Code: FAC 17

Sex Machine

1 hr jamming, 30 mins lyrics brainstorm and 3 months gestation created the “Factory” favourite, pop-pickers. Basic drive created by Strangely during a jam one night using fuzzed LFO-controlled VCA‘d keyboards. After a few minutes Doomage had generated the killer guitar tune to go with it - a work of genius as it lends itself very well to multiple overdubs. The tune stayed like this for a little while when it was decided to add some words and do it properly. On the final released version, this involved a serious amount of guitar overdubbing and a few extra keyboard bleeps. Words added by Strangely, Doomage and Errol. Fatso thought of the first line “I’ve got a brand new pair of genes”. The lyrics “pinch” heavily from the “My Mum” song by Dudley Moore on the “Derek and Clive Come Again” record. They started off as a prediction based on scientific progress and the natural human proclivities towards sexual enhancement(s). Our initial idea was that amputees and the like could “grow” new limbs or organs to replace damaged ones in the same way that a cell, containing all the info needed for a person, changes into a foetus and then a human being. There must be something that stops human cells doing this as salamanders can grow new tails and the liver can regenerate when only a third is left. In the pub this soon degenerated into the words as they are and what would probably happen. The words are now becoming true as scientific fact, first as gene therapy and very soon now, as gene modifications and designer babies become commonplace, as a “natural” way to enhance the sex organs. After all, all men want bigger cocks and all women want bigger tits and smaller bums. It’s what we are..  However, it was a close run thing that the tune could’ve been based on Joan Crawford as we were quite fond of that track at the time as well.

Berlin

Live recording. I’m not sure if it’s an early one done at The Bridge, Newcastle or a later one there or somewhere else. I remember a tape getting accidentally erased so that some plans had to be revised and decent stuff had to be done again. I’m 100% sure that beer was involved…

It’s a very simple piece that demonstrates the kind of jamming that was done live within a basic structure that could go on for any amount of time. For live recordings, most of the studio equipment would go on stage with the tape decks being used in innovative ways, different to their normal studio usage.

One thing IS for sure though - Ian Curtis of Joyce Division would never have volunteered his services to sing with Crawling Chaos.  It was indeed Strangely Perfect wot done it, guv.

Sacks emptied shock!

In a recent communique from Davenport, he tells me that after bumping into Hippy Mick recently, he was informed by Mick that the Chrissie/sacks/emptying statement is now false. However, I shall retain the reference as it refers to his trip to Morocco (I think) with Chrissie many years ago and I like the expression. It always brings a smile. Strangely is wearing his white jacket. Davenport is far left. Hippy Mick is second left in this picture. There are no pictures of his sacks but this link shows where they might be.

There’s no order or sense to all this. It’s as it comes. All the music anecdotes are being moved to accompany the tracks as an entity, hopefully making a bit more sense. After that, this page will be repository of stupid things and remarkable feats - in other words, anecdotes, which will be added to over time.

Music:

Gigs & Happenings:

Location	Info
Strangely Perfect memory of the Leigh Festival.This is the text of a posting I made here.	Angst in East Lancs Wasteland This was the banner headline in NME I think for the gig at the Leigh Festival. Either that or Sounds and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t Sounds. Two things stick in my mind about the gig apart from it being freezing cold and there being no-one there. On the bus there were no toilets but there was lots of beer. So the empty tins were getting filled with piss (I think the bus only did one piss stop on the journey). Jeff had just filled one and Billy Connolly (Gordon) asked if he could have a drink because he was thirsty. So Jeff gave him the can and Gordon drank it remarking only, that it tasted warm The second thing is the fact that Crawling Chaos had a song called “Merry Christmas, Prince Charles” which Jeff and me wrote in my bedroom in 10 minutes and embellished over time. The song started with a long monologue from me backed by mournfull keyboard and guitar sounds and a few cymbal splashes. The gist of the “speech” was about a fictionalised personal meeting between Strangely Perfect and Prince Charles which I always made up on the spur of the moment. Leigh Festival had some toilets (I’d just been and they were to the right when viewed from the stage) and I fitted them into the monologue. An hour or so later, when we’d finished playing, this beautiful girl came up to me and started talking about the Prince Charles song (I thought I was in there as I naturally thought she was chatting me up…). She said “You know you mentioned the toilets where you saw Prince Charles?” “Yes?” I feverishly replied…. “Well can you tell me where they are ‘cos I’m bursting?” she deflatingly retorted with her question. Apart from that, we didn’t stay to see Joyce Division but we saw OMD and their spinny tape deck (we had one similarly but kept it out of sight)
Visit to Tony Wilson at Glossop: This is the text of a posting I made here	In this review of the 24 hour party people film, the author, Miranda Sawyer states So, the Tony Wilson of the film is constantly saying, ‘I’m a Cambridge graduate, you know,’ which the real-life Wilson doesn’t. ..er. That’s not quite true from my recollection , you know. Before “Sex Machine” was released by Factory we made a surprise visit to Wilson’s house in Glossop, (not the one in Palatine Road, Didsbury - that was another time when we got scowled at by everyone there except Erasmus and Wilson). Initially, Wilson wouldn’t let us in. But we knew he was in, by the car, smoke from chimney, etc. He popped his head through a chink in the curtains to see who was there, and when he saw it was a bunch of scruffs, let us in. It was a nice little cottage on the side of a hill and was a lovely sunny day. He told us “sorry… but I’m a bit worried after the Louis Edwards expose I’ve done on “World in Action” “. He presented/investigated for the show corruption in Manchester United and he thought the big boys were coming round to do him in. We got the picture from his end, this is someone’s view from Man U Trust. After that, we got chatting and smoking. He had a huge video collection with all the “So It Goes” tapes, which was nice. He was especially pleased to show us some old Tiswas stuff which he droned on about. During the stay, Jeff and him started comparing degrees e.g. “wot you get - oooh, a first! Where d’yu geddit - oooh Cambridge, oooh Newcastle” etc etc. At this juncture, some of the lads got bored and went to play in the fields. Me, the bleeze was too much and I passed into neverland. The point of all this; well he did go on about his degree and he was immensely proud of it.
Gosforth Hotel, Salters Road, Gosforth, Tyne & Wear	Site of early gigs on roster with The Noise Toys (TNT) etc. This is the pub where Chris Donald started his Viz mag.
The Russel Club, Mosside, Manchester	Site of the Gratton “joke”. JD didn’t play too bad. There were a lot of really scary black guys wearing floor length fur coats looking like they were packin’. I remember “Echo Beach” being played a lot between bands. When Crawling Chaos found that Joy Division weren’t going to drink their post gig pile of “Pils”, we stepped in and drank the lot. This was when Curtis came up to me and said: “Well, I’ve tried to speak to you lot, but I just can’t get on with you…” in a very gay way.. Curly Jhon gave him the ritual tirade of “Joyce! Joyce De Vision!” whence he walked off. Two weeks later he hung himself.
The Bridge Hotel, Newcastle	Site of first gig. Quite a bit was recorded here at various times e.g “Berlin”. First gig sucked Curly Jhon into into the fold. Doomage was really confident, so much so I was shocked by the looks on some audience faces. Strangely wore a home-made steel Viking helmet, borrowed from a biker bloke that lived in the flat below the Attic. He hung sanitory towels from the cheek pieces, dyed up to look used. It lasted two tunes as it was so fucking heavy; each time he tried to play keyboards it slipped over his face, bonked his nose and almost broke his neck with the weight of it. Last Exit played regularly there and thereabouts. One member was called Gordon Sumner.
Spectro Arts Workshop, Newcastle	Played a few times there. Nice and clean and white inside. This was the gig when Strangely realised that women didn’t hold all the sexual cards. As was normal at the time, Strangely would get his kit off down to his old man long johns. Whilst prancing around he became aware that all the women in the audience weren’t listening to the music, but just trying to get a glimpse of his willie if it popped out of the slot in the front (there were no fly buttons or other closure devices).
Guildhall, Newcastle	Played as part of a big “Rock Against Racism“/”Anti-Nazi League” event. Other bands included The Mekons and X-o-dus. The Crawling Chaos played and the next lot came on. After about 10 minutes, an infiltration of thuggish types charged through the crowd, poured onto the stage and backstage as well. Strangely was pushed backstage while trying to shut the doors and hid under a table. Dozens of police arrived. A burly copper replied to me when I answered his question with “It’s a rock against racism event. It’s supposed to be peaceful.”"That Peaceful!” It’s more like a bloody war zone here”. Fatso got hit on the head with a fire extinguisher although someone said they’d seen a speaker flying through the air in his direction. The legend continues. He got CIC money though.
Penmaenmawr, North Wales	Fuckin mushrooms and beer.On the way to play at a nurses home in Wales, the hire van broke down just north of Tebay (where the services are now, more or less). While waiting for a replacement, a field of magic mushrooms was espied. Everyone started collecting “for later” but most put one in the pocket, one in the gob. By the time the new van arrived everyone was spaced out, possibly ‘cos we woz threatened by a big guy with a shotgun at the old Tebay services . I have a lasting vision of Clinka strutting round lane one on the M6 with a cardboard guitar, getting nearly killed by the traffic.After stopping for (more) beer in Runcorn (luxury), we arrived at the nurses home, carried the gear up loads of stairs, set it all up and then went into a dark room for 12 hours without playing because we couldn’t see anything as there was too much spurious visual input.The next day we were still spaced out. I was shivering like mad in a crap seaside cafe thinking I was going to die. I think I took about 1000 magic mushrooms of the good firm snot-like variety, about a large handfull. It’s the only time I couldn’t tell if my eyes were open or closed, that night. A severe excess ? Fucking bad.
Durham	Crawling Chaos played a youth club in Durham and left the postering to other folks - fatal mistake, although they didn’t do anything we hadn’t done previously.However, the local burgers of that city haven’t quite forgiven the Viking pillagers from the North yet and so took offence at having various green GPO connector boxes, lamp-posts and walls plastered with our advertising (which included contact details!! (twit).In Wallsend, the local coppers paid a vist to Fatso and Harry and hauled them off to the nick where they gave their names as Doomage Khult and Errol Dynamic, amusing the desk sargeant greatly.He soon saw the ruse and we all ended up being charged, summonsed and then visited Durham Magistrates Court where I was told to stand up straight and take my hands from my pockets by the Clerk of the Court. The “Post Office Installations” figured many times in the charge sheets which were read out completely to each of us, to which we all pleaded guilty and were each fined £1 for each offence and £5 costs. That was £11. It seemed to take about an hour.So that was that then.
Hamilton Hotel, Whitley Bay, Tyne & Wear	This picture from this page shows a pic from an attic looking down South Parade. The Hamilton has changed names several times since Crawling Chaos got chucked out for being too loud.It was down on the left of South Parade heading towards the sea. The Rex Hotel is visible as the last hotel on the right before the sea. It’s still there.A gig was arranged and I organised a magician old school friend called Dave Brown to do a spot in between our two sets. Unfortunately, the owner woman found the music too loud and offensive (she should have guessed by our name, doh!) and called the police as we refused to stop playing until we were paid. A big burly sergeant turned up with a bit of backup ‘cos the place was pretty packed. I put on my diplomatic hat and arranged for us to finish with a couple of quiet numbers, then the magician to do his spot, and then we’d get paid and go. I remember Doomage and Fatso getting pretty fired up for an argument. We must’ve looked like good punk-bad punk to her, poor red-lip-sticked woman. The big old sergeant asked her if this was okay, in a reasonable voice, she aquiesed, and the agreed events passed by.So that’s what happened. Extra info here.

like getting locked up in Ashington nick because of the chalk and cheese
brothers….

like the chalk and cheese incident later on the same night with the van door
dropping onto a copper’s foot in Tynemouth….

like the pissed up gig at the Rock Garden in Covent Garden….

like the gig at the Moonlight Club that led to the ridiculous slagging off by Adam Sweeting (can he play anything at all?)….

like the fight at the Manchester’s Electric Circus as a clash of personalities erupted between guitarists (no beer spilt tho’)….

like the Manchester tour where at one gig Fatso forgot his drums so we just miked up beer trays and mats for him…

like the fight at the Electric Ballroom, London when Macky got walloped by one of The Monochrome Set . “And quite right too” - said Holly in a recent email to me (2 Dec 2007).

Crawling Chaos Pictures and Graphics (and others)

certain quantum effects occur in all the galleries - it’s the nature of reality.

Pits Studio

Pictures from The Pits Studio

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Miscellaneous

Odds and Sods and Randomness

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Live

gigs, inside and out, then and now, etc

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Travelling

Assorted highs and lows of travelling for gigs and things

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Overwork Effects

The strange things that happen when too much is taken on...

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Other

other random stuff

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Crawling Chaos & Foetus Products Personnel, Helpers & Liggers, including those on Parallel Projects and Others Mentioned in the Text.

* Nothin’ - Nothin’

** TEK - Thee Earnest Kakas

Crawling Chaos History: Myths passing as Truth, revealed

Origins

The Crawling Chaos started in Ashington, Northumberland in the UK by two young men, soon to be Doomage Khult and Strangely Perfect who met at the local school, sharing an interest in astronomy, music, gloomy science and horror fantasy novels and science itself.

Doomage acquired a BSc Physics Hons (First Class) whereas Strangely, in one of his habitual depressions jacked his university physics course in to work and get money.

Skills in music and electronics coupled with the punk explosion in 1976 led them commit to the creation of a proper band together. Early 78 saw them setting up studio equipment and developing techniques, writing compositions but without a clear idea of personnel requirements. A reasonably clear idea of styles and attitudes was in place. At this time, other school aquaintances were keen but not really good enough to be partners. The name was chosen around then because it sounded good, it was a partial homage to H P Lovecraft and the Cthulhu Mythos he’d created and also Strangely had not managed to read it all the way through even after several attempts because he was usually too drunk to finish it. It also stood out from band names of the time and sounded dangerous and gloomy. This was the start of THE CRAWLING CHAOS although the definite article was usually dropped. The Crawling Chaos was supposed to be an actual creature of nightmares.

Mutual friends led them to end up dossing on the floor of Eddie Fenn after a drunken night at a Lurkers gig in Whitley Bay. The Attic Studios were quickly established in Fatso’s flat which included knocking a huge great fuck-off hole through from one room to the next. The mutual friend (Jim from Durrim), appears as the title but not the subject of the song “Wee Jimmy”.

Attic Studios

A recording and live performance band followed with a core of Errol Dynamic on (Keith’s) drums until they were nicked, Doomage Khult on guitar, Strangely Perfect on keyboards and vocals. Engineering, mixage and production were handled by Strangely and Doomage. Two bass players joined and left in rapid succession, Steve Smooth and Dave Cook.

The first gig was at the Bridge Hotel in Newcastle, near the Keep. On the first floor inside the bay window. (The picture was taken by Strangely in 2002). At this time the band were gigging at least twice a week in places such as The Gosforth Hotel upstairs with Arthur 2-Stroke’s mob, The Noise Toys, or Spectro Art Workshop down Pilgrim Street, Newcastle.

The “sound” changed during this period due to the demands of gigging from the original avante-garde free-flowing jams to include more tightly worked new wave pieces. The “sets” very often were created on an ad hoc basis dependant on the audience and how the band were feeling at the time. Numbers would be shouted out and with a few quick nods they’d be played. Sometime it’d be “JAM” and off we’d go.

Many of the coterie of helpers and followers of Crawling Chaos appeared at this time. It was (and still is) an unwritten policy for Crawling Chaos and their ilk to annoy as many people as possible. It is part of the pitmatic test. Survivors of the ordeal ended up as mates. Everyone was free to do their own thing. The only penalty would be ridicule if you did something daft.

The Nothin’ Connection

Following an advert in the Newcastle Evening Chronicle for a bass player, with the tag line “we are sick of straight jerks jacking it in”, Holly joined the ensemble. He and some school friends from Seaton Deleval, Paul Shields, Guzzle and Fen (Michael Fenwick) had a band called Nothin’ performing Holly’s music and co-written lyrics from Shieldsy. The Nothin’ connection would continue, some tunes becoming part of The Crawling Chaos’s repertoire and the bands (and other connections) performing on the same bills.

Introduction to Factory

Strangely Perfect played grass hockey for a team called Northumbria (now re-named|). One co-player was the newsreader from the local commercial TV station, Tyne-Tees TV (soon to start the influential show,”The Tube“). His name was Rod Griffith. It turns out that he is source for the Chris Donald character, Roger Melly, the man on the telly.

Crawling Chaos had organised a show at the Rex Hotel in Whitley Bay. Strangely Perfect asked Rod, semi-tongue-in-cheek, if he’d like to buy some tickets for himself and his TV chums. Bizarrely, about a dozen straight-looking TV types turned up, where they witnessed the normal show including Strangely stripping to his long-johns, Doomage alternately sneering at and showing off to everyone and Errol sweating a lot. After the show, one particular guy said he really liked the performance, to phone his mate and say that he, Tony Bulley, thought we were good and that his mate, Tony Wilson should give us a listen as he’d just started a record company called Factory Records. Strangely remembered Bulley was the director on the infamous Sex Pistols/Grundy live interview (I nearly always read the credits! ^reference), and also Wilson from his earlier time in Wales which was in the Granada TV area.

And so it goes, as Tony Wilson’s excellent show on TV was called at the time…

Factory Records

Demos were sent to Factory. Twat Hannett took an immediate dislike to The Crawling Chaos possibly because he had no control over the band apart from exerting negative forces from afar. He exploded in the end.

Tony was impressed and decided that they’d want to see us so he said if we could get to Leigh for a open-air festival he’d organised, (he DID say all this, that’s what he was like), he’d put us on. So we did. (these previous links contain interesting info on the business practices of Factory/Tony that have also emerged in other areas - we should have guessed then…The comments by Chris Miller are especially salient). (see here also - added on 31/10/2007)

We filled a coach from Target with our fans and went to Leigh. I think we were on just before OMD. This was the day that Billy Connolly drank a beer can of Doomage piss (he’d used it as a toilet) on the coach journey, remarking that the beer tasted warm… The day was a typical absolutely freezing bank holiday, audience minimal but reaction good despite the conditions. The subsequent headline in a UK music paper was “Angst in East Lancs Wasteland” which was about right considering the situation on a disused dark grey pit heap (this is no criticism of the real organisers or the area; it’s just the way it was). Tony’s blagging did get us on though as there were a heap of bands that didn’t pass Mrs Miller’s selection process! I’ve posted an article here about a visit to Tony Wilson’s house in Glossop.

After much delay due to Arty-Farty Wilson and the other creative media types having control over the sleeve design the single “Sex Machine” was released. The control was such that a highly expensive metal embossing master was needed to pump out the cardboard. This was reputed to be £700 alone at 1980 prices. The first run sold out in less than a fortnight pushing the record close to the top of the indie chart despite the embossing being flattened out when the records were stacked up at the warehouse.
They were so cash-strapped that another batch couldn’t be made until they got some Joy Division money in. So the £700 master was a complete and utter waste and the fast sales and heightened demand could not be capitalised on so all momentum was lost. Apparently, the design was the second one they had in mind (this was FAC 27, even though the catalogue numbers are out of sequence). Fuck knows how much the first one would’ve cost (I assume they chose the cheap one). It’s ironic (or maybe just karma), that Factory was brought down by the album cover cost for a New Order thing in 1992.

At least Tony plugged away to get it out though. The hidden dark machinations of Rob Gretton maybe started about then. It was a Tony Wilson riposte to one of his previous wheedlings that produced the “joke” at the Russell Club…

During the long delay before record release, the distrust towards Factory started. Among the demos, was a politically motivated tune, penned by Strangely Perfect called “Mary Whitehouse” about the whiter than white whinger of the time by that name. This was written in 1977 while Strangely was working in a fibreglass factory in Welshpool, Powys.
The key guitar hook of the tune was identical to the Joy Division (who virtually co-habited with Factory at the time) guitar in the single “She’s Lost Control”. CC said JD had pinched it although now, since I’ve seen the time-lines, it looks like a case of parallel evolution.

Further mistrust followed when Factory “lost” some of the masters for the follow up LP; then the LP had to be re-mixed in an expensive Newcastle studio adding to costs which were taken into account when splitting the royalties as was normal Factory practice; then it was postponed; then it was finally put out on the graveyard Disque du Crepescule (twilight or semi-darkness in French) label (aka Factory Benelux). They fucked this up as well, changing the carefully crafted title of “Gas Chair Clown” to “The Gas Chair”. Wacky cover though.

Needless to say, the cash generated was piss-poor and all momentum to the band was lost due to back room machinations of key Factory personnel.

The Pits Studio

Errol Dynamic left to live in Manchester during this period but before “Gas Chair Clown” was released. Another contact with a local band called “Danger in Paradise” led to a mutual agreement to start Foetus Products in the basement of Anth’s flat in Tynemouth.

Rough booths were contructed and when finances permitted, another room was anechoically kitted out with loads of headache inducing thixofix glue keeping it together, lagged and double glazed drum/vocals booth and wired in mike and headphone circuits.

The studio was up to four-track tape by now at 15″ per second.with 2 track master at 30″ per second.

This period saw the recording of lots of material which would appear later on “Gas Chair Clown”, “Homunculus Equinox”, “The Big C” and “The Last Pose” LPs as well as “The Blonde Etheopian” EP featuring lots of tracks by the old “Nothin’” ensemble and performed mainly by those members.

The “Gas Chair Clown” was released on the Factory Benelux offshoot. It contained material recorded at the Pits and at the Attic. The wacky cover was by The Belgian artist, Denyse Willem, who has done loads of stuff in a similar vein. I like it. When some royalties came in, all the members of Foetus Products (and a few liggers) had a celebration meal cooked on a Anth Chester’s manky old gas stove. It was roast chicken. It was “The First Foetus Feast”! And jolly nice it was too.

Only the EP and “Homunculus Equinox” were released by Foetus Products during “The Pits” occupation. “The Last Pose” was produced mainly by Anth Chester as a vehicle for some of his tunes from DIP days and newer stuff (no Crawling Chaos connection). It was released after Crawling Chaos had left the premises, dividing equipment and severing Anth from any Foetus Products business.
Anth Chester never played live with Crawling Chaos. He guested on a few tracks; he was also part of a short-lived joint project (more joint than project) called “Maxine and the Lurchers“; he organised (well his brother organised) a gig in hippy Wales; - that’s all. He managed to acquire some original master tapes - which is the output re-issued on CD by the LTM label.  He has illegally released the CD music as download under his copyright.  By this means it’s my opinion that in his own mind he hopes to finally become one of the “band” and whatever accumulated glory attained will forever reflect from his baldy tonsure. The reality is somewhat different though. He did not contact me regarding the CD production or royalties for these issues or anything since 1985, save to complain later to me about mentioning these facts on these and other web pages. The door to The Pits never opens when I’ve knocked though the lights are on. I am told to phone when I’m in the area but am turned down just before arriving. The email, in this digitally connected age, “doesn’t work”. What am I to think? What would you think?

Bebside Hall Studio

Following the general decline in relations and then fall-out with Anth Chester, premises were obtained in a wing of Bebside Hall, Northumberland. (To be strictly accurate, although the address was 1 Bebside Hall, it was actually part of the outbuildings for the Old Hall, long demolished). A certain local notoriety had evolved when a postcard arrived from local Newcastle band Freak Elektrik (Lorna and Ian, along with Moyly and George) addressed simply to “The Noisy House, Bebside“. At this time Strangely used the previous occupant’s phone until it got disconnected to have a personal competition to beat the longest phone call to a random person. The longest was 1h 10m to some geeza in New York.

During this period all the later output was recorded and the last vinyl material published for public consumption. This was “The Big C” and “Waqqaz” (although various other compilations were published by the remaining and alternate members this was the last vinyl output). “The Big C” contained material recorded at the Pits and Bebside Hall. The output was much more professional than previous relying on new tighter scripts rather than reworked old recordings and edits of jam sessions for avant-garde effect. Crawling Chaos continued to confound the critics.

His excessive lifestyle led Strangely Perfect to believe that he had to stop the life he was leading, at least until his head cleared as it was killing him. He did, went to France for six months with his future wife working casually (although he always felt that his work with Crawling Chaos was unfinished).

For five years Crawling Chaos continued with varying levels of activity and membership around a core of Doomage and Holly. This later period is still poorly documented. Live shows in Europe and elsewhere continued and a video was produced. The release of creative work in tape format, similar to the previous “shouting at dozy twats” and Homunculus Equinox but in compilation form, continued, mainly through EE Tapes. Tuva was one of the nom de chanson at this time but Crawling Chaos had a very floating membership at this time. Other local bands used the studios and mentions and recordings can sometimes be found on the net.

“Waqqaz” was the last album containing Strangely’s contributions. It took a lot of effort to produce, and we all really believe it is contains works of creativity that the world will recognize eventually. He is very proud of Crawling Chaos and is honoured to have worked with all of the different members of the band.

Later Info

Doomage has communicated twice to Strangely since those times expressing his feelings completely here.

Holly met a (not quite) mad woman, continuing to live at Bebside until the landlord kicked him oot. After a period working in Holland, he returned to the North-East of England and continues to play and entertain, with the (not quite) mad woman as The Symptoms. Strangely and Holly have been in good contact since July 2007 and Holly has been a good source for archival material and correcting errors therein.

Clinka passed into the oblivion he yearned, and if it’s Carlsberg induced, it’s probably the finest oblivion in the world. He sobers up occasionally under the disguise of a music tutor.

Errol Dynamic probably won’t speak to anyone again, especially Doomage. He’s happy with his own stuff and has been in Coronation Street.

Haircut hung himself, which was really weird but predictable as his mental state endured progressive decline.

Strangely Perfect started landscape gardening but stopped that when it became too dangerous, then ran a delivery business and news agency with his wife, got his Class One HGV and is now a blue-sky I.T. tool designer. The company speak is dreadful but the actual work is creative, producing real value for people.

And to enlarge on a previous mention, A Chester acquired a few master tapes and released two CDs on LTM without the express permission of ALL members of Crawling Chaos (certainly not Strangely Perfect), and typically, there are several versions of the genesis of them. To compound the felony he also appropriated the two tracks from the original Factory single, FAC17,  and two tracks from his DIP days and has FALSELY attributed the DIP tracks to Crawling Chaos as well as claiming copyright to the CDs.   Technical note: these releases were mainly derived from vinyl, digitally cleaned up, which explains their compressed waveforms.

Work is currently in progress for the release of the complete Crawling Chaos catalogue, both previously released and unheard.

- Strangely Perfect.