THE FALL Announce 'Live at St. Helens Technical College, ’81' Vinyl LP - Listen to 'Rowche Rumble'

THE FALL Announce 'Live at St. Helens Technical College, ’81' Vinyl LP - Listen to 'Rowche Rumble' 1
Photo Cred: Bruce Crawford

The Fall Announce Live Vinyl-Exclusive LP - 'Live at St. Helens Technical College, ’81'. It’s out on Castle Face Records exclusively on vinyl (12” and a 7” in a gatefold jacket, including a digital download) on February 19th.

On the LP, Marc Riley of The Fall says: I stumbled upon the link to the recording of the St Helens Technical College gig on Twitter. I started to listen and recognised it as one of the better sound-board recordings I’d ever heard. Knowing John (Dwyer - of Osees and Castleface Records) was into The Fall I sent him the link just for him to enjoy.

He got back and said it was one of the best live Fall sets he’d ever heard and asked if we were cool with him releasing it. So I contacted Steve and Paul Hanley…. then Paul got in touch with Craig Scanlan - and within the space of a week, we’d given Castleface the ‘OK' from four of the five Fall members on the recording. The fifth, of course, is Mark E Smith, who is no longer with us. I believe (from a mate who is armed with a functioning memory and was there on the night) the gig was poorly attended. So much so that the Promoter attempted to pull our fee…which resulted in him being pushed to the floor by our manager Kay Carrol. Sounds about right.

Listen to 'Rowche Rumble' - BELOW:

Giving the context of this specific The Fall show in the Manchester scene, lead singer of The Hamsters Ian "Moet" Moss says:

The Fall was my favourite group and my friends also which placed me in the position of being able to travel with them to gigs occasionally, they played in unusual venues which I liked, I recall watching them perform a gut-wrenching brilliant set in a Bolton Gymnasium, but the show at St Helen's would prove to be the most memorable.

It was a college show, and the performance space was a small theatre used for students dramatic productions of ' Waiting for Godot' or ' Hamlet ', There was a nice sized stage facing tilted seating for around 250 people, perhaps half the seats were taken when the lights dimmed, and The Fall at their mightiest stepped out onto the stage and produced an exhilarating racket and anti showbiz performance that was a privilege to witness, this was par for the course, the wider world wasn't fully aware, but this band were alchemists, and they distilled their influences into something precious and rare, I was stood with manager Kay Carrol.

The gig had been good, and she was content, but she was definitely not a person to offend, her anger was a frightening thing to face, At this point, the college ' social secretary' and de facto promoter appeared in a chunky jumper, jumbo cord trousers and hush puppy shoes and through wispy facial hair attempted to explain to Kay that because the attendance hadn't matched expectations, The Fall would have to settle for a reduced fee, the poor innocent had no idea who he was addressing or the trouble he was in, Kay set her eyes on him and then struck, ' who the fuck do you think you're talking to cock ? " she hissed " I'm not discussing this, go and get me the money we agreed now" and with that gave him a mighty push sending him tumbling backwards over the seats, he picked himself up, collected what was left of his pride and scurried away to find the cash.

The band appeared, and we lingered for drinks before loading the van and setting off for home down the motorway, Having proceeded only a few miles we found ourselves pulled over onto the hard shoulder by the Police, our driver ' Duncan ' was breathalysed and found to be over the legal limit, he was taken away and we were transported to a motorway service station, stranded driverless, we nursed overpriced cups of coffee and blinked in the harsh neon glare of the cafeteria through tired eyes waiting to see if Duncan would duly be returned to us, impatience and Ill humour characterised our mood over the next few hours not helped by the arrival of a buoyant and bouncy ' Gene October 'and " Chelsea ' in transit from a fabulous gig in Liverpool we were informed, ' do please fuck off ' I remember thinking, it was the final straw.

Mark and Kay had had enough of waiting, Taxis were summoned wiping out the takings from the gig, and we headed homeward, weary, bleary-eyed and hungover, As an east Manchester resident it was prudent for me to lodge the night on the sofa of the Hanley families south Manchester residence, a few hours later after a very welcome hearty breakfast and an hour's Saturday morning TV I was off to seek out further weekend fun.

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Cover Cred: Bruce Crawford

Live at St. Helens Technical College, ’81

  1. Blob ’59
  2. Prole Art Threat
  3. Jawbone and the Air Rifle
  4. Middle Mass
  5. Rowche Rumble
  6. An Older Lover
  7. City Hobgoblins
  8. Leave the Capitol
  9. The NWRA
  10. Gramme Friday
  11. Fit and Working Again
  12. Muzorewi’s Daughter
  13. Slates, Slags, Etc

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