The Music Next Door...

There’s a real need for an intelligent but aggressive group in London. All the treasured groups are just so softcore. At one time there was a real upsurge of new young groups and incredible records like ‘She is Beyond Good and Evil’… you know, The Pop Group before they sacrificed the music for that soapbox, toilet-roll politics.

[Robert Fripp] speaks about himself in the third person, like: “The guitarist feels that his performance on this take was the preferred one.” He’s like the Buddha via 10 Wellington Place.

Well Saturday gives what Sunday steals, and a child is born on his brother’s heels / Come Sunday morn’ the first-born is dead, in a shoebox tied with a ribbon of red

O poor heart / I was doomed from the start /Doomed to play the villain’s part / I was the baddest Johnny in the apple cart / My blood was blacker than the chambers of a dead nun’s heart

She makes me feel so ugly / My heart is really on its knees / But I keep a poker face so well / That even mother couldn’t tell