Sunday 25 September 2011

THE VAYNES/DEAD VAYNES

Ahh, there you are my sweet little cherubims. Come hither & tarry awhile. Indulge thou goodselves for a moment or two with thine old friend & dodgy snapper; Herr Tightpocket. For inside the dark walls of this sacred blog lurks many a secret & a story untold, of deeds debauched like none other. 
 By the time this tale has unfolded, you will feel unclean, unkempt & it will appear to you, that you have the aura & stench of a rancid polecat. 
Inspired from previous posts by top blogger, 'Nuzz prowling wolf'. It came to my attention that in all the times I saw this band, (for they were bountiful) I never once took a camera to record the event. What a damn fool.
  These fine fellows first came to my attention at the Leeds Warehouse sometime in 84, when, in one of their earliest shows, they supported a Waldo-less, Johnny Thunders & the Heartbreakers.
 'Twas indeed an epiphany for your genial host, for they were raw beyond belief, they had a stage presence like none other & a certain 'je ne sais quoi'; that indefinable quality which set them apart from the other unworthy pretenders. With their eyes as wide as the finest bone china dinner plates, they were indeed, wired beyond belief. A heady brew & righteous stuff indeed.
 I attended the aforementioned show with a good friend of mine & we must have looked like Beavis & Butthead as we stood like statues, eyes & mouths agog & salivating as we absorbed this delightful, aural & visual onslaught. Later in the evening my pal plucked up the courage to attempt a chat with one of them. (I can't remember which one). ''Hey fellas, great show, where do you come from?'' quoth he, ''FUCK KNOWS'' came his response. Your host was on his neck with hysterical laughter. 
 For here indeed was a band truly worthy of our affections.
  I was truly hooked & went to see 'em on countless occasions after this. Every show gave a full on intense performance, irrespective of what & how many chemicals they had ingested. 
 1985 saw the release of their first album, with Mick Vayne playing James Williamson to Stevies Iggy Stooge.
 Oh baby, we were smitten. Never before had the urgency & belligerence of a bands live performance been transferred so well onto vinyl. The sleaze & grime just oozes, throbs & pounds from the speakers.
 At this particular period in time, the mainstay of British rock'n'roll was regarded to be the Marquee club in London, but we in the North did beg to differ. For we had the 'Duchess of York' in Leeds & moreover we had the 'Dead Vaynes'.  Never before had I seen a band exude so much danger on stage.
 Over the next couple of years they hit upon what I call their golden period. With a change of name to the 'Vaynes' & a  steady line-up of Stevie Vayne on vocals, Mick Vayne-guitar, Jessica James-bass, Nev-drums & Gerry Famous on guitar, they released a string of 12" eps' which began to show great versatility in their songwriting.
The self explanatory MR FIXIT.

They also started picking up high ranking support slots with the likes of Rose of avalanche et-al. The moment I knew these cats were no longer a small fish in a big pond was when they supported Gaye bikers on acid & the bomb party at the old Leeds poly & completely blew away the opposition. Commanding the stage like battle hardened veterans.
This is for ''Anonyme'' who claimed on 'Sons of the Dolls' how he didn't care how many live shows were ruined by the bands drug habits. Well let me tell you my dear fellow, never once did I see a live show ruined by this band, it just merely added to the spectacle. It's funny how you remember the smaller, less significant things. Like the time Stevie came on stage dressed in nothing but a see through body stocking,or the time he tried to get the whole band to do impromptu solos on their respective instruments. When Jessica the bass player refused, I'll always remember him telling their manager 'it's either her or me', immediately after the show. However by, the next gig the usual harmony had been restored.
Prior to the release of their 12" ep, Rock'n'roll crime, it was originally titled 'Rock'n'roll christ'. I'll never forget the look of shock on the other punters faces when the band came on to the intro tape of Jesus christ superstar, Stevie stood centre stage amid the spotlight glow with his arms outstretched a'la J.C.
 Jerry Famous was a mild mannered unasuming quiet fellow & I guess he needed all his energy to support that wild looking behemoth of an instrument of his. (Ooooh matron!). For he had a home made guitar, made of STEEL!. Yup, that's right my dears, STEEL. You could see the spot weld marks. It weighed in at around a stonne in weight. The feedback problems from that beastie must have been horrendous.
I'll never forget bunking off work one thursday afternoon & going into Leeds for a steady pint or two & then bumping into Stevie. We had a drink in nearly every pub. I don't remember leaving Leeds, the first thing I do recall was waking up at my parents house the following day having missed another shift & shaking like a shitting dog. Great days.
 1988 saw the release of the Big Cities ep. Another true pop classic, it has a middle 8 which sees our hero Stevie summing matters up; (meanwhile, down some, sleazy nightclub, the Vaynes were, doing the business, y'know .. .. .. ROCK'N'ROOOOll !!)  Never before have you heard those words bellowed forth with such passion, venom & anger. Only Stevie Vayne & the late great Gary Holton have managed to move me in such a way. 
1989 gave us the album Vayneglorious, full to the brim of punk, pop, rock'n'roll classics. God this album deserved to sell by the wagonload. If ever a band deserved to be mammoth, here they were, but by god it wasn't for the want of effort, they must have been one of the most hard working bands on the planet. which only adds fuel to the theory that there really is no justice in this world.



Please, dear reader, don't just take my word for it. Have a listen for yourself. For top blogger 'Nuzz prowling wolf ' has made all these recordings available for your delectation. So go & check 'em out at  http://nuzzprowlinwolf.blogspot.com/search/label/The%20Vaynes
They're all vinyl rips & sound all the better for it. It's akin to listening to really old blues recordings for you can hear the vinyl crackle. Just like listening to ghosts baby.
Go on my fluffy little cherubs, you know it makes sense.
 The last time I bumped into Stevie was at a Leeds United pre-season friendly at Huddersfield, probably sometime around the year 2000. As fate would have it, he was sat directly in front of me. He looked fit, well, healthy & was living happily in New York. Good for you matey! I haven't a clue as to his whereabouts or what he's doing these days. All I can say is live long & prosper Stevie, you deserve it.
 If anyone out there has any decent live shots of this band, which they wouldn't mind sharing on this blog, I would be eternally grateful. Please e-mail me at   shogs1815@live.co.uk  for I was far too drunk & foolish to have taken a camera to any of their shows. 

Boys & girls, I give you; THE VAYNES. 
 Whatever path they have chosen & wherever they may be; God love 'em all.
Chin chin.

8 comments:

  1. i was there at the warehouse when they supported johnny thunders,martin scott was playing guitar with them it was shit, tired old riffs i'd heard thousand times before.nothing about them was anything but regurgitated shite. a.m.c.

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    1. I,ve never liked werewolfs, nasty illl headed dogs....let me tell you something...."this is the midnight gun, and I'm packing silver bullets baby...bang bang!"

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  2. I was at a run of their gigs across europe, & night after night they were amazing.

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  3. Sometime in 1988 or 89 they played at Alice in Wonderland, London. Late soundcheck with the doors already open. Stevie sang first few lines then collapsed on stage. The band carried on with him on the floor so the sound guy could get the levels. Everyone (even the band?) thought it would end up a bad gig, BUT Stevie jumped up and it was one opf the best gigs I ever seen.

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  4. Amazing....Vayne fucking glorious....

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  5. I found 'em by accident but always looked out for their gigs after that, a top band (and I would travel over from the Isle of Man to see 'em)

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  6. I saw them at a pre-xmas show at the Leeds Warehouse i think 1989. it was all over by then with Madchester and Acid house being the new scenes. Salvation we’re playing and Jont from Psycho Surgeons had a new band. Stevie Vayne stripped naked and tucked his bits between his legs like Buffalo Bill and taunted the crowd how all the men were faggots for letting him show our girlfriends his cock and he knew they all wanted to suck it....! strange what we remember....

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