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 ORIGINAL COPY   

The THIRD album by  ...AND THE NATIVE HIPSTERS


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MP3 versions of SOME tracks below

Friends of the Earth


No Pussy Blues

Long Distance
Running

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...another painting by Blatt 
which features on the cover.
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...a photo of the Hipsters from 1982
( taken by Andrew Muggleton )
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William working on the new album

Arts Desk review 09/05/12

A juicy treat for fans of the extremely bizarre by Thomas H Green

One of my formative musical experiences, small but important, was tuning into John Peel’s late night Radio 1 show, early in the Eighties, and hearing …and the Native Hipsters’ “There Goes Concorde Again”. It was, quite simply, the weirdest “pop music” I’d ever heard – lo-fi, abstract and deranged, most of it consisting of a female voice, sounding funny-farm pie-eyed, repeatedly announcing, “Ooh look, there goes Concorde again”. It had a whiff of actual madness and, setting aside Guardian-style agonising over pop revelling in mental illness, to my junior self this was thrilling. It was also, in some very, very odd way, hugely listenable, and still is.

In the Eighties …and the Native Hipsters only released a few EPs, then vamoosed, but since 2001, a couple of albums featuring new and old material have appeared. This third volume sees emphasis on the new. The band are
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The album cover is a painting by Blatt

Ad Hoc Review

…And The Native Hipsters have been mining a musical vein as curious and abstruse as their ass-backward band name since their inception in the late '70s. Long a point of adored obsession or consternation in their native Britain, where John Peel terrorized an unsuspecting nation of pop fans with their deliriously recursive and unhinged sounding paen to obsessive subjectivity, There Goes Concorde Again, the duo of William Wilding and Nanette "Blatt" Greenblatt have continued to persevere against the fickle whims of public taste, despite all odds.

As evidenced by the track at hand, culled from their new CD "Original Copy", the muse that they've followed is singular enough that some 33 years later, their effortless melange of droll off-hand gestures and unexpected sophistication still exists on an idiomatic island that's solely their own. On Long Distance Running, they're joined by none other than production mega-legend Tony Visconti (Bowie, T. Rex, Gentle Giant), whose presence is a telling testament to the extent of their hold on Britain's imagination via Peel's campaign, whipping up a rich lather of arch-ironic, acid rock guitar masturbation as Blatt spills her proprietary blend of sing-song sprechtstimme and cheerful non sequiturs. (via Mutant Sounds)





William Wilding – who occasionally pops up at festivals as vinyl-smashing cabaret lunatic Woody Bop Muddy – and visual artist Nanette “Blatt” Greenblatt. Original Copy, happily, is business as usual, which is to say, it’s not usual in any sense.With an Ivor Cutler-esque sense of the surreal, tinted with the deadpan absurdism of I Ludicrous, they can be funny as on “A Drink With The Girls”, a Mike Leigh-meets-Luis Buñuel dating duet, but more often they’re simply fascinatingly strange, Blatt’s faintly Northern tones ruminating on whether to run off with a dog that buys ecological washing powder, and suchlike. The music is equally offbeat, running the gamut from caustic free jazz to Bontempi cheese in a single song, but also containing enough melody to boost the likes of ecological parable “Goodbye To Everything”. There is an unlikely cover of Grinderman’s “No Pussy Blues” featuring, of all people, David Bowie producer Tony Visconti on a recorder solo.
Original Copy is the polar opposite of predictable.
You never know what’s going to happen next - surely a small sign of greatness?
Business as usual - which is to say, it’s not usual in any sense