MACC LADS TRACKLIST H-I
Git-Recording this, The
Beater was irate- no knobs he twiddled could give him his desired
'Evvy Metal Sitar'
sound. Nor did he like the studio being called "Porky's"
O'Peesha- Sometimes we started the set with this. At one gig,
a useless fat wobbily blubberheap had taped
my setlist to the monitor with a big piece of gaffer tape, obscuring
the first song.
the gig, those three played 'Head Kicked In'. I played 'Eh Up! Let's
I had my amp turned up so loud, I couldn't hear anyone else.
I might have
got away with it, except 'Head Kick' is much shorter.
Muttley- Its pronounced
'Foy'. She was from somewhere in Cornwall.
If it was Redruth, the
song would have been about jamrags.
Mard told me this story when he was pissed.
Mard- You fucking liar, it was Dread. He's never touched sweetcorn
Muttley- What's he eat now, then?
Mard- Red stripe and couscous I suppose.
Muttley- Couscous? What kind of chips are they?
Git- I am informed that
it is prudent to vacate the premises when a hen night looms.
the clubs I frequent bar entry to women - except for cleaners, of course.
Bald Eagle- This was not easy to record. I dragged in a selection
of girls to do the backing vocals
and 40 crates of 20/20. Everytime I pushed the 'record' button, they
all wanted to go to
the toilet. Who was there? Let me see,... Binbag, of course, Charlotte,
Julie, Joan of Arse, Lucy
Lastic and Harlot O'Hara. Some nasties turned up too: Maria Callous,
Diana Cross and
Florence Night in Gaol. ~If I had known it was going to be the last
thing the Lads ever
recorded, I'd have got hold of the Lice Girls, Moaning Lisa and the
Bet Lynch Mob.
Git-The only song to get
a pun out of 'Altrincham'. When the BBC did their Road to Wembley
following Altrincham FC, they used this track. In 50 years of pop history,
no one has
ever used the word 'Altrincham' before. I find that strange.
Stez- The first time we ever played this was at some gig in Manchester,
up the intro. Muttley got annoyed and battered him- right there on stage,
By the time I got out from behind me kit, Beater was curled up in a
taken the guitar off him. I took Beater to the bar, while Muttley did
on his own.
When he'd finished, he told us to come back and finish the set.
"Fuck off!" So Mutts had to finish the gig on his own, while us two
gobbed and chucked
bottles at him. Its miles better being in the crowd.