round for dinner," they said.
intrigued, my stomach rumbled in
anticipation. An eating-packed,
bloaterising evening was well on the
cards, what with Rubella drummer Sid
being a fully qualified five star chef
the appointed day with unfed mouth and
rapidly rose to a feverish starvation
buzzed, hunger high. Taste buds not so
much salivating as positively dripping.
wicked ballerinas put a cruel twist on
the nights expected orgy of
consumption. I arrive to find slack jawed
lead stringsman Pete Fender on the
cuisine-duty roster and presented before
me is a pilchard, some potatoes and
several dollops of green slime with
stuck well in, I chew heartily actually
finding the mess quite tasty. In fact
there isn't an unfinished plate in the
house, all eight diners tucking in with
should explain. Me, the four Rubella
Balleters and Poison Girls, Vi, Lance and
Richard. No, these last three didn't
gatecrash, they live here too.
the mother of one half of Rubella; namely
bassist and voice, Gem Stone and the
aforementioned galley serf Pete. Besides
the resting cookery professor (once
prepared nosh for fourteen hundred,
y`know) Sid, there is chief singer
youve probably already made the
Bushellian mistake of herding Rubella
Ballet in amongst the seemingly endless
line of Crass/Poison Girls clones all of
whom rampage furiously away with varying
degrees of impact.
while the Poison Girls spectre is
unavoidably near, any direct and obvious
influence is minimal. Just the briefest
glimpse of Rubella playing live, or for
that matter, lounging around on a sofa
doing an interview, leaves a person in no
doubt as to their variance from the
dressed all in black, every word I say is
important school of (more often than not)
quartet are attired in a colourful array
of bright togs, not a leather jacket in
sight. Bondage? Forget it, this is the
glad rag liberation!
Everyone is very dark these days.
Black and dismal and singing about
warfare. We don't play songs about
warfare, it's time to think about living,
not worry about dying.
If people aren't dark and dismal
they're soppy and wet looking like that
other group with Ballet in their name.
The sort of songs that Crass bands do
always end up sounding really depressing.
I want to make good music and have people
enjoy it. I don't want them to go away
thinking 'oh, I really agree with that, I
must get some information on it."
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