Meaning of Primal Guitars
In his essay The Antithetical Sense of Primal Words,1
Sigmund Freud anticipated V.I. Volosinov's definition of the sign:
a material pivot whose very ambiguity allows dialogue to occur. Attempts
to fix semiotic systems in unambiguous correlation to single signifieds
(Heidegger, Pound) are in effect blocks to the linguistic process. Leon
Trotsky welcomed Freud's thesis as a blow against undialectical categories
(what he called the 'impermeable bulkheads of Anglo-Saxon thought').2
The perceived social ambiguity of the Avantgarde (its 'polysemanticity')
results from bringing the antithetical nature of signs to consciousness.3
Such semiotic materialism should not be confused with either political
disengagement or liberal collusion with an exploitative system.
Generalisations about the Avantgarde need to be contradictory to be true.4
Adornoite paradoxysm can however be tempered by examining a particular
case. In the third week of April, 1996, the 'Godfathers of Grunge',
Sonic Youth, played a three-night residency at The Forum, part of a European
tour to promote their Washing Machine album. Prior to this, guitarists
Lee Renaldo and Thurston Moore, dissatisfied with the repetitious labour
of precisely such work, had been dabbling with the Avantgarde. They'd
played instrumental freak-outs at New York's Knitting Factory, an activity
routinely condemned by DJs and record reviewers as 'self-indulgent'.
Since 'self-indulgence' is high on the list of virtues found
in yBa, this development seemed worth a closer look.
The antithetical moment actually arrived in the form of Sonic Youth's
support act on the final night: Descension, a combination of the 'noise
terrorist' guitar/drum duo Ascension and the 'jazz-players,'
Simon Fell (bass) and Charlie Wharf (soprano sax). Definitions need to
be hedged in quotes because what Descensioners play has not settled into
the known quantity that makes regular musical life such a tedious reflection
of undialectical Kantian categories. Once in the door, the 2,500-strong
sell-out crowd packed itself to the front, teen spirit insisting that
no-one relinquish their 'close-to-the-stage' spot, no matter
how ghastly the support band (or how urgent the need for a pee). The opening
band played predictably 'aggressive' folk-punk numbers and were
applauded politely. Descension's four members strolled onstage and
went straight into a thirty-minute wall of delirious post-Coltrane Noise.
I heard Duke Ellington's overarching pulse in their visceral propulsion,
but this was a minority reaction.
Cans and plastic cups rained on the musicians throughout. Guitarist Stefan
Jaworzyn especially enraged the trapped Youthies, who began aiming drinks
at him, creating a dangerous pool around his leads. A roadie risked electrocution
to lift a socket-board onto a towel. Drummer Tony Irving identified someone
who'd hit him with a plastic beaker. He came out out from behind his kit
and drummed on her head with his sticks. She insisted on clambering up
onto the stage; the crowd roared. Some roadies were raised from torpor
and a brief struggle ensued. Leaflets showered down from the balconies.
The conflictive caterwaul of Free Jazz laced the altercation of the crowd
into an epic Gordian knot of convulsive sonics.
Having only witnessed these musicians in small venues (Disobey Upstairs
at the Garage, a cräche in Walthamstow and a horrible gymnasium in
Leeds), I was taken aback by the detail and gory complexity of the sounds.
With their amplifications free to move in an Odeon-sized air-space, Descension
developed a garish grandeur. They were total negative/utopian rock'n'roll.
Everyone was upset. Even better, everyone made something different of
why: no two identifications of style or genre tally. Something happened,
but none of us knew quite what. We'd changed. The chrome rabbit of
Modern Art had been pulled from the rock-rigmarole wig-hat. Descension's
music had become a material pivot for discourse.
In the intermission Thurston bounded up to Descension's dressing-room:
"Gee! Is that was the Pistols were like?" Having had the fortune
to see both, I can only pronounce that Descension were, if anything, better.
At the Royal Links Pavilion in Cromer in 1977, the Pistols were great,
but they were a supreme rock machine (those who maintain that Cook/Jones
'couldn't play' are deaf). As McLaren perceived, the Pistols
meant more when banned and imagined, than in the flesh. With Descension,
positive noise could embrace the paradoxes of denial and erupt stinky
black mushrooms of speculation. After this wipe-out, Sonic Youth couldn't
but sound fey, their adherence to song structures ridiculously cute and
conformist. The formal calculation - artistic and economic - necessary
for a record-promoting tour was perfectly symbolised by the party-time
polka-dots of their computer-assisted lightshow: the pop-art prettiness
of a late Lichtenstein print. Their much-heralded ten-minute guitar freak-out
exposed them as cerebral celibates, too New Wave to indulge Jaworzyn's
appalling motor-rev straight-to-the-loins innuendo.
Free Improvisation is the ongoing, practical training-ground that enabled
Descension to strip bare the pop charade. But the event also depended
on a conjuncture of ambitions: Ascension's rock dreams and Sonic Youth's
art perversity. Shot out of the pub-upstairs ghetto of Improvisation,
where form chases itself in circles, deprived of social content, the event
had the 'utopian broadcast' quality of a performance by Coltrane
or Hendrix. Deprived of the media forces that could identify with this
shock (no NME reviewer with the wit to report it), it remains an ambiguous
curse, an underground rumour.
Sonic Youth showed that the 'end of the avantgarde' - the
belief that artistic developments can no longer turn antithetical to the
commodity system that produced them - is a consoling fantasy peddled
by professors.5 As politically inspirational
as The KLF's sheep at the Brit Awards, Descension's music - material
movement of air molecules - proved that the generic distinctions between
rock (Hendrix/Pistols), jazz (Coltrane) and classical (Varäse) are
products of class niche-marketing rather than divisions intrinsic to musical
form. All the 'category defying' promises (every one broken)
of the South Bank brochures were suddenly enacted in real social space:
one where psyches are capable of change.
Neither the commodified protest of Rage Against the Machine nor the status-flattering
metropolitanism of Ambient, Descension went nude down the star-system
staircase and delivered an immanent critique of rebel-rock 'extremism':
antithetical dissension in the Temple of Grunge (even their name proved
polysemantic). Free Improvisation woke up to its own outrage, its sedimented
content exploding into shrapnel; pop's spectacle of indulgence was
interrupted by a social exhibition of the self's own wants. The sonic
potential was handed to the attendees to do with what they can - and
what they will.
1. Sigmund Freud, 1910, Collected Papers, vol iv, London: Hogarth
Press, 1957, pp. 184-191.
2. Leon Trotsky, Trotsky's Notebooks, 1933-1935, translated Philip Pomper,
New York: Columbia University Press, 1986, p. 89.
3. V.N. Volosinov, Marxism & the Philosophy of Language, 1929, translated
Ladislav Matejka and I.R. Titunik, Cambridge: Harvard University Press,
1986, p. 80.
4. A complaint from some brain-dead Kantians at a recent conference (Discipline,
October Gallery, London WC1, Saturday 30 November 1996) was that a definition
of the Avantgarde as something both produced by capitalism and antagonistic
to it was `contradictory'; we can only reply, with Marx: `If, therefore,
such expressions ... appear contradictory, this is only because they bring
to the surface a contradiction immanent in capitalist production.', Karl
Marx, Capital, 1867, translated D. Moore and E. Aveling, New York: The
Modern Library, 1906, p. 238.
5. For unconscious attestation of the Kantian nature of both commercial
pop and its academic crumb-suckers, see Simon Frith, Performing Rites,
Oxford: OUP, p. 152.
6. Fredric Jameson, Postmodernism, or, The Logic of Late Capitalism, London:
Verso, 1991, p. 121.