The Hidden World: The Visual Culture of Fucked Up

Occasionally people write things about us in an academic type of way.  This is a great paper by someone on FU and art from 2010.

by Evan Blanco

On February 12th, 1992, the highest-selling singles act of 1991 – the KLF – took the stage at the BRIT Awards to deliver their final performance.  Bill Drummond and Jimmy Cauty – the individuals who comprised KLF – were joined by the crust punk band Extreme Noise Terror for a reworked rendition of “3 A.M. Eternal”.  The grunted and howled vocals, distorted guitars, and blasting beats was by far the largest and most extreme demonstration of what punk had become since the heyday of the Sex Pistols.  The cigar-chewing, crutch-leaning Drummond punctuated the performance by pulling a machinegun from his army jacket and firing blanks towards the audience as well as the ceiling before vacating the stage, upon which KLF hype man Scott Piering announced KLF was finished.  But apart from the fact that KLF decided to end in the manner they did, little else is remarkable about the performance.  Extreme Noise Terror could barely play the song as a cohesive unit, the vocals from Drummond and the ENT vocalists are frequently off-time or poorly executed.  Rather than blowing the lid off extreme music in the early 90’s, Extreme Noise Terror faded back into obscurity.  KLF went on to form the K Foundation, a subversive arts foundation mostly known for burning the remaining million pounds from KLF’s earnings. Continue reading

China Tour Diary 2009

by 10K

March 15th – Arrive around 1pm – 2 hour train to Nanjing
Nanjing – Castle Bar – 6pm sound check / 9pm show
March 16th – Morning do a little sightseeing
Evening take the overnight train to Beijing
March 17th – Morning sightseeing – Forbidden City, Tiananmen Square…etc..etc…
Beijing – Yugong Yishan – 6pm sound check / 9pm show
March 18th – Afternoon leave for an overnight train to Wuhan
March 19th – Morning – Wuhan sightseeing, etc…
Wuhan – Vox Bar – 6pm soundcheck / 9pm show
March 20th – Morning – train to Changsha (Chairman Mao’s hometown)
Changsha – 4698 Bar – 6pm soundcheck / 9pm show
March 21st – Morning – flight to Shanghai
Afternoon – sighseeing
Shanghai – Logo – 8pm soundcheck / 12am show

DAY ONE SHANGHAI and NANJING

Hi. We are finally back from tour after starting with 10 days in the UK with The Bronx, that ended with our own secret warehouse party, an early morning flight to Japan, a show there with 4 days off, a portion of the tour that would culminate in us getting onto a 48 hour ferry that would take us to Shanghai, China, where we had booked 5 shows. We’ll start on the boat.

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Europe Summer Tour 2005 Diary

By 10K

day one squat

Five years ago we did our first tour of Europe, and have been to Europe every summer since then in some capacity. It’s 2010 now, and European tours for us, while not as posh as some might suppose, are still a far cry from the psychic attrocities that took place on a daily basis on our first trip across the pond as a band. Since nothing funny is happening on this tour we’re on right now, I felt it would be a good idea to re-visit what things were like for us a mere five years ago.

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FUCKED UP GETS IN THE BULLRING WITH SPAIN

BY MR. JO

This is a tour diary written by the always eloquent Mr. Jo from our 2008 tour of Spain. I have no idea where, if anywhere, it was ever published. Enjoy.

FUCKED UP IS:
PINKEYES – VOCALS
10,000 MARBLES aka 1,000,000,000 MEATBALLS – GUITAR
GULAG – GUITAR
YOUNG GUV aka LIL’ BITEY – GUITAR
MUSTARD GAS – BASS
MR. JO aka G. BEAT – DRUMS

DAY ONE – GIRONA

Some years ago, our first visit to Spain (a single gig in Barcelona) is among the most memorable nights of my life. Never have I been so inspired and impressed, first hand, so purely by any other musical community as I was by OTAN, INVASION, TENSION, UBER, and every person at that show. Subsequent visits away from Barcelona, – to Madrid, Getaria, San Sebastien, and Benidorm – and all the people we continue to meet only reinforced how enamored with Spain we had become. This our third visit, sees us seeing old faces and hitting familiar haunts as well as charting some new ground.

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