I was going to start this with the following:
If art is something more than than simply decorative, or a diversion we drape ourselves around before we’re off to Purgatory or Narnia or Swansea or where-ever the hell it is we’re all hurtling towards, then perhaps it exists to challenge convention, to interrogate perception in a manner akin to the mole-bashing machine at the county fair.
And try as I might, I can’t get over the sheer undergraduate pretension that sentence exudes; especially as it was an intro to a post all things KLF. The concept: Bill Drummond and Jimmy Cauty’s musical output, in all its various manifestations, is merely a pleasing sideshow when contrasted with the gravitas of their conceptual art. Blah blah blah.
(Cue long paragraphs defending the burning of a million quid on artistic (if not moral or socio-political) grounds. Paragraphs exalting japes with dead sheep, the joys of Drummond and Cauty wearing fake rhino horns and piss-stained pyjamas, erratically circling the stage in their electric wheelchairs as a chorus of sacked Liverpool dockers sing “Fuck the Millennium”. Etcetera).
It all seemed like a good idea at the time (the article that is, not the piss-stained jim-jams); not that you’d necessarily guess by reading any of this blog-confined stammer-fest, but I do try to spend time plotting out the content of all this, circling my own witty, evocative phrases until I’m thrilled at the sentence construction so much that I hit the laptop’s delete key with gusto.
So aye, I’m glad I haven’t published any of the above. If you haven’t already, you should read 45, Bill Drummond’s semi-autobiographical account – part memoir, part manifesto – of all the weird shit that goes on in his head. And if you need reminding of the sheer wit and invention their catalogue includes, or just fancy a boogie to “3am Eternal”, then it’s about time you headed over to the KLF Communications website, where amongst other pretty things they stream pretty much their entire back cat all over the internets, all gratis like.
I’m going for a lie down now.