Showing posts with label Vivian Stanshall. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Vivian Stanshall. Show all posts

Saturday, 4 April 2020

Vivian Stanshall - " The Rawlinson End Peel Sessions (1975-1991)" (Bootleg)


Not had enough of the saga of Rawlinson end yet? Well here's another three and three quater hours of this lysergic aristocratic soap opera.There's a refreshing lack of political correctness,plenty of references to 'Jungle Bunnies' and 'sambo',made(especially in the film version one noticed),historically correctly I may add, by Sir Henry.Like a hybrid of 'Downton Abbey' and 'Love Thy Neighbour'* on Blue Sunshine.
I love the casual anti-semetism of 'Christmas at Rawlinson End part one' otherwise entitled "Cannabalism at the Syna-gogo...or 'you can have your Kike and eat it". Which is as 'English as Tuppence'.
If broadcast today Vivian's classic work would have been redacted into obilvion. Like I think most of Enid Blytons work has been.We can't forget that these attitudes existed,and revise the history of the British Empire,even though it is now generally portrayed as an evil exercise in conquest,murder and theft.
Sir Henry at Rawlinson end, although a surreal comedy in essence,more accurately portrays the character of pre-war England than any history book.For me,this,contrarily speaking,is a piece of classic,but funny, Non-Fiction,like the Bible is a classic piece of hilariously unlikely Fiction.
And don't forget no-one was more exploited by the British Empire and its class system than the English themselves.Like Germans under the Nazi Regime.
The biggest crime of the British,French and German Empires was sending millions of innocent English, Germans and French to certain death in the, so-called, 'Great War'!..to defend the gentlemens honor of the opposing empires,and protect the vast riches of the top 0.25%.An un acknowledged and unpunished Genocide.
But you've gotta laugh ain't cha? There's also a great charm about English life, that is also greatly evident in this fantastic, endless monologue.It does make one nostalgic for the olden daze,while at the same time glad you didn't live in them. 

Sorry to associate this superior work of english literature, worthy of P.G.Woodhouse himself, with grubby racism issues,but i gotta write about something ain't I....if you want a more straight forward analysis,google it......after all I have been labelled as a 'Racist' so i better not disappoint the clueless finger pointers that plague progress.Maybe Covid will do for them...please!

(*)a controversial British,allegedly 'Racist' TV sit-com that is now banned...but not on YouTube I may add. As far as i'm concerned, as unfunny as it is, its an accurate recreation of real life in 1975,and brought these issues out in the open.All the black actors in it agree...there were millions of 'Eddies' in the seventies...now they exist only in their handfulls.There will be nay-sayers of course, but it has changed enormously since then...although there are some who want to keep it alive on both sides of the racial tightrope.


Tracklist:

1-5  Aunt Florrie Remembers (27/10/75)
6-9 Christmas At Rawlinson End (22+23+24+26/12/1975)
10-13 An Absence Of Whelks (6/4/77)
14  Spades, Balls and Sausage Trees (23/05/77)
15  The Roads To Unreason (19/12/77)
16  The Hapless Hubert (The Fall Of Felt Hats)(05/04/78)
17  Cabbage Looking In Mufti (25/07/78)
18  Gooseflesh Steps (24/12/79)
19  The crackpot at the end of the rainbow (18/04/88)
20  The Eating at Rawlinson End (23/11/88)
21  Cackling Gas Capers (aka The Thing at Rawlinson End)(21/09/91)

DOWNLOAD the crackpot from the end of the rainbow HERE!

Friday, 3 April 2020

Vivian Stanshall ‎– "Sir Henry At Rawlinson End" (Charisma ‎– CAS 1139) 1978


After the terribly annoying 'Ginger John', here we have a rather more eloquent and erudite 'Ginger Geezer',as he called himself, Vivian Stanshall.
No, Vivian wasn't Posh,unlike some of his bandmates in the Bonzo Dog Doo Dah Band....amazingly. I could have sworn he was from the same future leader factories as Peter Gabriel,Boris Johnson and Joe Strummer, but no; he was a cockney from the deepest east end of London. His father forced the children to speak with the plummy accent that we know him for today. Joe Strummer did it the other way round to get acceptance;gone was Joe's well spoken northern somerset public school bully-boy accent,and he became a cockney,overnight...only to let it slip later in life to become a well-spoken chap again. He wasn't the only one to do this in the Punk Rock years. If you listen to the transformation of Sid Vicious's accent from rather well spoken,as captured on the film of the Thames Boat jubillee incident, to the east landan scumbag that we know and love today.
Incredible how the need to 'Better' yourself, takes such divergent paths innit?
This explains Viv's enduring friendship with Keith Moon and Ringo. Three working class oiks playing at being  posh chaps, as I must say, a pastime I have a tendancy to enjoy myself ,rather too much!
Actually, this obsession with playing a camp version of one of the knights of the realm,often dressed up as Nazi's, was a rather spiffingly subversive direction leading to the eventual downfall of the landed classes,who stole their wealth centuries ago.One has to say, that I prefer the old money bastards to the Nouveau Riche cunts who now own everything,and are far worse than the hereditary classes,who had become relatively harmless. I of course, talk of bloated turds such as Philip Greene and Richard Branson,and their despicable Ilk...who now want taxpayers money to bale the fuckers out,after making their staff redundant and stealing their pensions. I live in hope that this mini apocalypse we are experiencing now (the co-vid pandemic thing) can genuinely lead to a new world order.and as Terry Waite Sez..."a great leveller." Year Zero cometh.
Although rather Pythonesque, its a really entertaining and frequently funny saga about a drunken Aristocrat trying to exorcise the ghost of his brother Humbert who accidently killed in a drunken duck-shooting incident whilst escaping trouserless from an illicit tryst. Let's not forget his butler, 'Scrotum, the wrinkled retainer'.
Basically this is Downton Abbey on LSD.

Tracklist:

A1 Aunt Florries' Waltz
A2 Interlewd
A3 Wheelbarrow
A4 Socks
A5 The Rub
A6 Nice 'N' Tidy
A7 Pigs 'Ere Purse
B1 6/8 Hoodoo
B2 Smeeton
B3 Fool & Bladder
B4 Endroar
B5 Junglebunny
B6 The Beasht Inshide
B7 Rawlinson & Maynards
B8 Papadumb