Everybody should listen to Dog Faced Hermans. My friend and fellow scribe Thom Dibdin, to whom I dedicate this post, knows this. We bonded over our shared love of the Edinburgh anarcho-post- punks.
I first saw them on FSD in 1986, a brilliant irreverent teatime programme on the BBC which had live performances. I was besotted. Shredding guitars, drums that sounded like they were being thrown down spiral staircases and the force of nature that is Marion Coutts, a small, impishly cute woman with seemingly endless reserves of energy, a great sense of style and a way with jazz trumpet and cowbell.
Their lyrics were sheer surrealist poetry: “enzymes do the protein march”, “I made a dress of silver wire in the Laura Ashley years”, “her tears were nearly Catholic”. But also they covered the Italian anti-fascist anthem Bella Ciao and had a strong sense of political savvy and melody.
Live Action is an anti- complacency march, a call for insurgents everywhere, resistance to the Tories and all consuming capitalism. Plus ca bloody change, kids.
Their humanity, energy and urgency was pretty much unparalleled in the 80s/90s, but for the likes of The Fall and Sonic Youth.I love and miss them terribly.