JUNIOR MANSON SLAGS

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Hey there kittens. 'Tis your old mate Flash Tightpocket, bringing you lucky viewers a bit of a newsflash.
What I'm trying to say is 'STOP PRESS' 'HOLD THE FRONT PAGE; & other such expletives.
 Does anybody remember this?....

Or this?......

Or even this?......

Yessiree!  I'm talking about those purveyors of sonic slabs of erotically charged, psychedelic, deviant noise..........THE JUNIOR MANSON SLAGS.
Please see my previous post at  http://flashtightpocket.blogspot.co.uk/search/label/Junior%20Manson%20Slags
You see after years of searching, never seen before video evidence of this outstanding rock'n'roll behemoth has finally seen the light of day. 
Trust me on this one my dears, for your genial host this is like finding the holy grail, or the dead sea scrolls.
For on these grainy old, sometimes difficult to see films, lurks some idea of the wild chaotic abandon that was 'The Junior Manson Slags' live experience.

                                                HOUNDS OF ELECTRIC FILTH  1986ish

                                           THE WAY YOU TOUCHED MY HAND

                                            LIVE AT THE FULHAM GREYHOUND 1987


It was after a recent chance meeting with the still, visually stunning 'Aqua Marina', now known to the world as 'Michi Sinn' for it is she who can be found on these films, singing, gyrating, shaking & grooving (didn't they used to call it frugging?). Just check out those screams on 'hounds of electric filth', awesome!  this is where I found out about her new project;
  RIOT IN PARADISE. 
Described in their own words as 
TRANCEY,PUNKY,DUBBY,JAZZY,SPIKEY,DANCEY,DARKnSPARKY, AND STRANGELY DISTURBING POP TUNES FOR THE PARTIALLY DISTURBED. HEPKATS n KITTIES 

Check 'em out on facebook http://www.facebook.com/pages/Riot-In-Paradise/343577695658628?sk=info
They also have their 2nd gig at old punk venue 'The Hope & Anchor' on Friday 6th april. 
Check info here; http://www.facebook.com/events/123085601151394/
So if you know what's good for you; get yourselves along. It promises to be quite a caper.
 See you down the front!

Chin Chin!

Devilish Presley.

The Devil Rock'n'Roll.


Greetings my fluffy little kittens & welcome.
 I know it's been a little quiet around Tightpocket towers of late, but all that's about to change.
Those fine chaps & chapesses from that green & pleasant land, where dwell our heroes; the mighty DEVILISH PRESLEY, have just released a new single. 
 THE DEVIL ROCK'N'ROLL.
 However that is not all, for they have been kind enough to record a video of the same for your delectation.

There are three new songs in total, The Devil Rock'n'roll & Spiritbabe are out & out trademark Presley stompers. Reason enough my dears, to part company with your hard earned wonga. However there is more, the simply beautiful 'Mary Shelley Motorcade' is a bit of a departure from the usual Presley fare & shows great versatility in Jacqui Vixens voice. 
 In short, some of their finest work yet.
The audio track "The Devil Rock & Roll" is now available for FREE download on Reverbnation. You can also hear "Spiritbabe" & "Mary Shelley Motorcade" on Reverbnation - You can buy the single via Paypal £3.00 to alanbrightman_enterprises@hotmail.com 

 So what are you waiting for?  Get your hands in your pockets & get your fingers busy on the keyboard. It could be the best £3 you've spent yet.

 What's that I hear you say? you want to see the video as well? .. Oooooh, you're never satisfied!
 Here you go then!

Enjoy my dears;    Chin Chin.

Honest John Plain.

New Cross Inn-London.  3-2-12.

 Bloody hell, it's been a while since my last post, but alas my dears, I've had nowt to report. In fact we ain't been to a gig since the beginning of December.
 Along with having to put up with abject poverty in the face of short time employment, strife, disease, death, plague & pestilence have all been prevalent, nay 'rampant' in our miserable lives. Oh yes indeed me old shipmates, things have been pretty grim around 'Tightpocket towers' of late. 
 But you know me; I'm not one to complain!!!!!!!???!!!!!!!
So it was with great joy & jubilation when 'Gertrude' & me boarded the train from Wakefield to London Kings Cross, for we were confident! aye sir, we knew, there was a full weekend of rock'n'roll heaven waiting to greet us at the end of our journey.

After checking into our digs, the first port of call was the Kings Cross, Chop Chop noodle house (great food, great prices).
 Without further ado, your intrepid duo were on their way to The new Cross inn.
 Just in time for a pint before Max Splodge hit the boards. There'll be more of Max on a later post, but special mention must go to 'The Splodgettes'. Maxs' backing vocal duo. For they are indeed the fiercest pair of babes you ever did feast your mince pies upon. Imagine 'Motts' vocal troupe 'Thunderthighs' on bad, baaaaad acid, & you'd be getting somewhere close. One sideways glance at these chicks & they'd have you running for the hills crying for your mother! They are indeed the arch enemies of trouser confidence; Medusa! re-animated in groinal form.

And yay, it did finally come to pass; after all the waiting & all the travelling, we were finally in the company of like minded individuals, once again watching our man; the ageless, timeless, Honest John Plain.
 This time with Alex Karl Gold on percussion. I'd love to know what that little egg like thing was that he was shaking next to the mic, but I was just too vain to ask & come across like the proverbial dumb Northener.
 There's something about these Honest John solo shows that fill you with a sense of  'the feelgood factor'. The bread knife & me have tried to put our collective finger on why that is & the only obvious conclusion is, that HE WRITES SUCH BLOODY GOOD SONGS! Every one an absolute gem. We were even treated to a newie from his forthcoming album; the delicately titled 'I hate my Fucking job'. Oh yes indeed my fluffy little cherubs; it's got anthem & crowd pleaser written all over it!

There you go my dears, another great show from your old mate Honest John Plain. Y'see there are some bands you go to see, who are good, but their shows can go on a little too long. However, the Mrs & me could watch & listen to this fella all night long. Yup! we bloody love 'im!
 Just before I sign off, may I offer a massive thank you to Mr Steve Metcalfe, the gentleman who handles all matters concerning the Boys & H.J.P. For he did take time out to introduce me to one of my all time heroes, 'Mr Casino Steel'. Aaah, how I recall wearing out the stylus on my old turntable listening to 'blowing dust off the angels wings'. It's not quite up there with 'ingesting dust from a dusky maidens thigh' you understand, but musically, it's up there with the best.  Gawd bless you Steve.
As ever my dears please feel free to nick, nab & snaffle any of my ropey snaps for thine own delectation.

& yay it did come to pass; that Madame Tightpocket & me did find our way back to the Kings Cross Travelodge & we did partake in many a libation. & yay we did indeed become totally elephants trunk. Anything to wipe out the visual horror of Max Splodges backing singers!
& yay we did have the luxury of Honest John & the Boys to look forward to tomorrow eve.

Chin Chin my dears.

Walter Lure in the U.K

Final part of the trilogy
Birmingham Actress & Bishop. 5-11-11

Bloody hell, all this travelling sure do take it out of you. After a monster brekkers in the Kings Cross Travelodge, we jumped straight on the choo choo back to Wakefield, caught the bus to Ponte Carlo, had a cup of coffee then jumped into the jam jar, tore down the M1 to Birmingham & checked into the Travelodge ready for Uncle Walters final show in the U.K. Whooosh!

Once again my fluffy little chickens, I shall not bore you with all the details of the show. I'll just leave you with the snaps. However, suffice it to say, the boys were shit hot & relentless in their delivery.

It was bloody great seeing Uncle Walter over here again, & so soon since his previous visit. However, if I can offer a little artistic advice to the great man..... Please please puhhlease bring a change of stage clothing with you next time. All my ropey pics look like they could have been taken at the same venue.

For a man of his not inconsiderable years, Yer Uncle Waldo still looks great. He still has those film star good looks, remeniscent of a certain Terence Hill. 'Trinity' the man who stands at the devils right hand.
He'd obviously been primed up by the rest of the band as he tried speaking in local Brummy dialect, which made it all the more amusing as he sounded more like a Yorkshire bricky on his tea break whilst leafing through a well worn copy of the Daily Sport.

& there you have it my dears. Exactly a year to the day since my first post on the walls of this hallowed blog.
 Ironically 'twas Waldos' show at the 100 club which started it all.
42 posts; 14200 hits & I can't thank you folks enough for indulging me.
 However not wanting to stray too far from the subject in hand, a big thank you & a large pat on the back should go to Ossie & Jez Miller, drummer & guitarist respectively, for being instrumental in bringing Walter back to these shores. Cheers fellas.
 Me? I'm off to pour myself a large Cognac & watch the tripe served up on telly.
ADIOS!!

Chin Chin.