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Axemen - Three Virgins, Three Versions, Three Visions (1986)
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Early Swell Maps blues sessions? The Fall playing Kinks' songs but they don't
know the lyrics? There's no other album in the entire New
Zealand music so chaotic, so
brilliantly cacophonous and so totally denying any label, music style or genre, like this double album from the Axemen, released by Flying
Nun, in this great label's absolute peak, in
1986.
Flying Nun was so great because, for several
years, would release music
by any, and I mean any, band that Roger Shepherd, Chris Knox and Doug
Hood thought that had something interesting, no matter what musical
style it had. This concept produced some
of the best music of the 80s, not only because the three mentioned
above have an excellent taste, but also because, 20 years before that
period, there was something in New
Zealand's water, that caused the appearance of a
continuous series of very talented artists - the more obscure of them
can be heard
in the 3 volumes of Rarer Than Radium compilations here,
here
and here.
But even for Flying Nun "Three Virgins..." was
extreme and something that couldn't get under the "Flying Nun sound" no matter how we expand the term - and here is the proof: There's not a track from the Axemen in any
of the several compilations that the label released though the years.
Even in the non-exclusively Flying Nun based Rarer Than Radium series, I couldn't fit
them in.
So what is this all about? "Three
Virgins, Three Versions, Three Visions" is a double album, made by
three 20-years old Kiwis (Bob Brannigan, Steve McCabe, Stu Kawowski) with the help of their friends. In the 22
tracks of this album they managed to include every musical style under
the sun - from Mark Stewart's mumblings to good-time tunes, from blues
played with "big, huge pipe organ" to Krishna chants and from
post-punk saxophone-based tracks to muddy guitar noise. The recording
and production is totally (and deliberately) DIY and although the
mixing was made in two different studios, the singer's voice often
seems to come from a different room that the rest of the band.
I'd say that the Axemen did a Kinks-style, ironic comment on
music and life, passed it through Frank Zappa & Mothers lunacy
and they paint it with the punk/DIY colours of the early 80s. Sharp,
brilliant and full of references songs like "Chant Number Nine", "The
Yeasty Mayor" "Talk With God", the full-of-ideas playing and the nerve
to put out a 2LP set as their first release, prove once again that the
hormones of youth are magical things.
If you search for the Axemen in the web, you'd be surprised from the many videos of them you'll find - several of them in Stu Kawowski's Axemen page on myspace
Here is the first part of Axemen's story, as written by Steve McCabe (you can find the rest here - along with many releases (as a band or solo from the members) - I don't know if these have been ever actually released or are simply existing in Steve's archives).
A Brief
History of The Axemen - The Early Years. In The
Beginning (by Steve McCabe)
The Axemen began life as
a seething mass of algae in a cess-pool located at the back of a
disused factory somewhere in North Dunedin, New
Zealand.
The exact location of the cess-pool has
unfortunately been lost to the ravages of time, but the factory still
stands - a disused, vacant shell with little hope of being restored to
its former majesty.
Following a sudden meteor storm
in 1983, the Axemen rapidly evolved, developed fully functional hands
and ears (where before there had only been useless stumps) and
metamorphosed rapidly into one of the most radical, chaotic and
inspired rock bands of all time.
The exact details
are hazy now as I pen this tome from my Hotel room in Auckland, New
Zealand, June 1997, but as I recall...
Bob
[Brannigan] and myself were happily punting along the River Avon in
Christchurch, New Zealand in January, 1983 - I distinctly remember the
occasion as Bob was, for once, holding the punt-oar. The day was dreary
- grey, overcast and drizzling with a fine mist which settled gently
before condensing and trickling off the seven plastic beer flagons
placed [for ballast] in the centre of the bright red
punt.
From which direction the football came I do
not directly recall, but come it did - striking Bob squarely on the
forehead and causing him to swagger, try and get his balance back, then
topple over backwards (I often wonder how much worse it could have been
had he been standing at the time). Next thing you know, who should pop
around the corner hollering "Can I have my ball back, please?" but Mr
Stu Kawowski. I had not encountered this man before, but I can still
vividly recall the moment; the cheeky grin, the Joe 90 "milk bottle"
glasses (later to be replaced with the trademark John Lennon style
spectacles), the wind rustling through the shaggy tresses of his
russet-red hair.
Mopping the beads of sweat from his
furrowed brow, Bob lurched up, hoarsely shrieked "I'll give you your
****ing ball back allright and fair clocked him one with the
aforementioned orb. The tense situation now somewhat diffused, Kawowski
piped up, "Gizza ride in your punt, mate!". I can't quite recall
whether it was Bob or myself who replied "Step aboard, Matey!" but next
thing you know, there we were, the three of us, in the bright red punt,
cruising at a rate of knots that particular punt had not previously
thought itself capable of.
There was something about
the rhythm of Kawowski's deft strokes wit the punt-oar; something vital
and overwhelming about the way he pushed that punt to its very limits.
There was an unspoken, unfathomable feeling that this was perfection,
this was bliss, this was the way of the future - Brannigan, Kawowski
& McCabe - an untouchable, dynamic unit not to be messed
with.
After formally voicing what we all knew we
were feeling, that we should immediately form the most invincible and
solid rock combo ever known to man, the pact was sealed with a flagon
of beer apiece. The day ended with a solemn blood oath and a resolution
that we would have our first rehearsal the very next day, but in order
to maximise our potential, to 'potentise the blend', a pilgimage would
be required to the famous "Seedy Dive" boondocks area of Dunedin. This
area was well-known in the early eighties to have the highest ratio of
musicians and artists to the square mile of any region in the country.
Of course, the remnants of the thriving mime and clown scene from the
seventies still lived in the area, but we had the feeling that in the
searing Dunedin summer of '83, the Dive was going to be the place to
be. That year, Dunedin had the longest, hottest heatwave in recorded
history.
"Three Virgins, Three Versions, Three Visions" is hopelessly out-of-print (some tracks appeared in 1991's restrospective release "Peter Wang Pud"). I've scanned the cover and took the rest images from here
Don't let the unpolished, primitive recording hide the bright, multicoloured world of the Axemen.