Beachy Head

Throbbing Gristle's mission isn't quite terminated. From all accounts their gig at the Astoria was disappointingly good (and doesn't Gen look fab now? like a dipsomaniac aunt on Boxing Day) and now I'm more desperate than ever to get a ticket for their take on the Camber Sands experience. To welcome the guys back here's a link to a bunch of MP3s that form part of a weird re-mix project apparently inspired by TGs Beachy Head song (from 20 Jazz Funk Greats, I think). Also here's an MP3 from Scanner's website which of an TG mix intended to be played at the cancelled RE:TG.

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Throbbing Gristle might have been responsible for thousands of crap imitators and they may have inadvertently invented a genre of music that let the humourless emotional cripples of the world a chance to seap through, but you can't blame them for that. They remain one of the most influential bands of all time; perhaps cited more than actually listened to but nevertheless a source of influence that stretches right the way through modern music, from Merzbow to Rachel Stevens (great new single by the way, available at FluxBlog ) and back again. Buy all their albums and bathe in the swing from Tesco to serial killing, burn victims to marmalade, girlish rhymes to ear-splitting noise.