History
Judge: "...We (Max and Judge) were both keen on free improvised
music, not rock, but free jazz, but we found that free jazz people were
incredibly humourless, grey and dull. So we started FART. This is what
we did: I played percussion, but wooden percussion only. I had a
drumkit made entirely of wood, a wooden bass-drum, wooden
tom-toms, lots of wooden xylophones, everything, blocks of wood with
hammers and saws, whole instruments made out of rulers on great
sounding-boxes, and all with contact mikes stuck on them. Max played
an old electric Hohner piano with all the guts taken out and various sorts
of things stuck in it, through a whole series of fuzz boxes and wah-wah
pedals. The third band member was a 'sound co-ordinator' and his job
was to record everything on an old domestic tape recorder, on a tape
loop. Now, Max and I would play free, improvising and we'd be
recorded for tree minutes. Then automatically, at the end of that tree
minutes, it would get played back over loudspeakers. We would play
along with that, making different sounds, and that would be recorded on
a different tape-loop. Then both of these tape-loops would be played
back automatically, and then we'd improvise again, so there'd be six of
us. So all our pieces were exactly nine minutes long...
...We dressed up as scientists. We had long white laboratory coats with
slide-rules and clipboards and it was very funny. I'd play a saw,
miked-up, sawing a block of wood, and Max'd be bouncing beach balls
on top of his piano, and all that kind of stuff. It was a good thing to do and
the music sounded great; it was wonderful!
...We played at the International Carnival of Experimental Sound in
1972. ...We did not tell the organizers that we'd hired space-suits
(laughter) and we appeared at the back of the stage in these huge silver
suits, with a Geiger counter making clicking noises, testing the stage for
radiation, before announcing our concert, and explaining that protective
clothing was optional, but that members of the public were warned that
our music was mildly radioactive. At which point, we were grabbed by
Security who didn't know who we were, and carried screaming and
kicking from the Roundhouse in front of five thousand odd. It was great
publicity!
... Another time, Max promoted a Free Music event, quite a good
concert, and hired in all the best of the free musicians, but of course
featuring us as well. They were not pleased. They were not amused at
all. Because of course, a lot of them are superb musicians, absolutely
superb, and we weren't superb, we were just lunatics... Our finest hour
however was when we played at Ronnie Scott's club, the proper
downstairs jazz part of the club. So we couldn't have been that bad, I
suppose."
(Pilgrims no. 16)
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