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Showing posts with label Acid house. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Acid house. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

"The Beat is the Law", Sheffield, not Pulp

The Beat is the Law: Fanfare for the Common People


The extraordinary Beefeater In-Edit, the local music documentary Festival, teamed again with the San Miguel Primavera Sound, offering a highly recommendable offer of rockumentaries as another complementary activity prior to the days at the Parc of Fòrum. And in principle, the movie programmed on Monday couldn't be more engaging: a film, premiere in Barcelona, about Pulp's story? Count me in.
But unfortunately, that wasn't the case. It might be very bad advertising, or perhaps, intentionally, a way to make it more attractive for bigger audiences, but "The Beat is the Law" is not about Pulp, is about Sheffield music scene, from the 80s to middle 90's.
Director Eve Wood starts the documentary tracing a quite ambitious, for a music film, overview of how it was living in the 80s in Sheffield, not precisely the friendliest city in the world. Unemployment and few hopes for youth clashing with the Margaret Thatcher totalitarian regime, explained by the opinions of Sheffield musicians and people related with the music industry/business of the city.

Right. Among the people interviewed you'll find Pulp members Russell Senior, Candida Doyle, Nick Banks and Jarvis Cocker. And of course, you'll be hearing part of their story as a band struggling to survive, virtually not existing while the city deals with a social agony provoked by the governmental policies and then against a vibrant music scene that exclude them, until the circunstances/luck/opportunity change so much they will become the forefront of the britpop movement in the middle 90s. But this is just part of the film.

"The Beat is the Law" is also the (partial) story of Richard Hawley, of the Longpigs, of Chakk, of Rob Gordon and the Warp label, of Clock DVA, of acid house, dance and the club culture. With all that material and the cooperation of so many artists the film could have been amazing. But there's no balance on it. After almost an hour of documentary devoted to politics and the evolution of a music scene in Sheffield during the 80s, giving a lot of the film length to dance and house growing movement, Pulp reappears, almost out of the blue, for a homecoming gig. And then they headline Glastonbury in front of 80.000 people? Wood also allows the Longpigs to explain how they failed in a moment when they seemed capable of "making it" too. But again it fells so short compared with the previous hour of film. There's no real analysis of what/how/why britpop exploded. And after Glasto's performance, the film abruptly ends. So you cannot say this documents Pulp's career.

Overall, "The Beat is the Law" gives you a quite blurred image of these times. Its lack of definition and scope gives the spectactor an undefined picture, with social and historical remarks, artists and band members (some very relevant, some barely known outside UK) sharing their view on the city and music evolution. Many are interesting and engaging, but cannot help the sense it fails as a whole, as a cohesive music documentary.
SCORE: 5,5/10

Thursday, November 3, 2011

"They Call It Acid", house music & the right to party

They Call It Acid- A Dance Music Documentary
In-Edit Beefeater Festival 2011, chapter IV

The last film at the music documentary Festival (on a cinema without air-conditioning that became a sauna) was, unexpectedly, a fine ending of four days of music documentaries for us. Unexpectedly because of the interest and quality of the movie itself, very remarkable considering I kind of hate house/dance music myself, and because after two films on folk music and the Newport Festival, "They Call It Acid" closes the "circle" on a high note.

Director Gordon Mason (who devoted over 10 years to the project, totally self-financed) takes a fantastic challenge: explain what was the acid house culture, from their origin, its cenit, and its downfall (or at least struggle against authorities). From being born as an underground movement to collapse the centre of London with the demand of "the right to party". And it does with a smile. The yellow, famous smile that became the most recognisable icon associated with acid house.

The film offers almost all explanations about this peculiar movement. Names (Paul Oakenfold, Carl Cox among many others), places, dynamics, evolutions, influences... inviting us to a trip that includes Chicago, Detroit, NY, grows in the Balearic Islands and gets full form in England. For the fans of this electronic music style, the documentary must be unique. For the "non-believers" is intriguing and very curious. Particularly absorbing is how an initial style of music, hedonistic and let's say it, completely empty (in what refers to lyrics, message, etc) develops into a countercultural, anti-establishment movement. Its quite amazing if we compare with the Newport Festival, 30 years before acid house. Folk music, with the people seated while they listen carefully the meaningful lyrics of the artist, who exposes his/her serious tribulations on mankind, war, rights of the people, became the soundtrack of a committed generation. But three decades after, a music that can only be danced (better with  drugs) achieves the same results. Noel Gallagher, also interviewed on the documentary nails it: "Acid House is thanks to Margaret Thatcher, she fucked England so much there was nothing else to do". Unbeatable historical and social comment.

But I wrote before "They Call It Acid" almost provides all the explanations. Almost, because misses a big one. The drug thing. Except the police/politics, everyone in the film talks about the peace, the community, the great vibes, and how the little pill made people connect with each other... That's great, we can believe that.. but there's zero mention to addiction, drug abuse and violence associated to house. Even more, there's no questioning at all of the quality of a music style that must be enjoyed under the effects of a drug. That's being partial, and harms the credibility of the film, missing the chance of having two potentially engaging debates. Aligned with that, there's also little blame on the commercialization of the acid house by the people who saw a lot of money could be earned from that, making the movement huge, for good and bad.

That made me feel a bit frustrated with the film at the end. It could have been a masterpiece, a detailed and very dynamic documentary, but the lack of willing to explore its obvious contradictions takes away some of its value. Anyway, a very remarkable work.

SCORE: 7/10