24 Sep 2006
A man, for some reason, known as moist 
Hello everybody. I'll be posting news for the next couple of weeks whilst John and Amy jet off to the deep south. I won't be doing any of the html stuff over that side of the site----->
but I will be responsible for the blog and the moderation (though I prefer the term 'extremity') of the message board, so keep the discussions flowing. If anybody has any interesting news, please use the contact form which is being redirected to my e-mither account.
I'm intending revisiting a few old Factory ghosts during my tenure as editor to see what they are up to nowadays, but first up will be a few words about the low jinx at yesterday's Cohesion festival.
Hola!

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Biting Tongues

In the grey days of late 1970s post-punk Manchester, youth culture was a serious affair: every musical performance was measured mostly by the conviction of its delivery. The term 'New Wave' opened up free vistas where acquired skills could once again be exercised after punk's monochrome blur. It could be applied to anything from a James 'Blood' Ulmer record to the latest Throbbing Gristle release, Magazine to Swell Maps. Move outside that terrain into Sun Ra, Parliament, Frank Sinatra and Martin Denny, and your options were suddenly without limit...

Then came Tony Wilson's Factory Club (at the Russell Club in Hulme) offering an open invitation to experiment that was taken up when Ken Hollings, Howard Walmsley, Eddie Sherwood and a few others decided to make some noise to accompany their 16mm silent epic Biting Tongues. A further performance followed a few weeks later, when Colin Seddon and Graham Massey disbanded their Post Natals project and joined up. The film itself, a flashing series of negative images, became a memory; the name remained.

- extract from the LTM Biting Tongues biography

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