Obscured by Clouds
(Mojo - July 1998)
The Lunatics are on the
grass...Massive Attack and the new psychedelia
A herbal fragrance floats over the Vale of Avalon. A heartbeat throb echoes round the canyons of inner space. Lo, English psychedelia has returned to earth. Robert Chapman meets the mystery men at the forefront of the new trip.
"Me and Angelo, our
guitarist, sot stuck in a cave in Padstow," says
Robert '3D' Del Naja, talking about one particularly eventful sojourn in Cornwall
to complete the new album. "We'd done a long walk and tried to make it
into this cave before the tide came in. The water went to the back of the cave
and suddenly it didn't empty again, but came back in higher. For one second
I looked at Angelo and thought, This will make the third page of the Bristol
Evening Post: 'Men Die In Caving Tragedy.' I thought, This is what life comes
down to: one silly mistake in a cave, miles awav from your comforts and your
home. There's a warm studio round the corner, everyone sitting in front of the
Pro-Tools with tea and coffee and here we are arsing about in a cave.
Somehow, this image of impending doom seems all too appropriate.
By now the pained circumstances
behind the making of Massive Attack's "difficult" third album, Mezzanine
are public knowledge. It almost split the band, and although a fragile peace
holds as they tour the album round the globe, they still do their interview's
separately. Thankfullv, there is an all-pervading good vibe on the tour bus.
It permeates everything from the technical crew to the musicians with whom Massive
augment their live show. A more relaxed, unpretentious bunch you couldn't wish
to be around. What some people perceive as miserabilism seems to be based on
little more than the Fact that they don't smile for photos or act like arseholes
on aeroplanes. They do, however, get extremely animated when the tour manager
prints off an itinerary of forthcoming World Cup matches. Band members and crew
eagerly peruse the fixtures, working out how to squeeze in viewing between soundcheck
and performance, or precisely how many hours they've got to get twatted in Osaka
between the end of the show and that 3am Jamaica v Croatia kick-on. Half the
band head for the gym or the pool as soon as they've checked into a hotel, and
contrary to rumour they're an abstinent lot on the whole. Not Grant "Daddy
G' Marshall, though, who has a little welcoming present rolled as I'm whisked
off to his room the moment I arrive at their Vienna hotel.
"If we weren't touring we might have all gone our own separate ways by now," he says from his permanently recumbent posture, stretched to his full six-foot-six extent on the sofa. "There's a lot of ego in this band and we can all be fiercely independent people but there's units on the road, which is a good feeling compared with the feelings we had for each other at the time we were making the album." Tlouring has obviously refocused and revitalised them. You only have to watch the stage show to see that. Eight dates into their European tour when I catch up with them, they are a flawless, finely honed live unit. "We tried to tour Blue Lines but doing what we'd done as The Wild Bunch, which was bollocks really," says G, referring to earlier attempts to take Massive on the road. "It was too rigid. We were going backwards instead of going forward. It's more organic now."
It certainly is. After the madness of Naples, then Rome, where 1,500 locked-out punters rushed the doors, Vienna is a bit more sedate. It's mostly indie kids; appreciative but cool seems to be the consensus. Munich Coliseum the following night is another matter. Hip hop nodders, sexy swayers and mad moshers united. The audience weren't bad either. Some critics, locked into that mindset which dictates that you have to have four people on-stage all night doing the same thing, are confused by the sprawling collectivity of it all. Vetran reggae singer Horace Andy takes the mic for the opening number. Daddy G, 3D and Mushroom (Andrew Vowles) don't come on until the second number. Then they go off again. And on and off again, all night. If anything Horace is the star attraction, singing like an angel on-stage, limbering and birdy-hopping in the w ings even when he's not performing.
When I arrive Horace is not in the best of moods. He's lent his London flat to a friend with nowhere to stay. Said "friend' has repaid the favour by running up an £800 phone bill. But by the evening Horace is suitably chilled. I congratulate him on the best version of Man Next Door I've ever heard. "The band only knew the Dennis Brown version," he tells me. "I'm singing them the John Holt version."
"Horace is great," says 3D, "really open-minded. It's difficult for him in a sense because he's got such a massive history and there's people who respect him in London and Jamaica who could be asking, "What happened to your reggae roots, Horace? He's not worried about what people think of him even though he's had people dissing him for it. He's prepared to experiment with the rest of us."
The rest of the band cook up a maelstrom too. Angelo Bruschini, the source ol[Mezzanine's awesome guitar layers, now drives the dynamics on stage, segueing between the trancey percussion of Karmacoma and the still joyous Hymn of the Big Wheel without breaking stride. "Minimal moments and phenomenal moments," as 3D calls them. Deborah Miller wears the Shara Nelson mantle with aplomb, sending the regulation shivers down the spine during Unfinished Sympathy as if she's been doing it all her life.
And then there's Mushroom, seated at the centre, the switchdoctor, conducting from his twin decks, feet splayed, expressionless gaze fixed on the audience like he's channelsurfing in front of the telly at home. "I don't really enjoy touring," he says, despite looking so assured on stage. "It's nice to go out there and interact with the fans, but I don't enjoy the other aspects. The bus seems comfy but it gets a bit stinky and dirty" And for the non-drinking, non-smoking Mush there's the added inconvenience right now of trying to live on a vegan diet in the land of a diousand winning ways with a sausage.
Leafing through the recent
press coverage I'm puzzled bv a comment in The Daily Telegraph's review which
asserts that in Bristol "punk challenged reggae's predominance in the late
'70s". It's a cultural topography which neither Daddy G nor this former
Bristol resident recognise. City centre clubs were a reggae-free, black face-free
one back then. If you wanted to find reggae in late '70s Bristol your best bet
was the Saturday disco at the Docklands Settlement community centre in City
Road where you might just hear of a blues party going on later. "Which
is where we got our inspiration for The Wild Bunch sound system," says
G, "but it was all quite segregated then. We could only do parties in St.
Paul's at first, but come the '80s it became a more open city. The Dug-Out Club
was the half way house that was as far into Bristol as black kids would
go. And white kids then started coming down to St. Paul's. "But not so
much now," he adds darkly. "It's all imploded on itself again."
Why? I ask lazily, naively, monged from the rocket fuel wrapped in Rizia that
he's offered me. G looks up from the depths of his comfy sofa. "Crack.
And that's not a race thing. Crack creates soft targets." It becomes clear
that crack is creating as dangerous a legacy as heroin did in Harlem in the
1930s, and with the same devastating social consequences.
This sense of realpolitik seeps through into Massive Attack's music and lyrics, arguably into their entire outlook.
All the band members cite Bristol's legacy' of racism to me at some point. For all its unifying potential, even The Dug-Out Club suffered. The odd fight outside was enough to get it closed and a determined council veto every time it reapplied for its licence. As in most towns, of course, this was nothing compared with what used to ferment in the trainee Nazi taxi queues every Saturday night. 3D remembers making a regular detour round the fringes of the city centre to avoid a potential pasting. This writer's chief memories of venturing up to the youth club at Barton Hill estate in 1977 to see Siouxsie And The Banshees or Adam And The Ants (for 50p!) are of the ever-present menace and the fact that it all kicked off on a regular basis. "What do you thnk it was like for me?" savs G.
"I was never down with punk," says Mushroom when I relay the same tale to him. Growing up in St. George, midway between St. PauPs and Barton Hill, punk has a whole other resonance for Mushroom: more Oi! and Ain't No Black In The Union Jack than Agitprop and Rock Against Racism. "Punks and psychobillies and skinheads were pretty much the same thing to me," he says. And in such statements you get a sense that the roots of the rift that developed in the band during the making of Mezzanine were as much ideological as aesthetic.
3D reels off for me a typical
dysfunctional youth's CV. Couldn't get into art school, kicked out of sixth
form, did Thatcher's Youth Opportunities Programme, got community service for
painting on walls. "But not tagging," he emphasises. "Writing
your name on a wall anywhere you can, without any artistic intent, seemed pointless
to me. Some kids slagged me off for moving away from the traditional spray paint
thing and onto canvas. I was like, look mate, been there, done that. I'd spend
four or five hours in front of a brick wall painting all night and all these
fuckers do is turn up with a marker pen and tag over everv available surface."
He met Goldie around this time and formed an art project called The Transatlantic Federation. "Although all we ever did was this exhibition in Birmingham," he laughs. "We had business cards and everything." Always hustling for his spot back then, trying to blag a niche. It's a collective sense of quest you get from all three of them when they talk about their formative years. "Mind you, I tried doing some paintings for the new album sleeve," 3D adds, "but they were bollocks. I'd put no groundwork into it. No preparation. I went into my workshop over Christmas but it was freezing cold. The paints were iced up and I had to wear gloves. Pure misery. Breathing in aerosol fumes when I should have been having a glass of Bailey's under the Christmas tree."
3D is the band's motormouth. He talks in rapid staccato bursts, but he is frequently the most self-deprecating of the three, even sending himself up when he talks about his punk epiphany "It was the teen angst thing wasn't it? Running away from home for three days. Staying overnight in me mate's squat when I had a bed to go home to round the corner. Turning up with a packed lunch. I've always had this terrible mix of bravado and fear which gets me in trouble all the time. I was a bit of a rebel without a clue then. Nights I spent up in my room with Still Little Fingers and Clash records shouting at the wall. Nothing meant anything. With hip hop and The Wild Bunch we were old enough to know better. Putting on the parties and jams was mad, but even that was a bit sycophantic at first, watching Wild Style and checking the moves in Buffalo Girls, and there was a bit of objection from some of the older musicians at first that we were fucking the live scene up. But after a while Bristol's hybrid identity came through."
"Bristol was always on the verge of explosion says G, "and it should have happened before Massive Attack. There was always that potential. You had all the London kids like Andrea (Oliver) and Neneh (Cherry) coming down, so Bristol became like an extension of London W10/W11, 120 miles away. All of us in the band come from the same stem, but we've all branched out. We all tried to have a common goal at the beginning but it was always coming from different satellite points. It's only the fact that we were getting on well on the first two albums that it seemed like it was coming from one thing. But with this album we didn't get on at all well in the studio. More of the tracks were individually motivated."
As sonic explorers, as music obsessives, there are as many things that unite Massive Attack as divide them, but they do clearly have their differences as individuals. Certain aspects of their personalities gel, some don't. This can of course make for creativity heaven. It can also be hell. Some of these tensions obviously resolve themselves in the making of Massive Attack's music (perhaps such tensions are integral to the creative dynamics of the band). Other conflicts clearly remain unresolved. They have many imitators but there's no other English band quite like them. "Nick from anything and make a nice little collage. The Tarantino method," G expounds. "But you still have to have vision and imagination."
Not surprisingly he holds particular contempt for the trip-hop tag. "When vou hear some of the bollocks that has been made in the name of trip-hop you just want to move as far away from that as possible. It's just embarrassing." Adds 3D: "Some guy came up to us in Spain, and said I really loved your show but I think Morchecba are better. What can you say?"
It was 3D who was keen to push punk onto Massive Attack. "I was really keen to get in some of the New Wave stuff," he says. "I feel we'd really missed out on using that influence. Everybody working in Bristol now has some connection to that period. I remember fucking about with Lunatic Fringe, a punk band in Bristol, performing Anarchy In The UK in Sefton Park Youth Club where Roni Size was working. There's a core of that whole punk-reggae connection in Bristol. So for the first few weeks in the studio I was sampling Gang Of Four's Entertainment!, Wire's Chairs Missina, The Ruts, 999. Most of it wasn't working but it was a way of exorcising some demons."
Did the other members need convincing about the more spiky direction? "I needed some convincing myself at first," 3D replies. "There were times when I thought I was going right up my own arse and had lost the plot a bit." Turning to the tensions in the band, he says, "There was a period where it almost fell to bits. In Bristol we had all fallen out badly about what direction it should be going in and it really was looking likely that it wasn't going to happen. Going down to Cornwall in shifts, I might add made it work.
"But I'm never satisfied. There are three or four tracks on Mezzanine which are still flawed and they'll never be right. I find it so suqrising that we can be together and work together and someone says something and it can be the exact opposite of what you're thinking. Two days in the studio buried in torment and someone says, 'What this needs is this,' and it's the opposite end of the scale to what you think it needs. Mush says music to him is an escapist thing. I find it the opposite."
Deep is the word most people
use when they come into contact with Mushroom. Massive Attack's beat architect
emits a quiet intensity which is utterly disarmed by a soft West Country accent
that suggests a wide-eyed innocent. He's rarely anything of the kind. He is
scalpel-precise in his purpose and inquisitiveness.
His voice barely audible above the hotel lobby ambience, he tells me that he has brought just two CDs with him on tour: A Tribe Called Quest's Beats, Rhymes, And Love and Pink Eloyd's Dark Side The Moon. He evokes the same '70s/'80s time frame as frequently as the rest of the band, but for more tangential reasons. "We seem to have reached a saturation point now, but in the '70s and '80s people were really exploring new formats, whether it was electronics or in images. I look back on a lot of those albums and think, Wow. Things like Tubular Bells."
Now, I expected to be exploring several topics with Mushroom, but Mike Oldfield wasn't one of them. We chew the cud over everything from Morricone to the new hip hop underground, but Mush can seemingly extract the nutrients from the most unlikely sound sources. When he cites Tubular Bells he obviously isn't paying homage to some preserved-in-aspic rock tradition Manor Studio house-hippy makes Virgin boss rich but is hearing something fresh, something that, liberated from context, can still be worked with. Whisper it quietly, but this is the wav that music moves forward.
The surprise element in so many of their lineage equations is in many ways Massive Attack's greatest strength. And so we sit chatting about Oldfield, his exegesis trip and The Exorcist soundtrack. Seemingly aware of the apparent anachronism, and obviously wary of journalists, he stops a couple of times, needing reassurance that this isn't going to be a stitch-up. "Most interviewers roll up like there's this journalistic vending machine outside," he savs dismissively. "You put a couple of quid in and pull out a quote." I recommend Oldfield's Harvest Ridge to him and we move on. As for the Dark Side The Moon connection, I wrongly assume it's for its sampling potential. Dave Gilmour's bell tolling Stratocaster, perhaps? The incidental voices? The ambience? Wrong. "I wouldn't want to sample them," says Mushroom, seemingly unaware that anyone ever has. "To me they're hip hop, repetitive loops with a simple melody.
"We played in Cambridge," he continues, "and me and Mike, the keyboard player, walked to Grantchester Meadows. There were 70 or 80 students out there having barbecues and water-pistol fights and falling into the river. It was a bit perverse. You got the feeling that this was 'the other side'. All these people are going to become nuclear physicists or civil servants. All the future seeds of the empire, getting pissed and throwing beer around, and Dark Side Of The Moon is all about that. I'm not trying to dissect the album, I'm just trying to see the method in it."
Melankolic is both the name of Massive Attacks record label and a defining mood that underpins much of their work. 3D talks passionately about his Anglo-Italian roots, about the melancholy in the old Neapolitan love songs. "But they don't make you sad," he stresses. "People say our albums are dark and melancholic, but I say its like Radiohead's OK Computer. It's quite tragic in places but you don't leave the album feeling tragic. You feel enlightened. But even as a kid with Abbey Road or Roxy Music, I was always into the most melancholic tracks, like I Want You/She's So Heavy or In Every Dream Home A Heartache. Even with punk. Tlable Talk on Dirk Wears White Sox."
Talking with Mushroom I pursue a different take on the same subject. There's a vibe line that runs from the earliest, grittiest R&B to that yearning you can hear in Unfinished Sympathy. Even in the most burning disco track there's that aching emptiness, that feeling that at the end of a sweaty, hedonistic night you can still go home alone. "That's the soul," says Mushroom, and he isn't talking about mannered sock-it-to-me-isms. It runs deeper with Mushroom. Evervth ing does. He tells me about the problems they had when they sampled Our Day Will Come from Isaac Haves's To Re Continued for Exchange on the new album. "That was always one of the records I used to cut up with The Wild Bunch, so I had the label blacked out 'cos I didn't want biters to know what it was. We had to do a bit of research to see who the publisher was. Both the writers are dead now but the wife of one of them said we couldn't use it. Luckily I'd sampled a bit that Isaac Hayes had written into the outro."
Massive Attack have always looked outside the core trio for musical collaborations with kindred spirits, not just in old grooves but also in the flesh. Former Cocteau Twin Elizabeth Frazer was one: now living in Bristol, she'd previously been sounded out before Protection but hadn't responded. Did she say why? "Have you met Liz?" 3D splutters with laughter. "She's very excitable and quite mad in the best way. She threw a million words into the air and we tried to grab a few and work out what she meant. Me and Mush met her in Sainsbury's and invited her up to the studio. There was this nerve-wracking moment before she arrived and I said. It's really sterile in here, let's light some candle in here and make it funky for her. She loved our Siouxsie And The Banshees sample on Metal Postcard she'd just had this Siouxsie And The Banshees tattoo removed from her arm. We didn't use that track but she's really cool. Her voice is so immense and ethereal.
I tell 3D that Inertia Creeps, one of the highlights of the stage show, is reminiscent of the title track off Public Image's Flowers Of Romance. "'UK beats came from Istanbul," he says. "We went to a belly dancer show on our day off in this really tacky tourist club. It was a cabaret thing; this guy did a version of New York, New York with his cane and hat. Then the belly dancers came on and they'd all seen better days. It really was han ing but the music was wicked. Mush went and got some tapes the next day." The PiL connection runs deeper than that, he adds. "We tried working with Wobble on Protection, but it didn't work out. He's quite a stubborn bloke and we've got that mentality as well..."
Given the angst etched into
Meazzanines tracks, will there be another Massive Attack album? "Hopefully
We've been immersed in music for 15 years. There's still lots ot reference points
we can draw on," says Daddy G, with all the hope and trepidation of a peace-keeping
3D is more pensive and circumspect. "As people we were in a com-pletely grey area when we were making Mezzanine. None of us knew what the other wanted, and maybe we didn't care either, which is even more destructive. It could be the end, for all I know, but this is definitely a transitional period; we've got a lot to sort out. Touring is a great escape and we don't have to deal with each other's problems, but sooner or later we have to resolve things. That could be the end or the start of something new. But I don't know if any of us have got the bottle to go it alone. We're too insecure. It's Inertia Creeps all over again, isn't it?"
"I wonder if we've reached saturation point now," says Mushroom about music in general. "We've reached all the frontiers. There was the acoustic frontier, then electronics changed music completely. But what's next." We^ve only got so many toys to play with."