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My life with Swamptrash
22 Jun 2006, 10:05
Back in the late 80s/early 90s, my musical world revolved mainly around gloriously theatrical flour-abusers Fields of the Nephilim - a perfect complement to the bleak brownness of the north of Scotland where I grew up. While I was walking around in my long coat and scarecrow hat, on my radar appeared another band which was particularly popular amongst my friends - it was called Swamptrash. At the time I thought they were just a local band; I didn't even know what kind of music they played.
Fast forward about a year, I'm sitting in someone's rusty Mini Metro in Whithorn, southwest Scotland - where you can stand on the burnt stumps of The Wicker Man's legs, trivia fans - and the tinny car stereo is playing an equally tinny but very fast psycho bluegrass version of Johnny Cash's Ring of Fire. It's fantastic and it's by Swamptrash. I instantly resolve to buy everything they've released when I get home. According to some guide to Scottish music I remember picking up, they have an album (It Makes No Never Mind) and an EP (Bone).
Except I can't bloody find anything, can I? It must be a band that doesn't exist. The only two good record shops in Scotland at this time are One Up in Aberdeen (100 miles away) and Fopp in Edinburgh (which may as well be on Mars) - no hope of me going to either of them on my bike. Instead, I went to university in Bournemouth, which was free of both bluegrass and floury goths, but full of crusty prog fans and fey types timidly waiting for the advent of shoegaze. The unlikely twin attack of Slowdive and Ozric Tentacles soon made me forget about Swamptrash.
Until about a year later when I found a vinyl copy of It Makes No Never Mind in a record shop in Poole, next to a fish stall. I've never ever seen another copy of it, but any time I get asked for my top 10 albums (argh!) it's straight in there - a great frantic Deliverance swamp stomp of an album.
From there I went backwards to the backwoods moonshine-and-hammocks banjo (because I love the banjo) folk of Roscoe Holcomb, Dock Boggs, Bascom Lamar Lunsford and Flatt & Scruggs, then forwards to the more contemporary American gothic folk of 16 Horsepower and Slim Cessna's Auto Club.
Now, looking at last.fm's records for Swamptrash, they have 4(!) listeners, including myself. It's very strange that a band which has become a household name for me also appears to be one of the most obscure bands on the planet.
Fast forward about a year, I'm sitting in someone's rusty Mini Metro in Whithorn, southwest Scotland - where you can stand on the burnt stumps of The Wicker Man's legs, trivia fans - and the tinny car stereo is playing an equally tinny but very fast psycho bluegrass version of Johnny Cash's Ring of Fire. It's fantastic and it's by Swamptrash. I instantly resolve to buy everything they've released when I get home. According to some guide to Scottish music I remember picking up, they have an album (It Makes No Never Mind) and an EP (Bone).
Except I can't bloody find anything, can I? It must be a band that doesn't exist. The only two good record shops in Scotland at this time are One Up in Aberdeen (100 miles away) and Fopp in Edinburgh (which may as well be on Mars) - no hope of me going to either of them on my bike. Instead, I went to university in Bournemouth, which was free of both bluegrass and floury goths, but full of crusty prog fans and fey types timidly waiting for the advent of shoegaze. The unlikely twin attack of Slowdive and Ozric Tentacles soon made me forget about Swamptrash.
Until about a year later when I found a vinyl copy of It Makes No Never Mind in a record shop in Poole, next to a fish stall. I've never ever seen another copy of it, but any time I get asked for my top 10 albums (argh!) it's straight in there - a great frantic Deliverance swamp stomp of an album.
From there I went backwards to the backwoods moonshine-and-hammocks banjo (because I love the banjo) folk of Roscoe Holcomb, Dock Boggs, Bascom Lamar Lunsford and Flatt & Scruggs, then forwards to the more contemporary American gothic folk of 16 Horsepower and Slim Cessna's Auto Club.
Now, looking at last.fm's records for Swamptrash, they have 4(!) listeners, including myself. It's very strange that a band which has become a household name for me also appears to be one of the most obscure bands on the planet.





