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Woo! Strange Happenings at the Windmill and Other Tangential Rants-A Review

Madonnatron, Shame, Warmduscher, Fat White Family, Meatraffle, the Moonlandingz, Goat Girl, Sorry, Pregoblin, Insecure Men and, yes, Secure Men—they’re all there. Large as life and almost as loud. It’s a testament to his storytelling ability that Dave Thomson, author of Woo! Strange Happenings at the Windmill and Other Tangential Rants, a free-wheeling gonzo history of the last ten-plus years of south London’s fertile music scene, can conjure up such a diverse cast of characters. While the rest of the so-called civilized world suffers through a banal, auto-tuned repetition of vanilla pop, south London has been blessed with artists unafraid of criticism or cancellation and therefore transcendent. 

Thomson, who has been an initiate of London’s diverse music scenes since his twenties, hadn’t thought of writing a history of the south London scene in particular, until, as he says: “… after a drunken conversation with Alex Sebley of Pregoblin, during Madonnatron’s debut album launch party (held at the Windmill Brixton in 2017), in which he practically challenged me to write it down, to document it all in some way and capture some of the magic brewing. So, I had a go, the result of which is this book.”

Saul Adamczewski ( Fat White Family, Insecure Men) and Alex Sebley (Pregoblin.) Photograph by Lou Smith.

Written with a cutting perceptiveness akin to Hunter S. Thompson, and with Anthony Bourdain’s ability to nose out juicy metaphors and similes, Woo! is a satisfying read. Like that venerable punk bible, Please Kill Me, or Henry Rollins’ hallowed tome, Get in the Van, Woo! is equal parts how-to DIY guide and spiritual helpmeet for the souls of the moshers, the music-addled and the amp-deafened. It’s a balm of Gilead for feedback-starved formerly (ie, pre-Covid) avid gig-goers, interspersed with canny socio-political commentaries and run through with threads of events from the author’s personal life, including an all-too-familiar tale of friendship on the rocks.

Madonnatron and La Staunton. Photograph by Lou Smith.

Thomson, who owned and operated an alternative record store in northern Lincolnshire before moving to London aged 20, became a confirmed devotee of south London’s musical progeny upon seeing the Fat White Family play at the Electric Ballroom in 2014. As he describes, he was, “…instantly smitten and before long found myself drawn into the heart of this peculiar musical community. I soon realised something uniquely special was happening, but moreover, why it was happening – because unlike the Thatcher years, this time London was suffering too. People felt battered by austerity, exasperated by corruption and angered by gentrification – all of which gave everyone involved a sense of purpose and solidarity, the like of which I had not seen since moving to London all those years ago.”

From attending Madonnatron’s first album launch party (“like a witches’ choir in a Tim Burton movie,”) to Zsa Zsa Sapien’s of Meatraffle’s gold front teeth (“like he’s been punched in the mouth by Midas,”) to the origins of Fat White Family (“Barely noticed at first, like bacteria left to fester within a neglected Petri dish, something alien, unwholesome and seriously strange took form… Something very fucking special,”) Woo! is a series of candid snapshots of a unique place in time. To preserve a history is to perpetuate it; Woo! helps to cast the scene in amber.

Ben Romans-Hopcraft (Warmduscher.) Photograph by Anna Yorke.

At the heart of the book, is, of course, the legendary musicians’ haven known as the Windmill Brixton, described by Thomson as: “… a veritable microculture, a disparate melting pot of musicians, artists, poets, chancers, DJs, bloggers, blaggers, filmmakers, producers, youtubers, self-abusers, ‘oholics of all colours, all persuasions, it takes in the young, the old and every imaginable slice of humankind in between. No one is judged, all and everyone’s accepted, except, perhaps, anyone who turns out to be a cunt.” 

“…The role the Windmill plays in a band’s development is significant, for they are channeling something fantastically unique, an interstellar nursery for all manner of burgeoning talent or any nutter with a mad idea.” (Of course, in world of the Windmill, “sanity is so fucking relative…”) 

Saul Adamczewski and Ben Romans-Hopcraft. Photograph by Lou Smith.

Primarily written and edited during the onset of the pandemic, Woo! delves into many of the terrifying new variables that continue to affect our lives. It may be a book about the past, but it looks to the future, and what we’ll have to do to get there: “We are living through strange, febrile times…Truth and reason so far out of reach there’s nothing left to grab hold of, just a feeling in our bones that we’re at the end of something and the beginning of something else, yet unable to envisage precisely what.” 

You can order your very own copy of Woo! on Warmduscher’s Peasant Vitality website (linked here.) All UK proceeds will go directly to the Brixton Windmill. 

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Why We Love: PREGOBLIN

When being initiated into the solemn cult of PREGOBLIN devotees, there are a few house rules to memorize: the first is, PREGOBLIN must be written in all caps. If you’re any good at voice inflection, then speak it in all caps, too: it’s not that hard, and PREGOBLIN are a band that deserve special emphasis. 

Waiting for a new PREGOBLIN single is like waiting for Christmas, or summer holidays—when it finally arrives it brings hours, if not days, of pure unadulterated sonic bliss. I played their 2019 single Combustion sixty-five times in the space of a week once, and nary a complaint did my family voice. You know it’s a good song when you actually want it to be stuck in your head, and you know it’s a brilliant song when both your grandmother and your coolest friend request that it make frequent appearances on playlists.

2020 saw the release of two original PREGOBLIN compositions, Gangsters and Snakes and Oranges. Both singles were accompanied with highly imaginative videos that bear watching repeatedly for full understanding, but then you’ll want to watch them more than once anyway: they’re compellingly weird, unique amongst the deluge of over-edited pap usually served up. They’re original, well-crafted and tinged with a sly humor. 

PREGOBLIN are a duo composed of Alex Sebley and Jessica Winter. Sebley’s blonde, mild-mannered demeanor is the perfect foil for Winter’s dark glamour. Like chocolate and salt, they’re an unlikely yet ultimately delightful match. In a recent interview with Short Waves Radio, Sebley and Winter discussed the massive backlog of songs they’ve written together, which have yet to be recorded but will, hopefully in the near future, present themselves for our listening pleasure.

Fat White Family have dubbed them, “…the most under-appreciated songwriting partnership of our era…” I defy anyone to dispute this statement; it’s obvious judging solely from Combustion or Gangsters that PREGOBLIN deserve a couple of Grammys, several gold records and a few houses sprinkled among the world’s more desirable post codes. 

You can find them on Instagram at @pregoblintv, on Spotify under PREGOBLIN (all caps, there, too, huns) and on Bandcamp.