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The Purple Fez 72 Club Social

More wry musings from the Britrock margins. Fixtures on the Bristol music scene since 1991, the 

west Country's answer to Pavement recently returned from a long sabbatical with a reconstituted

line up and a more mellow sound. After years of being championed by the likes of The Flaming Lips,

Guided By Voices and Lambchop, these former Peel session regulars finally make the logical leap

into twangsome, husky-voiced pastiche Americana. These songs feel a little too laid back in places,

but Andrew Jarrett's droll lyrics repay close attention: "I've lived my life like a kitten in a sack, with

a brick". (Stephen Dalton / UNCUT MAGAZINE)

 

 

A lo-fi Americana swerve from the Beatniks, defiantly recorded without computers or studios. It 

begins uncompromisingly with ‘Animal Crackers’ a seething condemnation of carnivores (“There 

can never be peace with the likes of you”) that will put them straight to the top of Morrissey’s 

Christmas card list. ‘Sweet Bird Of Sorrow’ features sitars and some rather cautious backwards 

guitar. Singer Andrew Jarrett’s drowsy half-whispered voice begins to make perfect sense on the 

sleepy Tropicana of ‘25 Miles, Long Road’ and the meticulous care taken over all the components 

of this album slowly reveals itself. These are ‘home recordings’ of extraordinary quality. ‘Nurse My 

Head’ is a magnificent take on Spiritualized’s narco-gospel, building to an epic finale of stadium 

melancholia. Do not overlook the hidden track, a gloriously deadpan and dolorous cover of 

‘Champion The Wonder Horse’. (Kid Pensioner / Venue Magazine)) 

 

 

 

I've spoken before on this website about Bristol 's music scene historically having a charmingly 

introverted nature. It's meant that over the years, sometimes to Bristol 's detriment, rival cities have 

stolen the limelight and been better noted for their musical exports than our own. One only has to 

look at the countless documentaries of Manchester 's music history (as good as it was) to know that 

it's a history lesson we've heard time and time again. Bristol , by contrast, despite having enjoyed it's 

own rich musical history, has often held it's best kept secrets to itself. On the positive side though, 

it's this pensive mindset that has kept our home grown talent brewing healthily at it's own pace 

rather than being governed by the speed and expectations of the giddy music press. It's given

Bristol 's musical heritage a sense of genuine substance rather than the fickle minded 

shortsightedness of London 's fashion driven micro One such Bristol band who have defiantly nurtured 

their craft at their own pace are stalwarts of lo-fi indie Beatnik Filmstars. The band have been around in 

one form or another since 1990. I remember attending their first ever gig, an intimate unveiling at the 

cavern-esque cellar bar 'La Cav' in St. Nicholas Market. Their dynamic loud-quiet-loud formula of sonic 

drone was a brave move at a time when most of the city was still in love with fey jangle pop. Since then, 

the band went on to become regular session guests for John Peel as well as going on to tour America  

and Europe . Reformed a couple of years back and now 19 years on from their original inception, if most 

long running bands are anything to go by, you could be forgiven for expecting Beatnik Filmstars to just 

safely rest on their laurels, regurgitate a 'greatest hits' set, vainly reminiscing of better days. Well, you'd 

be mistaken to judge Beatnik Filmstars by other bands. Today, with a renewed line-up that now includes 

fellow C86 veteran Tim Rippington, Beatnik Filmstars are producing some of their best music ever, and it's 

music that Bristol can be proud of.

These days, particularly in Britain 's stagnant indie mainstream, treating music as a steady career option 

seems to have become more important than pushing innovation. You can rest assured that Coldplay's 

inevitable tenth album will sound pretty much the same as all their others. Bristol 's Beatnik Filmstars, 

by contrast, refuse to safely tread water with well-thumbed formulas. Instead, their latest album 'The 

Purple Fez 72 Club Social' challenges expectations by exploring a whole new direction, boldly veering 

away from their quirky lo-fi pop roots and travelling headlong towards mature Americana territory.

Clean tremolo twangs, simple and contagious melodies together with reflective, sharp witted lyrics make 

for a refreshing journey into alt-country, delivered from a British pop perspective. Check out 'Rats' with 

it's cool, slow-paced whistled refrain. It's just so catchy. Likewise, 'You Never Hear A Good Song Coming 

From A Car Window' brims with pop sensibility whilst 'Sweet Bird Of Sorrow' boasts a sitar style bed of 

mellow psychedelia punctuated by backwards guitar loops. When you consider that the band record their 

work without the use of conventional studios or Pro-Tools trickery, the results are astounding.

The band's founder member Andrew Jarrett is currently one of Bristol 's most productive record makers. 

Having previously fronted 80's era surf-pop favourites The Groove Farm, Andrew currently flexes his 

alter-ego with his other band (The) Nervous Rex, a studio project revisiting the sound of garage and mod.

Beatnik Filmstars remain one of Bristol 's brightest jewels. Their current album 'The Purple Fez 72 Club 

Social' is available now, released by Satisfaction Records. Whether the likes of London , Liverpool,

Manchester and Britain 's other more noted musical hotbeds are listening to what's happening here in the 

south-west is up to them, but I sincerely hope they are. They don't know what they're missing.

(BRISTOL ROCKS)

 

 

 

 

The lo-fi English Guided By Voices turn purveyors of Americana as they get more “mature” 

(in this case that means older but not stinkier). They’ve reoriented themselves towards Lambchop 

and Silver Jews; lyrics still have bite but the songs have a more measured pace, adding electronica 

and atmospheric effects - though it’s too edgy ever to be dismissed as “laidback”. The tone of the 

album is more reflective and melancholy: ‘Sweet Bird of Sorrow’ has a Kurt Wagner miserabilism 

and ‘Grim Cosmic Joke’ matches a honeyed rhythm to bitter lyrics: “I’ve lived my life like a kitten 

in a sack with a brick”. ‘Smoking Again?’ mixes twangy guitars and spooky piano Bad Seeds-style 

while ‘25 Miles, Long Road’ is a drowsy haze of wind blasted Americana. The hidden track – a 

slo-core version of Champion the Wonder Horse’ – is a hoot but the animal rights opener ‘Animal 

Cracker’ has a bit too much Morrissey-like sanctimony, though leavened with a bit of humour 

(unlike Morrissey…). The Beatnik Filmstars have always been slightly cranky outsiders in a Britpop 

world and it’s good to see they’re growing up disgracefully – having earned their spurs with 

experimental guitar rock, this time they’re wearing them.  (SOUNDS XP)

 

 

"C'MON PEOPLE, wake up! I've actually heard this CD, and its stunning. Which is to 

be expected. Its a little different but maybe A.J has over played this point, because 

it is awesome too, and you owe it to your ears to buy this CD and help the 'Niks break

even. Or (gasp) there may not be anymore 'Niks and we dont want that do we? 

Honestly, Andrew Jarrett is the Ray Davies of modern independent music". 

(Stewart Anderson / Boyracer.  Myspace blog comment)

 

They’ve only gone and recorded a lo-fi Americana album
Beatnik Filmstars have been around since the early 90s. For the most part they have been 

peddling lo-fi indie rock that has served them well over several albums and five (count ‘em) 

Peel sessions. Perhaps it is the fact that they are getting a bit old and grizzled, or perhaps it 

is because they just got bored, but the Beatniks have gone all Americana on our asses on 

this, their new release.
Recorded without using studios or computers, "The Purple Fez 72 Club Social" is an interesting 

album full to bursting with well written songs and lyrical quirks. Opener, "Animal Crackers" 

opens with the line ‘...There are racists in the USA who brand swastikas on their cattle...’ 

setting the lyrical bar high from the off. From here on the band effortlessly take us through 

indie-Americana ("Scrabbling") and dusty tex-mex landscapes ("25 miles, Long Road") without 

even breaking into a sweat.
"The Purple Fez….." is the sound of a band breaking free of their shackles, and playing music for 

the sheer joy of it, making the album a pleasure to listen to. It is probable that the band are too 

lo-fi, British and interesting to make huge strides into the Americana scene but for those that 

pick up on them, they will remain a hidden treasure to savour. (AMERICANA UK)

 

My love affair with Beatnik Filmstars started in 1992 when I saw them supporting Moose at, 

I think, the Mauretania in Bristol at one of a series of gigs promoted by the band under the 

name "heaven up here".
The Beatniks arose from much-loved indie pop types the Groove Farm, an association they 

initially did their best to distance themselves from. this being 1992, the band were heavily 

into their effects pedals, as evidenced by the ep they released shortly after, "Themes from 

Foreverdrone". this was followed up by the consistently excellent "Laid Back & English" album. 

There then followed a shedload of 7" eps and albums, their sound evolving from rough-edged 

shoegazing to even rougher edged fall/pavement/guided by voices indie rock.
Then they stopped. a couple of them did the quiet slo-core kyoko and a few other things. 

and then they came back.
And this year they've released their best album yet. for some time I've felt Beatnik Filmstars' songs 

were hampered by those rough edges and by their sheer volume - the sheer number of songs 

sometimes getting a bit wearying, the lack of editing turning great albums into merely good. but 

finally they've shed both, somewhat. 'Purple Fez' is slowed down, quieter, more pop sensible, more 

subtle, more sophisticated and, i'm very happy to say, more moose! (the band not the animal.) it's 

full of hummable tunes and delicate guitar moments, the fewer exploding energetic frenzied 

bursts now having a much greater impact as a result. (THE BLACKENED AIR))

 

Now. According to no less an authority on these matters than Stewart Anderson, the "greatest UK 

writer of pop songs" is Andrew Jarrett, of biiiig Peel favourites, Beatnik Filmstars. And the trusted 

indie-powerpop axis of old is really spoiling us in 2008, because "Fez '72", as we'll call it for now, is 

an exquisite album that proves it.
A distant cry from the fractured lo-fi brilliance of reams of the Filmstars' output right up to last yr's 

sporadically marvellous "Shenaniganism" set, not only is it Jarrett's most measured, shimmering work 

since The Bluebear's "Food Fight At the Last Chance Saloon", but for the wider populace it displays 

those pop song writing skills more vividly than ever before. "Fez '72" is a fifteen-song weave of twang, 

Americana, indie-guitar and alt-country, a melange of lyrical sadness and inherited loss, a mingling of 

mournful guitars and aching keyboards. From the moment that thoughtful opener "Animal Crackers" 

ambles louchely from the speakers, it's clear there's a real warmth to proceedings: the arrangements 

and instrumentation are understated, rather than lush, but seem so well suited to the album's 

reflective style. So the occasional backing vocals work, the harmonica works (we don't often say that), 

hell, even the whistling works. And while it's certainly a very different record from most preceding 

albums - a sea-change akin to Sportique's jump from "Black Is A Popular Colour" to "Modern 

Museums", except maybe this time the leap is in the opposite direction - there are still echoes, for 

example in the jets of skyrocketing guitar interspersed through "Scrabbling", of the powered-up glories 

of past work like "Laid Back And English".
Jarrett describes himself on this record as both "cynical pioneer" and "pessimistic optimist", and each 

phrase rings true: he can always temper the downbeat turns of phrase with a swoon some tune or hook, 

which makes for a winning combination. There are very few writers in circulation who could pen songs as 

strong as "Grim Cosmic Joke", "Kittens and Cats" or the stunning "Hospital Ward", but the Filmstars even 

manage to tailor an epic album centrepiece, pulsing with yearning, from the distinctly unpromising title 

"Nurse My Head (As The Actress Said To The Bishop)". They bring the curtain down in style too with "Home", 

a ballad that carries echoes of some of Kyoko's smartest moments. The only possible mis-step is "You 

Never Hear A Good Song Coming From A Car Window", which takes us little further than its title (the 

premise of which is incorrect anyway, not least because when we used to roll in our 1.6, we forced the 

British pedestrian within earshot to listen to "New Boyfriend And Black Suit" and "Bigot Sponger Haircut 

Policy" at maximum blast).
As you can tell, we've replayed and enjoyed pretty much every Beatniks outing to date, and lapped up every 

last dollop of their rickety, fuzzing short-burst lo-fi brilliance over the years (culminating with last year's 

careering 'Curious Role Model' single). But, of all their albums, it's quite possible that "Fez 72" will turn out 

to be the most complete. (IN LOVE WITH THESE TIMES)