#MAMMOTH CAVE SONG BUDDY DAVIS FREE#
Daltrey – long since relegated from manager to lackey to disgruntled heckler – carpet-bombs each and every concert with cries of “Get yer hair cut!”īy the time Buddy and his band, The Weaklings, sign with Rick Spangle of Mammoth Records, it is clear that the Ascent of the New has finally cast off the Bakelite shackles of post-War austerity and America’s cultural colonialism to break free into the sleek, digitised, and faceless future we all now enjoy. Buddy goes from stonewashed rags to mild riches while a supporting raft of errant soap stars rock to a Eurovision backbeat. The music-industry coming of age tale that follows is pitched somewhere between Rocky and Raining Stones a Saturday Night Fever for the Smash Hits set. The answers to which are found in purchasing an acid-yellow keytar, some PVC trousers and writing a clutch of piss-weak electro-yacht-rock no-nos.
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But when Terry is sent to jail for some Hamburglar-esque larceny, Buddy must ask himself some hard questions.
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He is armed only with an inexhaustible arsenal of Brylcreem, doo-wop and working class intransigence. A rockabilly relic desperately beating back strange computerised waves of change – symbolised here by a catalogue-bought Yamaha synthesiser. Very much Del Boy to Buddy’s Rodney, Terry is yesterday’s man. Representing the floundering, self-deluded Old Order is Buddy’s father Terry, played with puppyish incompetence by Roger Daltrey. Caught up in a holding pattern of arrested adolescence, he spends his days bombing around in shopping trolleys amid the grimy modernist concretia of downtown Slough with his best mate, Mookie – a little black hip-hop kid with a Brooklyn accent and ill-fitting Dallas Cowboys jacket who may or may not be a figment of Buddy’s imagination. Buddy is the young, disenfranchised face of New Europe. He is so blond, pale and wan that he looks like a working model of Nicholas Lyndhurst made entirely out of lolly sticks and yoghurt pots. Stalking through the wreckage is Buddy Clark (Chesney Hawkes). War, it appears, will make badly dressed corpses of us all. We were left to slouch around suddenly-dismal provincial town centres in Mr Byrite denims and iffy Top Gunn jackets bought down the market. We were no longer reborn in the arms of the USA, but were instead abandoned like spotty little teen-scream war-brides. MTV, McDonalds and Miami Vice had seduced us all, but with the end of Cold War hostilities and the death of the Evil Empire, America packed up and went home, leaving no more than a metaphorical pile of soiled dollar bills on Blighty’s dressing table. Throughout the ’80s, Britain had been in economic and cultural thrall to the US. Yet it is undoubtedly a cinematic problem child of those Cold War years. It is a keening synth-pop lament to the suburban ennui and generational terrorism of growing up young, gifted and pallid in the stifling Metroland of early-’90s Slough. The fall of the Berlin Wall might not immediately appear to have much bearing on director Claude Whatham’s 1991 film, Buddy’s Song. Trailers: The Nineteenth Hole, Quackpot, Roland in the Caves, Fifty Furious Fellows Cherrypick: “You don’t get much bigger than Mammoth Records!” Tagline: All it takes to make it is everything you’ve got.
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