Throbbing Gristle - Cryptic One Club
  Year :   1978
  Location :   England
  Worktype :   Performance
  Materials:   -
  Info :   London

  Work Details  
  A youth club under a church. A cramped cellar, lots of arches. The stage is 15 feet deep and six feet wide. Twenty at most of the audience can see it. A few more can see part of it. In a corner lager is being sold for 50 pence a can. The writing on the wall doesnt say a culture never falls to pieces, it just gives birth, but thats only cos I d forgotten my chalk. It was hot, crowded, murky, NOISY now and then, silent but mostly decadent. Minutes before nine, Genesis P.Orridge introduces (one by one, good lad) Throbbing Gristle, and himself as David Brooks. Bruce Forsyth has nearly finished, he mumbles, his voice treated and blotted. To-night is family evening. We usually play for about an hour. Genesis P.Orridge is the ultimate rock comedian. Throbbing Gristle s set was funny. A remote parody of a rock (or whatever) group seriously performing bleached, blank, carefully-composed junk. A remote parody of anyone from David Coverdale s White Snake to the Tom Robinson Band. Throbbing Gristle understand rock music s terrible tedium and the thin line between white noise and Thin Lizzy. T.G. used tapes, guitars, radios, tv s, voices, fingers, rings, a bass, eyes, intensity, a violin, stupidity, gullibility, electronics and stimulants to spew out a rotting, decaying noise. A seagull hiccoughing and amplified? The Stranglers backwards? As musical as Pere Ubu? Or Yes? No. Inevitably, when people improvise moments of repeated sound are attained (unlike a rock gig where the whole thing is stiflingly preplanned). Some parts of this T.G. would sound good on record. This doesn t mean that they succeeded or failed; just that they functioned. Orridge stiffly stalked the space between amps, instruments and walls, blindly strumming a bass, distorting and macho roles, teasing the sense of control, singing nonsense that could have meant something, sawing a violin, and shing a bright light on the dumfounded, wide-eyed audience. Their response was pride, fear or defiance. It was funny. I didn t laugh out loud. But I smirked.The ultimate poseur, I thought, is someone who dances to Throbbing Gristle. And Throbbing Gristle went on and on just like a rock group. Paul Morley, NME, 18 November 1978The full line up for the evening was: Throbbing Gristle Cabaret Voltaire Metabolist Robert Rental and The Normal The time of the Cryptic One gig was a very important time for all the industrial scene altogether. All the interested parties were there that night. People and groups that have since become infamous against the hard core underground scene. It was an electric night, very alive and thumping energy from wall to wall and from roof to well below ground. A great shift and a great surge forward happened that night.... Suffice it to say it was special in MANY many ways to all the people who attended - Cosey Accessed 7.12.06 from