The Ecstatic Farce by Nick
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Cornered

I knew I'd eventually get asked to write something for the site.  I was trying to dodge it &  say I was too busy, overseeing the artwork or mastering.  But they finally cornered me and so here goes.  I'm not so much awkward about my previous, it's just that I've been shuffling around in this fickle old business for around thirty years; so I'll try to be respectful, candid, but most important BRIEF! 

School

I went to the coolest school (Imberhorne in East Sussex).  The first of those trendy new Comprehensive schools that were replacing the old grammar and secondary.  I had young and progressive English & Drama teachers and was given the opportunity at 14 to write and sing the narrative songs for the self-written school productions &  and more important, most folk didn't think they were shite.  Confidence can be a dangerous ally but at least I got an early glimpse of what really turned me on in life &  apart from the obvious teenage pursuits.  The inevitable school band was born: Twice Bitten, with Nick Muggridge, George Brinkhurst, Pete Birch & Steve Boorer.  We wrote our own stuff and clumsily wedged it in between frantic Small Faces and obscure Free covers &!!!. But I was at least staying up far too late and hanging with older, cooler guys who gave me so much encouragement &  in spite of my guitar playing! 

Chas

Next.  Big break.  Signed to Chas Chandler's recording empire.  Chas had earned his fame and fortune through a remarkable list of credentials.  As bass player with The (brilliant) Animals &  finder / producer / manager of J. Hendrix Esq. and then 70's record mogul who groomed and delivered to the world the awesome Slade.  Within days (honest) of my signature I was touring Poland with the lads from Wolverhampton & from playing to 50 locals a night in the Sussex pubs to 12,000 (apparently) adoring Poles overnight.  Now that's what I call a step up the ladder.  It was all beginning to make sense and at the age of 20 I was gigging with the likes of the inimitable David Essex & the Jam, standing on stage at Wembley Arena & & and not a soul in the audience knew who I was!  I had released four flop singles, done countless interviews, but here I was signing autographs from Glasgow to Warsaw &  just so at least they could learn my name!  The ecstatic farce had begun. 

Drivers

The Drivers were a super-tight three piece band from Sussex, UK.  Three skinny Brits & fans of XTC, the Police, the Stones, who had an uncanny knack of filling every pub and club they played in &  right up to sell out nights at the Marquee in London.  Steve Boorer was my old mate from school and Twice Bitten.  He was the perfect rock / feel drummer, with tons of energy & he also sang all the high bits (mostly in tune).  Mak Norman played the most solid, melodic bass lines I'd ever heard.  He almost played his own tunes within our songs, and crucially, had the same sense of humour as me.  We literally churned out the songs, hardly ever played a cover and it was undoubtedly the happiest time of my musical life.  It was all sweat, sex, and so easy, and we were (again, apparently) making good money at the doors.  Drongo our roadie would walk into the pub kitchens (our dressing rooms) after each gig with a bagful of fivers.  We were rich for young guys and blew it all on girls and guitars.  It was effortless and quite cool for three Sussex hicks.  Titles like After Gdansk, Finchley Girl, Stolen Treasure, and the soon to be, mini-hit, Tears on your Anorak, cemented our minor place in that special department of the kitsch British new wave scene. 

Bernie

Did you hear about the one-eyed, one-legged Jewish attorney from Toronto who walked into a bar (The Shelley Arms) and changed all that and my life forever?  Signed, sealed and delivered, Bernie Solomon flew us to Toronto to record our album Short Cuts with Rush producer Terry Brown.  We shot videos and flew into every major city in Canada to press the flesh and eat cocktail food.   Anorak went top ten &  it was still sweat, more sex and even easier &  and this time touring in feckin' Canada &  But outside of that beautiful country and the pubs and clubs of London and the South East, I ask you, had anyone really, truthfully heard of us?  The ecstasy of the farce continued and I wasn't about to point it out to ‘nobody'.

Kevin

Backstage in Halifax, Nova Scotia.  Drivers' gig.  Support band guitarist enters our dressing room.  Says he digs the band and what part of  Australia do we come from?  I ask him his name &  Kevin.  I ask him his surname &baffled look, he replies, Kevin.  That was the day I met Kevin Kevin, or MacMichael, as it turned out.  Another piece of the jigsaw from the box called life changing moments had just fallen into place.  We stared at each other and some unspoken intent sparked between us.  That day was the beginning of the end of the Drivers and to all that fun and laughter and pure rock'n roll.  Kev moved to England and arrived with his precious L'Arrivee guitar and hand luggage.  No suitcase &  just the man and his music.  We wrote / planned / set deadlines and pretty soon we'd invented Cutting Crew (as we had spent all those first months writing and not gigging, we named the C.C. after a journalist's reference to Queen (no attachment but I loved their early albums)who had ceased touring and spent all their time in the studio & a cutting crew).

The Crew

Colin Farley was a fab bass player from Surrey.  Loads of ideas, tons of experience and very musical.  He helped with every aspect of setting up and forming the band and crucially, he knew Frosty.  Frosty (Martin Beedle) was a (relative) youngster from Hull, Yorkshire who brought with him hilarity, energy and confidence and was ready to step up to playing rock music, after having played big band music for a few years.  My good friend Tony Moore joined as the coolest keyboard player, and there you have it.  Kevin & I wrote 7 songs, the boys added a few others, and within the year we had a Number 1 hit single all over the world &  the ecstatic farce continued.  After all those years of chipping away at the music business, it wasn't supposed to happen like this & not so fast and furious.  I never complained (obviously) but we were like frightened rabbits on those first Top of the Pops and Johnny Carson shows.  All those years of waiting and suddenly you're not prepared &  not that big &  not now &  maybe in a few months time???  All hell broke loose.  It was frantic, painful, and to be honest all a bit of a blur.

We gave Richard Branson his first US Number one record for his fledgling Virgin US Record Company.  Six years of non-stop travel, pretty awards and the inevitable chemistry lessons!!!!  I loved our songs and our gigs, every single one of them.  I'd finally invented and steered my band to a position where the whole feckin' world had finally heard us &  and it felt &sadly &empty.  Frankly, apart from the love of the fans and the support we got from our friends/families and dearest allies in the biz, I found the so-called big time fickle and totally beyond any control. All those (apart from a few glowing exceptions) corporate managers, lawyers and accountants screwing and manipulating you because they had control of the money and contracts &the sad, inevitable, personal rows that sprung up &  and then suddenly it was over.  Cutting Crew RIP.  Non je ne regrette rien!!

Watchin' and Waitin'

I filled my home with too much studio gear and for 6 years managed, wrote, produced and recorded with a variety of pure talent.

Mark Scott (Cher), Julian Dunkley & Andy Mutter (Tar Babies),

TJ Davis ( Sash/D:Ream/Gary Numan/Bjorn Again), Dennis Kadmon

( Australian musical genius), Mir ( Canadian multi-award winners), David Brooks (Sugarland), Cathy Burton, Steve Hogarth ( Marillion), Brett Ryan & the inimitable Rick Soanes.  Hooked myself a few publishing deals and hilariously, was asked to audition for Genesis, after Uncle Phil had left.  I watched my daughter grow into a teenager, and married Nikki.  I was happy but knew deep down that all the time I was really watching and waiting.  I moved to the Caribbean and re-discovered my love affair for live rock music through Desire and then the fab new band in Barbados>> Kite ®ularly played La Fete de L'Espoir in Geneva and even toured Germany with the Night of the Proms alongside Simple Minds and Foreigner & &I still didn't know what I wanted (for a change) BUT knew I wanted it so bad &.  it turned out to be Grinning Souls.     

Buyers Review of the classic Cutting Crew release "BROADCAST"

Gone, But Not Remembered
Jun 28 '03 (Updated Jun 29 '03)

Author's Product Rating
Product Rating: 4.0

Pros
With its meticulous and detailed production, this disc sounds really good.

Cons
Sometimes their ambition gets the better of them; lyrically, they're a little toothless... but, still!

The Bottom Line
The world may not need another Cutting Crew album, but this one still sounds good almost twenty years after the fact. Did I mention it's also cheap?

 
On the morning of December 31, 2002, Kevin Scott Macmichael died of lung cancer at his home at the age of 51. Three points if you can guess who he is before I tell you.

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I recently read a record review (and I can't track the darn thing down right now to even say what album it was, or what magazine printed it... I hate when that happens) which ended with a cheap (but funny) comment about the world not needing another Cutting Crew album.

I laughed for a second, but then I was just kind of amazed to have read a reference to Cutting Crew in the context of a recent record review, even if it wasn't complimentary.

Cutting Crew had been totally forsaken by critics and audiences alike by the time their 1989 sophomore LP ("The Scattering") had been released. How in the world did they pop up 15 years later as a punchline in a record review?

I used to own both of the Cutting Crew's released albums (a third album Compus Mentus from 1992 never saw it's way to American shelves), but sold them off when I was a graduate art student, presumably so I could either buy paint, or a hot dog (there's a terrific hot dog stand in Savannah, Georgia - it was just about the only place I ever ate).

But after reading this review (whatever it was), I wanted to hear my Cutting Crew CDs again, and knowing that I could probably find them really cheap at a used store, I set off to re-claim them (I got both of 'em for a total of 6 bucks - yippee!).

And you know what? Neither of 'em are really that bad. In fact "Broadcast", is pretty darn good. Not great, of course, but I couldn't help really getting a groove going to this CD after not hearing it in more than five years.

Nostalgia? Possibly.

But I think craft has something to do with it too, and I don't think it's totally fair to write the Cutting Crew off as just another Eighties relic best left unearthed.

For one thing, Cutting Crew were a band. It sounds a little silly to say that, but when we think of pop music (especially from the 80s), we think of a guy with funny hair holed up in a studio creating a "band" sound with computers, and maybe a little help from his friends Moog and Fairlight.

Not Cutting Crew. They were a band in the traditional sense - four guys who played instruments and stuff, with one guy who sang lead, and a couple of the others taking harmonies.

More than that, they were a talented band, who knew not only how to write their own songs, but how to put them together in the studio. Nick Van Eede has a singular, instantly recognizable voice of the love-it-or-hate-it variety, and wrote or co-wrote all of the songs. The rhythm section of Colin Farley on bass and Frosty Beedle on drums, lend a propulsive and dynamic sound to all of the songs, and Beedle's drumming is especially creative and layered.

And finally, there's Kevin Scott MacMichael (remember?) on guitar, who delivers colorful lead work all over the album - his style is both rhythmic and melodic, and he had the chops to impress no less than Robert Plant, who hired MacMichael for his biggest post-Crew gig (in fact the biggest post-Crew gig any of them scored), playing guitar on and touring behind Plant's "Fate of Nations" album in 1993.

Two hit wonder, my butt!

The sound of "Broadcast" is slick, but the production (by Terry Brown with the band) is detailed, intricate and layered, and at times, quite dazzling. This is a great sounding record, bringing hookfests like the sadly-neglected singles "Any Colour" and "One for the Mockingbird" into sharp relief and making them perfect soundtracks for a drive down the Interstate.

Even the two big hits the Crew are known for - "(I Just) Died in Your Arms" and "I've Been in Love Before" - sound really good after nearly 20 years, despite the fact that they were criminally over-played at the time of their release.

At times, the band tries a little too hard to be arty: "Life in a Dangerous Time" flirts with a prog rock epic sound, with military-style snare rolls, apocalyptic lyrics, and strategically placed power-chords. Of course, that won't stop you from singing along to the gorgeous falsetto chorus, but you will feel a little silly about it, thinking maybe this would have fit in better on something by Kansas or Asia.

Sometimes, however, their ambition pays off - especially on the six-and-a-half minute, album-closing title track, which is moody and atmospheric, never feels forced, and boasts one of the album's most sweetly affecting choruses sung once again by Eede in his clear and sympathetic falsetto.

"Broadcast" may never make Rolling Stone's 100 Best Albums of the 80's list, and it probably shouldn't, but that doesn't mean it's bad. It's simply a very enjoyable, well-crafted slab of mid-80's pop - totally innocuous, and certainly well worth the three dollars it'll cost you - so go out and get yourself a copy...

Do it for Kevin!

(insert orchestral swell here)

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"Broadcast" by Cutting Crew
Virgin Records
Released 1986

Produced by Terry Brown and Cutting Crew
49 min.

SONGS: Any Colour - One for the Mockingbird - I've Been in Love Before - Life in a Dangerous Time - Fear of Falling - (I Just) Died in Your Arms - Don't Look Back - Sahara - It Shouldn't Take Too Long - The Broadcast