MACC LADS TRACKLIST H-I
HEAD KICKED IN 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. We started the gig, those three played 'Head Kicked In'. I played 'Eh Up! Let's Sup'. Of course 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.
HELEN OF FOWEY 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 since. Muttley- What's he eat now, then? Mard- Red stripe and couscous I suppose. Muttley- Couscous? What kind of chips are they?
HEN NIGHT Git- I am informed that it is prudent to vacate the premises when a hen night looms. However, 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.
I LOVE MACC Git-The only song to get a pun out of 'Altrincham'. When the BBC did their Road to Wembley series, 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, about 1983/4. Beater cocked up the intro. Muttley got annoyed and battered him- right there on stage, big scrap. By the time I got out from behind me kit, Beater was curled up in a ball, and Muttley had taken the guitar off him. I took Beater to the bar, while Muttley did the song on his own. When he'd finished, he told us to come back and finish the set. We shouted "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.
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