonny Cash, heh heh!"
Well he's bigger than you, for one thing. But why black?
"It's good for the complexion (smug chuckle)... Perhaps one day we'll have a policy that each member of the band wears one primary colour, so that you can be seen two miles away. I'll go on in all green."
"The thing is, we don't feel this tremendous desire to be seen."
That's true. Onstage you're virtually invisible.
"I'm sure it's more intresting than having four guys up there all permanently visible, all feeling some extraneious need to perform all the time - instead of just playing the songs, loud, which is all people really want. We just go out and play loud. It's much more fun."
It could be said you were manufacturing some mystique around yourselves.
"People say, 'Is that what you're trying to do?' We're just not particularly communicative. Except in arguments. That and chucking records at the public..."
"We no longer feel we've got anything to feel defensive about. People can take it or leave it. We won't actively go out to court the public... it's not so much arrogance as knowing what we have to do. We're not going to spend all our time worrying about our profile."
"Our plans? I don't think we've got anything oin our plans apart from writing, recording and playing gigs. We're not about to get carried away with some peripheral artistic activities. Music will do us. We don't want to go off sculpting, or learning to fly."
Long a legend in his own mind's eye. Andrew Eldritch must now negotiate his career and his band (whom he guides with the wary parental care of an inner city shepherd) though some crucial months. Already, the fanzine boys have tuned on him, as we all do when our personal pets go public.
Which way will he fall?
A few months back, making this LP, he fell on his face: rushed to hospital, heart in danger, pop star on death's doorstep. Overwork was the main problem, not the only one.
"I've had to learn to take things easier."
He' had to learn to take some other things less frequently, as well.
Meanwhile, he is sloshing up a glass of gin and Coke. "I'm becoming dangerously addicted to this stuff."
Of course, there's always America. He loves American music. To begin with it was Detroit in particular, whether Motown of the MC5.
"Whatever it was, it was always very what it was. And I like the fact that Detroit's got 40 square miles of urban wasteland. I think that's some kind of achievement."
Nowadays he likes Foreigner. (It's true, as he says the stuff make a lot more sense when you're over there, in the middle of it all).
The Sistrs have never been reticent about their influences - yet these are broader than the particular selection they're sometimes pilloried for. If their cover versions include The Stoges' '1969', they also take in Dolly Parton's 'Jolene'. If they do the Stones' 'Gimme Shelter', they also do Hot Chocolate's 'Emma' (a song which 'inspired' New order's 'Thieves Likes Us', by the way).
He says he's obtained five autographs in his life.
"The first was Tony Blackburn, when I was about nine or ten. And the other four are The Ramones."
Tonight he's off uptown to see another hero, Jake Thackeray. His great ambition is to track down a certain new Seekers' record, because he likes the tune.
His other ambitions include developing massive telekinetic powers. With these, his first act will be to destroy Liverpool, a town he loathes with peculiar vehemence, and the whole of France, which he also detests - although, ever the humitarian, he intends to levitate all the young French women to safety beforehand.
Does the stardom bit appeal, at all?
"Yes. It's the nex logical step. We've been investigating what it is to be a rock band. We haven't yet investigated what it is to be incredibly rich. And really prima donna-like. It might be a lot of fun. I think we deserve a crack at it... The most unlikely people end up being stars. There's got to be a good way of doing it."
What might that be?
"Being a star depends on whether you've set out to behave like one from Day One. And I think we've kept our hands in sufficiently to be quite good at it."
What does it involve?
"It's brazen self-confidence, in a way that doesn't upset the people you like - and annoys the fuck out of people you hate."
The Sisterhood - a family feud
SOUNDS - 22 February 1986
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Andrew Eldrtich is currently at number one in the indie charts with his band The Sisterhood while Craig Adams and Wayne Hussey have just finished a European tour with their band...The Sisterhood. Confused? Yes, so were we so we assigned a specail investigative tam of two reports and two photographers to the case. Mr Spencer and Martyn Strickland get behind the Eldritch beard. Niel Perry and Greg Freeman go French with Adams and Hussey.
The Adams, Hussey Story
Big things, little things. Steel-cold sky, under which torrents of maniacally-driven automobiles flow like molten lava, psat the ultra-flash shops and the shievering hookers.
Paris in the winter, tonight playing hos to The Cult-Sisterhood mystery trip. Tickets ready, please.
Cut to The Eldorado, like a scruffy, sclaed down Lyceum. Wayne Hussey walks up to his mike and whispers, "Jesus loves the Sisters", and a thousand or so young Parisiennes get very excited.
You can see it in their eyes: we love you too.
This is the sixth gig The Sisterhood have played, ever.
During the fag-end of last year the magnificient machine that was The Sisters Of mercy ground to a halt amid recriminations, rumours and bitching. The Sisters' vocalist Andrew Eldritch claims, among other things, the right to the name "The Sisterhood", and brought out a single under that name recently.
With the rise of this Sisterhood - namely Wayne Hussey and Craig Adams from The Sisters, Mick Brown from Red Lorry Yellow Lorry and Simon Hinkler from Artery - the temporary madness that always occurs after the death of soemthing much-loved has only just started.
As The Cult hurtle in their set, Craig, Wayne and I return to their dressing room in the depths of the building; Simon and Mick are nowhere to be seen. craig is, mischevious and quite, Wayne elfin-like and eager to talk. The spectre of Andrew Eldritch hangs over us. Well, what about...
"The Sisters' split needs to be documented once and for all," says Wayne, with the air of one about to embark on the telling of a children's story. "As far as Craig and I were concerened, we'd resigned ourselves...we'd not been enjoying it for a while, but we'd resigned ourselves to sticking it out, and maybe it would've got better. But in fact it was getting worse. I went to Hamburg for a month with Andrew to try and write songs for the second Sisters album, and we came back with all my ideas rejected and Andrew's very skeletal."
"We got to doing the second album and Andrew said, I'm not singing any of your songs. That's what it boils down to. Craig walked out of rehearsal and a day later I did. He was listening to things like Fleetwood Mac, Stevie Nicks, Foreigner, and there was us listening to Motorhead or whatever. And it showed."
But did The Sisters achieve what they set out to?
Wayne: "That was part of the problem, we'd done it, we'd done what we wanted to achieve. In doing that we'd lost the original essence of it...we'd lost the joke of it. Because that's what it was originally meant to be. A joke."
A joke?
"A joke, yeah."
But I thought that...
"...It was a culmination of all the f***ing rock and roll clichés." Wayne allows himself a grin. I think he's enjoying my bemusement.
But ultimately it came over as original.
"That was the problem. We started taking ourselves too seriously, thinking we were more important than we were. In terms of rock and roll history we thought we were important than we were. I think Craig would vouch for that." (He does.)
But the Sisters were a great rock and roll band.
"They were a great rock and roll band, there's no doubt about that. But I believe that was down to our acknowledgement of our heritage more then anything else."
Was all of it completely contrived?
"It was, it was!"
That cold an clinical?
"Yes."
"The Sisters Of Mercy were a conglomerate of everything that's gone before," continues Wayne. "I defy anyone to say they're totally original. It was definitely contrived. You saw me on stage tonight, playing with the audience. It has to be contrived."
So is the very action of standing on stage and playing contrived?
"Yes, it is. Because you have all these visions of people who have gone before you."
So where does Wayne Hussey come into this? How much of it is you?
"Predominantly, it's you. But it's your interpretation of everything else. Someone once said to me that the holes in my jeans were well placed. Well contrived holes! Ha!"
Is there room in The Sisterhood for ideas that would never have occurred to you before?
"Well, we only got Simon three weeks before this tour started. But our songs are good in the first place. We're going to play more than The Sisters ever did. If we wrote a song it would take us three f***ing days because we had to program the drum machine. This is a new band, we'll never cover our old stuff, that would be a mistake. We've got more songs. I'm a songs man."
So what is in a name?
Wayne: "Andrew wanted to start making songs as himself, and kill The Sisters. By doing that he wouldn't've come out on top, because as far as most ot the people were concerned The Sisters were Andrew Eldritch. Craig and I are proving that it wasn't."
"The Sisterhood was the name of a group of friends who followed us about. I think it's a wonderful name, not because of the old associations, but because of the imagery you can actually use with it."
"The thing about Eldritch..."Wayne pauses, and looks around the room, "...is, he's dried up. I personally think he's been one of the best rock lyricists over the last few years, but now he's dried up. I still respect him. Whatever he does, I reserve judgement."
'Sisters Of Mercy - Trans-Europe Excess' says the roadie's seatshirt. Have you read Hammer Of The Gods?
"It's our tour bible. Instead of a tour itinerary we all got a copy of that book. I asked Jimmy Page to produce our next record."
And? What did he say?
"No."
The Sisterhood are graceful, careful in their songs. The face of The Sisterhood is warmer then its mother's ever was. Wayne is thinking again.
"The potential of this group is enormous. The songs are more melodic, more accessible in a broader sense. It's about the very fact that you're here. If this where The sisters you wouldn't be here!"
Why not?
"Becaue it was part of the psychology of The Sisters Of Mercy. You'd have made the effort, not us."
So why am I here now?
"Because you have to play the game. There are ways of playing the game and keeping your dignity. Not playing the game means coping out. The common accusation of selling out is bullshit. You first sold out when you formed a group! You're in a group and you want to sell records."
"Being in a group is 75 per cent being aware of the business, and that's one thing I learnt from The Sisters. No disrespect to you, but the only reason I'm talking to you is because we need a feature in Sounds, we need that exposure at this time.
I hadn't assumed I was here for any other reason.
"It would be different if you were a mate but you're not, I don't know you. Do you want to share a hooker?"
No, it's OK. Are you a star?
"I've got it in me, but that's not the point. It's unfortunate in a way that I've got a music background already."
It's also very useful.
"It's very useful. But it's a hindrance as well, people shouting for 'Temple Of Love' or whatever. But that won't last long. one thing that I don't want to happen again is one person becoming the centre of attention, because this is much more of a group in that respect."
But you've done all the talking this evening...
"Of course, but that's delegation of responsibility. It's important that this comes over as a group. It will take time, as always. But we are strong in our resolve to do it."
The morning after, and photographer Greg and I are sitting in the hotel foyer at an optimistic eight for The Sisterhood's photo shoot. Nothing stirs, except for Ian Astbury who stumbles over to us looking as rough as I feel.
"Do you know, they confiscated 17 knives and two loades pistols at the gig last night! God, think what got it..." He is happy. He loves touring with The Sisterhood.
"Wayne? A, salt of the earth that boy, salt of the earth."
The photos are taken, and it's off to the airport for us and a long haul on the coach to Lyons for the bands. They pull faces at us from the back window. Games, jokes rule... Wayne's personal philosophy seems razor sharp and muddled all at once, and left me not a little confused, but no matter.
None of it's particularly important, because I believe The Sisterhood are going to be one hell of an electrifying rock experience, because their music touched me. Because...
The Eldritch story
Telephone call. Hot news! Scandal growing deeper by the minute. The dark man speaks to a London contact, pauses, then returns to the breakfast table with a fetching grin on his face.
This is uncharacteristic. All those present are tickled pink.
I ask him, Why are you smiling?
"Because I'm happy," replies the mouth with the beard, the eyes with the glasses and the face with a hat that stays on in the wind, and I almost choke on my Frosties.
Andrew Eldritch is happy, the rest of us are just confused.
Let's get this straight...
Following the demise of The Sisters Of Mercy last June, the singer has been spending time in Germany and the USSA, absorbing his surroundings and even taking a drive in the original Monkeemobile as part of an Elektra video shoot.
Upon his return to Leeds, Andy set about putting into action three new projects; the first of these being the formation of a new Eldritch band (as yet unamed) with Patricia Morrison, previously of The Gun Club, featuring on bass guitar, plus the ever faithful Doktor Avalanche (ie a larget metal box) on drums.
An album will eventually come out on Andrew's Merciful Release label, through WEA, to whom all three former Sisters remain contracted.
Project number two has already emerged in the form of The Sisterhood (scandalous!), whose records are issued independetly by Merciful Release.
The group comprise "An everchanging collection of people, co-ordinated and backed by Andrew Eldritch". They have a single available, called 'Giving Ground' (moody, but not crushingly so) on which newcomer Lucas Fox deals with percussion alongside one James Ray - source of all vocals on the release, contrary to popular opinion.
Eldritch produced the Sisterhood record, and also handled bass, guitar, strings and keyboards. Again, Doktor Avalanche provides the drums.
There's currently a great deal of confusion regarding this project, and understandably so. To worsen matters, a new 12-inch EP called 'This Corrosion', will soon be in shops, featuring the same line-up but with the addition of a mysterious and so far undisclosed American vocalist.
Andrew appears saddened at finding his old chums, Craig Adams and Wayne Hussey (both ex Sisters Of Mercy) claiming rights to the Sisterhood tag. He wishes them every success, but not while they persis in using this particular name.
"Legal action is early anticipated against imposters," Eldritch whispers, licking his lips.
Third Project: Andy has just announced his first signings to Merciful Release, namely James Ray And The Performance, a Newcastle band whose debut single will surface early in March.
Meanwhiel, the thin man studies me from across the table. He looks marginally healthier than on previous sightings, perhaps as a result of his having made a conscious decision to get in shape following words of warning from various doctors.
Despite this, ultra high-tar cigarettes - upon which he sucks from dawn 'til dusk - remain his primary source of nourishment.
"They don't appear to have done me too much harm, as yet," says Andrew, lighting another fag. "I've seen what the insides of my lungs look like, and they're not actually too bad, although I wouldn't be at all surprised to keel over in a year's time from cancer. I certainly wouldn't whine about it."
Dosen't the possibility bug you?
"It's not something I worry about, but it would be sort of untimely."
I ask him if his sense of humour is runnign rampant.
"My sense of irony is, certainly," he answers, before pressing his knuckles into place and re-creating perfectly the sound of cracking walnuts, which impresses me no end.
Persumably you're no longer fearful of these machines, I ask, inidcating the nerby cassette recorder.
"I'm used to thinking very hard before I open my mouth."
Have they ever worried you?
"No, because I never regret anything I say, although I usually think it could be paraphrased better by the person who's tackling it at the other end, that it could be illustrated better, or even that a different typeface could be used."
Do you have fun reading your quotes?
(Silence...)
Do they make you smile?
"Yeah, yeah. What I find remarkable is that I often repeat what I've said five years previously with exactly the same words. I'm not sure whether this consistency is the result of an admirable single-mindedness, but I'm increasingly aware that I haven't changed very much at all."
I have noticed that you have favorite words, one of these being oblivion...
"Yeah, it's a good word, oblivion."
Another being Napalm...
"That's an escellent one as well."
Do you like words in general?
"Yeah, I was brought up iwth a great many of them."
At the time of their disintergration, The Sisters Of Mercy were within inches of surging though the great Gallup barrier which stands slap band between the mainstream and the obscure.
Their album, 'First And Last An Always' went Top 20. Had the last few singles crept just a little higher, they would've made the national Top 40, which would have given the group's then fast growing status the extra boost it needed.
"We came close," Andrew recalls. "Oour failure to crack it wasn't anything to do with us. I think the band did everything required, although we weren't prepared to package ourselves in the way certain other acts were."
"I'm proud to this day that there were people sufficiently worried by The Sisters Of Mercy not to let them do thing which the Alarms, Smiths and Cults of this world have been allowed to do. I'm proud taht we made music which will stand up alongside anyone else's on the radio, but not be allowed on the radio."
"The best gig was at The Lyceum, supporting The Gun Club," Andy continues.
"Everything seemed to click. We had some good moments on the road, but we were always hard pressed to give anybody tour anecdotes."
"The tabloids asked us once for a few, but none of ours were remotely interesting and involved large amounts of vomit, so we said, Look, do you want the vomit anecdotes or not? They said no, whcih left us with very little else."
Why so much vomit?
"None of it mine, I hasten to add, but everyone else's from time to time, although to be fair to him Wayne has an amazin capacity for consumption of alcohol, it's quite astounding."
Do the achievements of The Sisters Of Mercy satisfy you?
"Yeah, but that's not to say it couldn't have gone further. I don't regret anything that happened."
Andrew has suffered certain withdrawal symptoms...
"We spent so much time on the road that the dry-ice actually ebcame a natural environment," he grins, "and I know this sounds like really stupid, but I find it hard to walk down the street in daylight without having brusts of smoke going off around me. It feels weird, like I'm undressed."
Are you ever lacking in self confidence?
"Not inasmuch as I know i can always muster it at the drop of a hat. Its a resource everyone has, and I don't regard myself as having more of it than anybody else, I've just trained myself to call on it more reliably, and quicker."
"I've got a reasonably good idea of what I want to do and how I want to do it, and I really no loger seem to end up in situations wehre I'm at a loss."
Have you ever cracked a joke only to find noe one laughs?
"Frequently, and even when people don't laugh I laugh some more. And also, intrestingly, it wouldn't worry me even if I knew a joke wasn't funny; I would freely give myself the right to be as wrong as I choose, anytime."
You don't find people laugh just because you're who you are?
"No, because I generally say things with a reasonably straight face, and I don't require people to respond through my laughter - I hardly have what one would all an infectious laugh."
"I've stopped being defensive, I feel no need to be defensive about anything I do. I'll explain actions to people, I'll explain thoughts or ways of doing things, but never to win over or peruade, purely to inform."
The new band, whichever name it emerges under - looks like being very much Andrew Eldritch Plus Support.
Has Andy always felt destined to become a solo performer?
"No," he growls, and I still don't like the idea very much. That's not teh way it's going to be, because I do like working with other people."
You don't object to sharing the limelight?
"Of course not, it's actually very hard getting people to share the limelight, because as soon as they realise what's involved - it's the same old musician with power against responsibility equation, and we're all familiar with this - they want the power but not the responsibility that goes with it."
The voice of James Ray on 'Giving Ground' sounds remarkably like your own.
"Well, it could be suggested that on the first single, this has been a deliberate contrivance; it's certainly sung in a way that I can relate to."
Does this quitely spoken, courteous yet frightful young man ever worry he'll end his days without a friend in the world?
"I don't think that would turn out to be the case," he assures me, "but even if I did I wouldn't mind, because I know what I have to do, and I'm going to do it, and if no one else is along for the ride, that's OK."
Zooming in on the mouth, the beard, the glasses and the hat that stays on in the wind, I push my bowl to one side and think to myself, Andrew Eldritch is going to be a star.
The man who invented "gothic"!
-Publication Unknown- - 1987
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The Bitz Spook Corner Presents...
The man who invented "gothic"!
(Except he denies it completely and who can blame him?)
Yes, pop ghouls, the bloke opposite is none other than Andrew Eldritch - creator of the world's most famed "gothic" group the Sisters of Mercy: a group whose legend was built on a swathe of dry-ice enswirled, dememnted pop performances, glooomful, hirling guitar spangles and most of all the deep 'n' angst-ridden garglings of Count Eldritch himself. The Sisters of Mercy "died" two years ago when their guitar persons Wayne Hussey and Craig Adams moodled off to invent The Mission and become quite rich and famous - declaring Count Eldritch to be a bit of a bimbo in the process, while he declared they were even bigger bimbos. Thus began a tormented tale of pop huffings about who had the "right" to call themselves the Sisters of Mercy, Count Eldritch naming himself The Sisterhood for a while and releasing a very strange LP called "The Wake", but eventually he won and now - creep upon creeps - the Sisters Of Mercy are back; with a new birling guitar spangle called
"This Corrosion" (featuring a twitterig choir) and with a new guitarist, Patricia, who used to be in anohter quite good gloom group called The Gun Club. She wears rubber perv-dresses, serveral zwilli-tons of make-up and hairspray and she's standing next to The Count looking very grim indeed. So's Bitz, come to think of it, because it's a been granted an "audience" with Count Eldritch who ha spinned an innocent Bitz to the wall with the most creepified, stony stare and is telling us that....
HE ISN'T A "GOTH" AT ALL
"I was never gothic! The Sisters' stuff was different - we always wrote tunes, had a song - because I have a great respect for songs - and I don't think any of these what you would call gothic bands ever did. They were just a noise with a few chains and a bit of black tat. I don't look glommy! I look like a groovy guy." (?)
HE DOESN'T LIKE PEOPLE
"I don't like people apart from individuals very much. Crowds make me nervous, bascially. One of the reasons is that outside of a song I really don't have a way of projecting myself so I feel incoherent a lot of the time. Particularly in conversation (strong stare). I loathe conversation. I'm totally incapable of small talk."
THEIR NEW SINGLE IS 11 MINUTES AND 8 SECONDS LONG?
"It was only 7½ minutes when we started it - a snip! And then I just couldn't stop. We've done a four minute version, too, btu we were seriously thinking about not doing one because I hate hacking about with things. People will buy the 11 minute version of course - hell! - they don't hae to play more than the first four minutes, do they? The choir is on because i'm not very good at the soprano hits, to be honest hih hih. And it's more ironic with a choir. More ludicrous and more stupid. It's a very cruel song. We've started again where we left off and there's the same knife stuck in but I've just twisted it a bit more."
HE STILL DOESN'T THINK WAYNE HUSSEY IS MUCH COP!
"I think very little about him, actually. He's really...not a part of my universe. I don't know anything about The Mission - I've got no information to have an opinion on. I've heard two singles and I looked at their album cover but I didn't play it. The other thing, of course, is that I've never had a record player in my life hih hih."
HIS BODY IS NOT AT ALL "PLEASANT"!
"I've got baby-oil on my face and in my hair because it makes me feel comfortable, more like me. When my body feels too pleasant it doesn't really feel like mine."
HIS RIGHT EYE BROW JIGGLES UP AND DOWN WHEN HE TALKS!
"I make my points much better with my eyes. If I had my specs on you'd be concentrating on what I was saying and I don't think I could make my point that way - I can say much more in the movement of an eyebrow (jiggles right eyebrow up and down(. And I always look people straight in the eye because I was never taught not to look directly at people when I'm talking to them - I also want to see what happens (strong stare). A lot of people find that sinister and frightening which is understandable."
HE THINKS THE END OF THE WORLD WILL BE "AMAZING"!
"I'm desperately serious. About everything. I have a very ntense sense of leisure, I was in Hamburg one time and I was woken at 10 o'clock one morning by the sound of sirens going off all over the city (stony stare). 'Ah', I thought, 'I know what that means: a nuclear attack'. It turned out thet Germans just like to practise nuclear alerts. And one I'd discovered this I thought one has to take one's leisure time very seriously - it's not gonig to last very long. It's all very well to think 'oh my God! The world's going to blow up - how awful!' but it's perfectly possible to think at teh same time 'the world's going to blow up - that's going to look amazing!' Thre's a no point in standing there being sad about it because that won't change anything. And I don't find that sinister or depressing, I find that a perfectly natural reaction to the modern world."
Bridge over troubled water
SOUNDS - December 1987
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So succesful was the collaboration between Sisters of Mercy, producer Jim Steinman and the New York Choral Society on 'This Corrosion', that the formula has been repeated on the follow-up single 'Dominion'. Ann Scanlon meets Andrew Eldritch and Patricia Morrison. Double trouble Mary Scanlon.
"More then one person has said to me, Is it true that you've never seen Andrew eat? What! Or when they ask me if I sleep in a coffin, of course I'm going to say yes." - Patricia Morrison
Something stirs in the sleazy side streets of Hamburg.
It's raining as usual in Hamburg.
The incessand drizzle has cast a grey shadow over the great port for almost a month now; and nowhere is the cloud more evident then on the banks of the Elbe.
It's on the docklands, in a five-year-old squat on the Hafenstrasse, that there has been escalating conflict between squatters and the Hamburg authorities.
The crises neared a climax when the squatters and their supporters overturned cars and ripped up paving stones to barricade the streets.
In the early hours of that partucal morning, civil war did not seems such an unlikely event.
Caught in the turbulence - which was eventually quelled when the squatters were offered a five-year lease on their homes - is a gentleman from the The Times, whi is finding some unexpectedly colourful bakground copy for his article on Englishman abroad, Andrew Eldritch.
A week later Eldritch is sitting in a sparesely furnished apartment, a street just off the Reeperbahn, with fellow Sisters Of Mercy, Patricia Morrison.
It's been three years since Eldritch took up residence in Hamburg and, as yet, he has no reason to regret the move.
"People are always asking me about Hamburg and saying, Why have you gone away?" he says. "But it couldn't be further from the truth. Leeds was getting like a long, long way away. Hamburg is definitely where it's at: it's the largest town in Germany, which happens to be the third largest recrod market in the world - England is only seventh."
"I speak very adequate German. It occurs to me naturally and I don't have a problem with any of the cultural things. I feel totally at home here."
Somewhat less at home is Patricia. It's been 12 months since her last visit to Hamburg, but she's a willing guest and is all set for one of Eldritch's all night edurance courses around the town.
First stop is the fair which, despite the rain, has attracted a more than adequate share of the Scandinavians, who descend on Hamburg in their busloads on Saturday nights ready to enjoy the fulsome pleasures of the Reeperbahn and anything else that Germany might have to offer.
The main attractions are the canopied forums, where hordes swill beer and yell schlager songs, and the displays of colourful confectionery - which specialise in huge chocolate hearts with luminous Ich Leibe icing and show the Germans at their most Hansel and Gretel grotesque.
This is Eldritch's first time amongst his Hamburg neighbours since The Sisters Of Mercy performed 'This Corrosion' on Formula 1 (the German Top Of The pops) a week previous. As his mirror shades fend off another group of is it? Or isn't it? stares, he reflects on the success of the single.
"Things have been a lot easier. One exerts the smae influence regardless, but sometimes it's heavy going... That's one of the reasons why i used (producer) Jim Steinman, cos when he says to the record company, We want choirs and you're going to pay for it now, they just hand over the money. Whereas if I asked for it they'd think, What's he really going to spend the money on?"
So effective was the Sisters/Steinman/New York Choral Society arrangement on 'Corrosion' that ti's being repeated on their next single 'Dominion', albeit in a remixed format to the one that opens their 'Floodland' LP.
'Dominion' was actually Eldritch first choice single, but Morrison persuaded him to go for 'This Corrosion' instead.
"'Dominion' is a stronger song," she says, "but I still think that 'This Corrosion' was an excellent choice for a first single."
She remains, however, completely unaffected by their Top Ten flirtation.
"People often ask if things have changed since the single. No! it's changed for other people but for us it's exactly the same."
"But then again, the day that we were on Top Of The Pops, that major earthquake hit my mother's hometown in LA and destroyed everything that I had there. I called her to tell her about the single entering at 13 and going up to number seven and I didn't even mention it when I heard about the house."
"That day was just a little reminder of what's really important."
Born in LA to an Irish mother and Italian father, Patricia Morrison is the Celtic/Latin spark to Eldritch's singularly English detachment.
"I was warned by just about everyone about working with Andrew." she recalls, "but simple fact is we're just a lot alike. And having spent this much time together we've sort of rubbed off on each other: I've gotten a much wickeder tongue - well, I've always had a whicked tongue but after hanging around with him I've learned how to use it. And he seems to have learned patience quite a bit, from having to deal with me if nothing else."
Like Eldritch, Patricia has suffered her fair share of acrimony, most memorably with her first band, LA punks The Bags.
"When The Bags threw me out they wrote hate songs for me and really made a go of it - but they only did about three shows before they fell apart."
When Patricia split from The Gun Club she attempted to form a band with Kid Congo before going to Leeds to play bass in The Sisters Of Mercy.
"Andrew and I first met five years ago," she says, "and it was just assumed that we would one day work together. He's a gentleman and I enjoy that."
"He also makes me think, which si the main difference between the Sisters and Gun Club where you just went out, got drunk, played and di it over and over again. I know that I will be doing a lot more from having met Andrew than if I'd kept on the way i was going."
So far Patricia has assumed the role of the silent Sisters: sharing all the front covers but letting Eldritch do most of the talking.
"At this point I'd rather lsiten to Andrew's voice than my own," she explains. "He can quite easily cover what needs to be said. One journalist said to me, Patricia, I don't know anything about your past and I said, Lets keep it that way, I feel no reason to open my mouth under those circumstances. Ten people aske me the same question and depending on who it is they'll get ten different answers."
"Just recently journalists have been wondering if we're a couple or not, but they don't want to ask outright. And the way they go around it is so stupid that Andrew and I jsut look at each other; it's like a cat batting a mouse."
"More than one person has said to me, is it true that you've never seen Andrew eat? What! Or when they ask me if I sleep in a coffin, of course I'm going to say yes."
Eldritch, for his part, openly admits that he is deriving much of his current strenght from Patricia.
"She keeps me saner," he reflects. "I can be quite tempted on occasions to go for the rock'n'roll idiot trip and Patricia stops me from doing that; or rather she has a different way of doing it. I perfer her idea of wildness to some of the old Sisters' ideas, which I began to find rather disgusting."
"It's the same with any band that investigates to any degree the mroe unacceptable faces of general behaviour. You have to be quite close to disease to really scrutinise it properly, and there's a point where you get very close to being the victim of the disase that you're scrutinising - which is what happened to Birthday party. 'Junkyard' was right on the edge, and with The Bad Seed thing they became victims of their own exploration."
"I was determined that shouldn't hapen to me, and Patricia stops that; she stops me being puerile. All the things the Sisters used to do that I wasn't sure about could all be put down in essence to puerillity and the machismo thing; four boys in a enclosed environment."
"Also," he adds, "she steers me away from physically bad influences."
By midnight, the Sisters are back in St Pauli in a small bar that's warm, cheap and comfortable, and centered on the street where Eldritch lives.
He's scarcely had time to select a corner stool before a strange man is attempting to seel strange flowers. Eldritch isn't buying; it's white roses or nothing.
Although Eldritch can be found here during the early hours of most mornings, he rarely touches alcohol. Indeed, with the exception of an excessive period two years ago, he has shyed away from it since 1980.
He settle for coffee and the habitual Marlboro instead, and focuses his attention on the flow of taped music - this being one of the few places where Eldritch (who possesses neither a record player or television) garners and perspective on his comtenporaries.
"If you stayed here long enough," he says, "you'd hear Roger Whittaker singing schlager songs. The only reason you know it's him is because half way though the songs all this whitsling comes in and you realise, Rog! his songs make a lot more sense in the setting of German shclager pop ballads."
Ballads is not a word you would normally associate with The Sisters Of Mercy, but that is the form that Eldritch chose for '1959', the most melancholy moment on 'Floodland' and the song of which he is most proud of.
"Using a piano and a voice was quite a brave thing to do, cos I'm not techincally a good singer. I didn't set out to write a clever song, I just thought if I was my own piano player then this is what I'd want to hear. But it turned out to be very, very complicated and musically sophisticated which I thought was amazing cos I'd always figured myself to be a total musical moron. It's quite hard for me to figure out which are the white notes and which are the black."
If The Sisters Of Mercy were to take a third single of 'Floodland', then '1959' is the one that both Eldritch and Morrison would go for.
"I have this theory," he smiles, "that '1959' is so good and so special that it might just get a bit of ariplay which, for second and third single, is all we're talking about."
"I don't see the point of third singles for any reason other then outraging housewives and turning people on that we don't have an earthly chance of reaching and I think '1959' would do the quite well."
At 2 AM Eldritch is moving on to a bar up the road, which he loves for 'its total lack of chrome and complete ignorance of fashion.'
Alongside a glitzy disco and a goth groin exchange (where they play nothing but Sisters records), it forms one third of Hamburg's Bermuda Triangle - so called because that's where everyone disappears at dawn.
Midway between the bar and the eternal queue for the toilets is a solitary seat known as The Loser's Bench.
"That's where people go when they don't want anybody to speak to them," explains Eldritch. "I've been known to sit there with pen and paper for hours at a time."
"Sitting here now in this bar for hours
While these strange men rent strange flowers
I'll be picking up your petals in another few hours...
In a flood of your tears, in sackcloth
And ashes and ashes and secondhand passion
And stolen guitars..."
"Given the same basic situation," says Eldritch who, with or without shades, never underestimates the importance of a well-trained eyebrow, "'Flood I' would have been my previous response to it - that's it with a capital I - and 'Flood II' my present response. But 'Flood I' actually links a lot of the other songs together. It also links The Sisterhood fiasco to this but that's only in a sonic sense."
He almost grimaces, "I make it sound like some hideous mid '70s concept records. i think that's eitehr the record's greatest advantages or greatest flaw - that it is basically one very, very big multi-faceted song, which is quite an achievement when you consider that we first started recording 'This Corrosion' last January."
Eldritch seems much happier to talk about the sound of 'Floodland' rather than the actual songs. "I got nothing to say ain't been said before," he declares on 'This Corrosion' and the other tracks brandish his point.
The lipstick stained on cigarette on 'Driven Like The Snow' is a flashback to 'Nine While Nine'; the wound might heal but the scar grows with you. It's not a subject that Eldritch is keen to discuss.
"I don't like talking about the songs. Anything I sayo about 'Nine While Nine' is so tenth-rate compared with the way the song says it. I can't add to the songs in rpose or conversation without detracting from them or providing a temptation for people to infer something less than is actually implied."
"I often wish that the songs were much less based on personal experience because, not only do I give myself away far too muchm, but I increasingly wonder how much I now have in common with other people - and that matters a great deal because I'm no use to anyone unless I have common experience."
"I still think of myself as a resonably normal human being - all this artist on the edge business really doesn't appeal to me."
"It's hard work trying to write good songs," he continues. "But expectations is really low these days. No Scott Walker, no Gene Pitney...sad times."
Its most striking feature is that France, a country Eldritch has hated since his teens, has been replaced by water.
The water on the cover of 'Floodland' is not, however, the Channel but the Mersey.
"It was a nice coincidence," he smiles. "Serendipity. I've never been overly found of Liverpool...actually, I'd rather not explain that it's the Mersey because if you make a big deal about Liverpool being underneath the water instead of next to it, then the French aren't going to get a distressed as they would have good reason to be. They'd definititely be the first to go. But once I got the hang of it most everywhere would probably disappear."
Although 'Floodland' is soaked in water imagery, Eldritch insists that the theme wasn't international.
"I just wrote teh songs and it's only afterwards that you think, My God, there's water all the way through this. It's obviously got a lot to do with living here, because Hamburg's full of water."
"I also had this fond feeling that it might have something have something to do with the place where I was born (Isle Of Ely) where I lived for a week but have never been back."
For all the water on 'Floodland', the record is overshadowed by the inevitable spectre of the holocaust.
'Floodland' has a very clearly got the bomb witten all over it. 'First And Last And Always' did too, although it wasn't as obvious. The records are simply set in the world we lived in and I find it strange when other people's records aren't set in that context.
"That's the difference between Curiosity Killed The Cat and the Pet Shop Boys - Pet Shop Boys records are set in the world that's more or less inevitable; Curiosity's arent'."
"But it's still prossible to say that when it happens it's going to look great. And, given the fact that I missed Genesis, I would hate to miss the end."
"Thtat's where most popular culture falls down," he goes on, "it's just not set ina world that acknowledges the beauty of horror. The Church won't accept that the bomb looks brilliant; that napalm looks wonderful and smells great and that SS uniforms were the best clothing this century."
"Popular culture still tries to equate aesthetic beauty with moral good and that can't be done anymore good and that can't be done anymore cos no one can create anything as aesthetically beautiful as the Apocalypse."
Eldritch, who was brought up as a High Anglican, reckons that he alone could sort the Church out.
"I'd make a very aesthetic monk or a real bastard Cardinal."
He finally decides on the latter, advocating the gracious use of terrorism and flexing his power in a black Pontiac.
But until then, he is concentrating on the follow up to 'Floodland'.
"At any given time I only ever want to make the next record and that's a statement of fact. The next LP has already got a shape, and it'll be a damn sight better than this one cos it shouldn't repeat the same mistakes. And don't ask me what they are cos I'm not sure yet."
That said, there are still no plans to play live. Eldritch qualifies this with the logic that there is no point in going back to any of the places they've played before because people can still remember the last time; and the rest of the world probably isn't bothered or doesn't deserve them anyway.
After her days with The Gun Club, the bassist shares Eldritch's aversion for touring.
"Patricia would go mad,"he says.
Patricia: "And I don't have far to go...We'll probably do some live, but they will be done on the same scale as the album, and that takes quite an effort both in terms of time and money."
Most of the money from 'This corrosion' is being pumped into a Sinclavier studio, which will cost about £250,000 and ensure that in future The Sisters Of mercy spend as little time as possible in any studio but their own.
The Sistes Of Mercy, it seems, have nothing left to prove. Even Eldritch can afford to relax.
"I'm very good at being unpleasant," he admits, "but it's not a talent that I'm particualrly proud of, I think it's importanat to be clinically unpleasant, but I try not to do it unelss it's called for."
"I don't think I'm nicer to poeple than I was two years ago but I may be nicer to them more often. I even suggested to Warner that, as a promition device, i should do the Santa Christmas grotto in Debenhams."
"I could just see myself sitting there iwth a succession of little girls, What do you want for Christmas? Tough, you can't have it. Here's some hot metal and Methedrine."
"It was at the mention of Methedrine that the record company said, No, somehow we don't think Debenhams would go for that..."
I'm Actually Quite A Decent Bastard
NME - 27 February 1988
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(Andrew Eldritch, much maligned, man of mystery, Sister of Mercy etc., lies supine on the analyst's divan and Barbara Ellen, late of Vienna, takes the notes. Picture: Steve Pyke)
Andrew Eldritch does not forgive easily. When I sprint into his hotel room inevitably late, I find myself cast in the role of Enfante Terrible: Menace to Staunch Monuments to Sedate Professionalism (and other decent sectors of society).
Only Patricia Morrison has the grace to look interested. She gives me a look of arched brows and sympathy. Eldritch reclines on his hotel divan. Some kind of stranger. He has already informed me - by telephone - that my inefficiency was "not disastrous, merely prejudicial".
Now he toys with the advantage. A lithe, modern-look Caligula with more than a dash of Bluebeard. Together with Patricia Morrison, Eldritch has taken Sisters of Mercy into the charts with songs that have daggers for teeth.
Eldritch is nobody's fool. He is, in fact, living proof that an Emperor need not cavort naked before his subjects, and that conviction, wit and passion can be chart-smart once again. No wonder Patricia ducks and leaves. He is Public Enemy Number One.
--When was he last beaten up?
"Someone tried to take my eye out in Leeds once; I've got scars on it now. I didn't see them coming. Next thing I knew I got up off the floor with pieces of glass in my eye..."
--Does violence perplex you?
"No."
--Are you violent?
"Violence.. as I apply it is not physical."
--You indulge in...violent invective?
"I might use a violent vocabulary occasionally. And I might use it rather savagely...but I don't raise my voice. There's no point in raising one's voice in conversation."
Eldritch, one soon comes to realize, never raises his voice. He is never LOUD in any cheerful, vulgar sense of the word. He does not deal in borrowed plumes of the leftist variety, nor does he pump up the Neanderthal volume. Eldritch has a voice that consistently bewitches and terrifies.
And whereas in concert it assumes the shape of wire barb-ing into a whore's most intimate silks, in conversation, and at play, it is content to flirt and crack. Taking care even in extremes of rage or laughter never to relinquish its hold over that fragile, hot-eyed essence.
Now Eldritch falls silent. He tilts forward, fidgets wretchedly, redistributing his weight on the skinny divan. The cigarette welded to his hand sulks and glows, decomposing onto the bedspread. I have lost him again.
Eldritch is in a different world, possibly having his blood changed. And after the chaotic and brutal battle of the night before I know better than to pinch this dangerous sleepwalker.
Eldritch is no soft-bellied media pet. He does not require constant stroking or baiting. At times the interview is awkward, amusing by flashes. I am not taken for a grim and boring dance down Memory Lane. Nor am I lashed with the usual cosy banalities. Like his music Eldritch is compact and vicious, cruel and inexorably sexual. Maybe he needs a good analyst. Maybe he could become one. I look up, then jump. Something has unfrozen his face.
--Are you a manipulative person?
"Of course...I had to learn to be, on behalf of all the band. In an ideal world I would not have to be, but in this world some of those little muscles have to be flexed...I just try to preserve the distinction between US and THEM. I'm actually quite a decent bastard."
--You're of the Old School. An honourable man?
"It's all part and parcel of the same thing. I take how I behave in the industry very seriously. If I were to do an indecent thing I would feel soiled...but honourable men in the 20th century have to know how to be manipulative. It's not like the world consists of US, it consists of US and THEM...and frontal assault achieves so little in the modern world."
--You talk of Knowing Your Enemy. Who is the Enemy?
"Whoever you pick as your target today...but you can't fight something unless you understand it and that also includes understanding the attractions of it. When you get close it becomes very attractive. I've seen a lot of people pulled in by it. There are certain things I won't go close to again, I know I couldn't pull out. I won't get close to drinking again, or smack, or gambling."
--I see. (Been there, seen that, done that...). I take it you were once involved with all three?
"No. I was involved with drinking. I never learnt to drink in moderation."
--You shot away your liver?
"I shot away my self-respect."
--Are other chart acts The Enemy too?
(Eldritch snorts contemptuously) "They're not much of an enemy...that's piffle. I compete with the government, I don't compete with Rick Astley. He's inconsequential. A decoy thrown out by the government."
--The Man from U.N.C.L.E.?
"Either that or Satan."
--Stock, Aitken and Waterman actually.
"Yeah, Satan, Satan and Satan."
--Do you feel vulnerable?
"Not at all."
--How often do you make big mistakes?
"I never make the same mistake twice, which is all you can ask of anybody."
--What was your biggest?
"She had a name but I'm not going to tell you what it was and even that was a mistake that had to be made."
--Yeah, well let's not drag that up again...it's always discussed in your interviews.
"But it was my biggest and most necessary mistake."
--...One you can write down to experience.
"If you're telling me that experience consists solely of mistakes...I might be inclined to agree with you. But I think that says more about you than it does about me."
And so we collide, due to rank incompetence on my part, into the old, old story. A tale of spite, legality and passion. Starring Eldritch, Patricia Morrison and Hussey's (Crass) defectors. A bubbling jackanory of l-u-u-r-ve, bitterness and power. With male bit players kitted out in identical black hats and cuban slippers just to keep the media happy.
Eldritch - a gifted newcomer - seems capable of simulating the roles of Good Guy and Bad Guy. With equal amounts of conviction. Tonight he adopts a tone of measured acidity. 'When it comes down to experience', he seems to imply, 'this is bigger than both of us'.
--Could the world surprise you yet?
"I'm a pragmatist first and foremost... Could the world surprise me yet? Hm. I'd be surprised if there was an earthquake right now...I could even go to some place I'd never been to before and have some preconceptions overturned."
--Does this incorporate running away to India to Find Yourself?
"No, I don't like crowds. The only thing that could surprise me about India is if it looked like Hounslow. I have a very open mind."
--But are you a nice person?
"Hmmm...any honest person if you ask them that is going to dither. Allow me to dither for awhile here...quite a long while..."
--Must you always chew questions a hundred times before answering?
"If they're as nebulous as yours. That's not to say that a nebulous question isn't okay as long as you allow me to respond to it like a nebulous question. I have to pick which angle to take it from, and then attack it of course."
--Such contortions to such easy questions.
"Any one of these questions could lead me to ramble for hours."
--Or attack me...
"I use the word attack metaphorically...Have I a heart of gold?... I was made in God's image like everybody else...and there's nothing wrong with that answer, you lazy journalist you!"
--Do you see yourself as condescending?
"No. I never talk down to people."
--But so often your lyrics talk about and dramatise feelings, often very intense emotions, implying that no one else has access to them.
"That's not saying that I don't have those feelings to the same extent as everybody else, that those feelings don't give me pleasure or pain to exactly the same extent. All I do is articulate them. It doesn't mean I don't feel. I think I feel very much the same. That's why people buy our records in the first place."
--That's what I was saying yesterday - your audience includes a lot of emotional cripples who need you to articulate for them their innermost hopes and dreads.
"If that makes them emotionally crippled then I am too. I can't articulate some things without people articulating in songs for me. People can't articulate what Shakespeare said without quoting Shakespeare chapter and verse. Not that I'm setting myself up against Shakespeare; I'm just saying that some things can only be articulated in Art. That's what Art is for."
--Maybe cripple is too strong. How about wounded? The Walking Wounded? People who are depressed...in an emotional state maybe?
"(laughs) you mean depressed, and I'm not going to rise to that. Your questions are outrageously loaded."
--That girl, you mentioned earlier, the love of your life. Was she beautiful?
"Yes."
--and was she cruel to you?
"No. And I thought we both agreed earlier that this was very well documented and old hat."
--Yes, but seeing as you mentioned it...do you think this experience in any way disabled you emotionally, turning you into a purely sexual rather than sensual creature?
"(sighs) You couldn't be more wrong."
--Eldritch, are you a slut?
"I used to be. It went along with everything else but not anymore."
--Does Patricia scare away the groupies?
"When I've been at promotional conventions people have been after me and she's put them off."
--What are they like, these girls?
"I don't know. I never get to see them. Patricia knows they're not good for me."
--What's with this Protective Momma routine? Can't you look after yourself?
"I'm just not strong enough to avoid doing the things that I would inevitably end up doing. I was brought up to believe you took whatever was going. I wasn't brought up to fend women off. I find the idea really strange."
--But you've been doing it for years...maybe not very well but...
"(laughs) Maybe it is a bit too late to learn. It's all too easy not to fend them off. And if one's in the touring mode one inevitably ends up treating them badly. 'That was this city, tomorrow's another, I've got an hour impress me...' I don't want to treat people like that. It's much easier to point Patricia at them. Her judgment is certainly better than mine. And she doesn't stop nice girls coming to talk to me...just the flesheaters."
--Do you miss the flesheaters?
"Having one's flesh eaten can on occasion be...all too tempting. Now stop this!"
--Sorry, my Sun mentality is showing.
"What was your next question going to be?"
--Do you still enjoy being in the music business, or would you rather do something more challenging?
"As I said earlier it's been a hard enough struggle as it is, doing what I do now. But it must be said, I'm not interested in what passes for modern music today; it's just one-dimensional and that one-dimensional aspect of it all horrifies me. I just take very little interest in it. That's why I don't compete with Rick Astley."
--Rick Astley again!...why keep mentioning him? He's harmless.
"For 'Rick Astley' you could substitute a million other names...and he's not harmless."
--Insipid then.
"I think insipid music is very dangerous. It's a narcotic for the nation as you very well know."
--So their taste in narcotics isn't the same as yours. Who are you to moralise!
"Hold on, now HOLD ON... I do not have a taste for narcotics. This is important. I don't even smoke dope! Now, what was your next question going to be?"
--Is your vocal style a fair representation of how you feel, or do you occasionally force it for the sake of the song?
"That's a very good question; I'm going to have to think about it. There are times when I know I'm going over the top and there's nothing I can do to stop myself, and where I know it's appropriate. It's not staged, I'm acting quite naturally...and those are the times you get to hear it. But I'm sure there are parts of me that stand back and watch... And in other areas, maybe in the movement of an eyebrow or an arm I will always acknowledge the ludicrousness, but there's nothing I can do about it."
--How do you react to criticisms that your music is pompous, melodramatic and facile?
"All popular music is all of these things. I think it's important to acknowledge that there's an element of that in everybody's music. If I'm the only one to acknowledge it now and again I don't think that makes me an idiot...the medium generally has facets which are pompous and facile. I think the fact that I acknowledge it makes my music more trustworthy and complex. I know it's paradoxical. I know there's an irony there but sooner or later the English public will have to face it. It's part and parcel of my music."
--The absurdity.
"The acknowledgement."
Eldritch pauses. He looks grim and determined. I bite back a scream; in expectation of his anger the steady build-up of caffeine inside me pops and blisters. I arrived - a mere journalist. I will leave as Mount Vesuvius.
Eldritch grins, then yawns, grinding his fist into his eyes. Be they wrong turnings into red-light districts, scraps with sin and prisms or fantastic voyages along tidal waves screaming about sex and culpability, Eldritch's best adventures will always be with music. Only then can he hope to stretch the delicious trick of his wit, that whine of pain and drive.
"It's not easy you know," he purrs and suddenly, "Don't think it is."
('Face it, and you will have a place to stay.'-"Driven Like The Snow")
Interview is taken from:
By Appointment To The Gods
Cars, Camels and Cecil B. DeMille
SOUNDS - 5 March 1988
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ANN SCANLON on the trials and tribulations of filming the latest SISTERS OF MERCY video in Jordan.
Imagine a split second collision between Cecil B DeMille and Our man in Havana, cross it with heat, action and two raven-haired characters clad entirely in white- and you have the basis for the latest Sisters Of Mercy video.
After the success of last year's 'This Corrosion', The Sisters were determined to produce an equally epic piece of promo for their 'Dominion' followup. they enlisted the services of Limelight Films producer Alan Whitaker and American director David Hogan and spent months searching for an appropriate location.
"We didn't want to make another video with fast cuts and groovy edits, we wanted to make more of a little film," says WEA art director Jason Beck.
"We wanted 'Dominion' to build into a crescendo in the same way the song does."
They eventually hit upon the ancient city of Petra, in Jordan, and resigned themselves to two days of sandstorms, sunburn and wild horses.
"We had to do it there", says Patricia Morrison. "It's one of those timeless, magical places that is almost alive."
Although one of only three women in the cast, Morrison was far from the token female, or silent Sister. Indeed, with the help of a shotgun and the boot of a Mercedes Benz she manages to dispose Eldritch and ends up wielding the power herself.
"That was a dream come true!" she laughs. "Everybody keeps going, Patricia, did you do that? But actually it was Andrew'sa idea."
The Sisters' two day sojourn included two new experiences for Eldritch, namely sunburn and a trial runon horseback.
"I think the high point for Andrew was getting on a horse," Patricia says "He'd never been on one before, so it was a big deal, especially since those horses were real frisky little guys."
For Patricia, her worst moment involved four wheels and a steep gradient.
"I don't drive gear," she explains "and so the scariest thing in the whole video was driving the Mercedes. I was doing OK until a donkey ran in front of me as I was going up a hill and we started to roll backwards. I almost got two goats too, but they jumped over the cliff in time."
"The horse? No problem. The gear car? I was petrified!"
And what's all this about camels?
"The one story I didn't tell you!" she smiles "We were offered 100 camels for one of our women. All I could say was, it's a good job they didn't offer it to Andrew. And he said; You're righ, 100 camels is worth a lot, Patricia."
Halluciente's The Sisters Of Mercy Website - Interviews
Shrink Rap - Andrew Eldritch plays cat and mouse with the MM shrink
MELODY MAKER SHRINK - 5 March 1988
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("Shrink Rap" was a regular Maker feature in which the subject free-associated upon words and phrases tossed at him/her by an MM writer.)
CATS
Those allergic to cats should undoubtedly be burned at the stake. What more can I say? Either you find cats the most sublime creatures imaginable (with the probable exception of Joanna Lumley), or the best part of you as slid down your mother's leg, to put it mildly.
REINCARNATION
A shame, in many ways, if the only thing that gives life meaning is the total absence of anything above, below, or at either end, because I wouldn't mind reappearing as a panther, or such like. It has been suggested that I was formerly an Inquisitor, but it would be unwise to listen to those who now walk quite so strangely...
FOLK
I am a practicing Anglo-Saxon.
THE FIVE-DAY TEST MATCH
Essentially a religious art form, some sort of connection with the folk subconscious, for reasons which are obvious to the wise, perfectly and appropriately obscure to the benighted. My own inability to wield a cricket bat is of course irrelevant, largely a function of terror and by no means an impediment to the appreciation of the game.
THE ONE-NIGHT STAND
Largely a function of terror.
ONE THING I WISH I'D WRITTEN
"East Coker", in my humble and rarely voiced opinion, the finest of Eliot's "Four Quartets", which are head and shoulders above anything else written this century.
REVENGE
I have been known to instigate the odd reprisal when I thought it in the public good, but I think I prefer vindication, which has to be sweeter because of its passive nature. Much more graceful, much more dignified. I do have faith in the ability of history to judge, but it must be said that history as it lies before us looks kind of finite, and it is tempting to lend it a hand now and again, doubly vain though that may be.
MARLBORO
Did you know that they will not sell me Marlboro cigarettes in Canada? You can't find them anywhere. Mr. Marlboro apparently refuses to have any French written on his cigarette packets, so the French Canadians refuse to stock them. I've bought Marlboro in almost every country in the world, written in German, Arabic and even Chinese, but never French. I believe such practices should be encouraged and that Mr. Marlboro should be acknowledged as the man of taste and refinement he most certainly is.
JORDAN
The place was far more astonishing than you can ever imagine from the ("Dominion") video. Vista opens onto vista. It really is a metropolis.
THE CURSE OF ELDRITCH
Largely a function of terror. If I can live with it, so shall you.
By Appointment To The Gods
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