The patch pictured above recently fell out of an old A4
brown manila envelope that presumably once held a copy of Underneath The Rock,
and was a free gift provided to all Reptile House subscribers during the
halcyon “glasnost” days of the early 90s. At the time, Eldritch was in his most
political and most polemical phase, and my (unused, I am ashamed to admit)
patch’s recent rediscovery made me realise that this blog has not yet really
taken account of 50% of TSOM’s recorded output and arguably the part of which Eldritch
is the most proud, i.e. the lyrics. I have to confess that with the honourable
exception of the Buzzcocks (and to this day Pete Shelley’s paean to unrequited
love You Say You Don’t Love Me can bring a tear to my eye), all of the songs which
I loved at that time had earned their place in my affections as a result of the
musical content alone, and The Sisters were no exception to this rule.
I was always a sucker for a deep voice, a bit of high tempo
syncopated drumming, a descending bass line and a few power chords with the odd
minor inflection. Although within a few months of first stumbling across the
band I could repeat the words to every song TSOM had produced, I neither knew
nor cared what the lyrics were about. For sure, some of the earlier singles (Alice
or Anaconda for example) seemed to be third party cautionary tales, The Reptile
House EP added an anti-establishment political vibe, and the FALAA era completed
a shift to a more self-loathing first person narrative about drug dependency
and relationship break-up, but to be honest, having never read Eliot or dabbled
in poetry, at least 75% of Von’s lovingly crafted lyrics went right over my
undemanding head. I got by perfectly well with only a very little understanding
– for example, I have probably heard Floorshow more times than any other song in my
lifetime, but if it contains a message designed to elucidate the mystery of
life, I must confess that it still eludes me.
Inevitably, as the melodic and musical content of the band
seemed to decline, the lyrics took on even greater significance (or perhaps I
eventually reached some kind of maturity), and by the time VT was released at
the turn of the 90s, my song preferences on the album came to be defined almost
entirely by the quality of Eldritch’s prowess as a writer, and his eloquent
punnery began to gain wider admiration. Whole articles in UTR (which again
sadly, I did not fully understand) sought to demystify some of the imagery Von
employed, and even today new recruits to the Heartland Forum can swiftly be
divided by their response to the eternal question “You Could Be The One” - Yes
or No ?
Unlike many bands of the early 80’s, TSOM were not often to
be found playing at political benefits or expounding the merits of a particular
cause or campaign, so Von’s overt espousal of the anti-Nazi movement in the
early 90s was most welcome. Now where did I put that needle and thread…
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