The Ultraconformist
The first of 1992's two albums, 'The Ultraconformist (Live Whilst Out Of Fashion)', was in fact recorded on wax cylinders at the Vorticist nightclub Cave Of The Golden Calf, Heddon Street, on or about December 1910. Or so it says here.

It may be that this hyper literary record, glutted with words and references, just claimed this ancestry because the club was run by Frieda Strindberg (wife of the grim Swedish misogynist playright), decorated by Wyndham Lewis, and December 1910 was the day Virginia Woolf facetiously nominated as the date on which human nature changed, and became modern.

Anyway, this is the sound of Momus surviving critical opprobrium with a grin on his face and a rusty barrel organ by his side on which he cranks out Brechtian murder ballads.

Roll up, cock your shell-likes and hear Momus, in a hideous Cockney accent, sing tales of the ultraviolent Cape and Stick Gang, bandleader (and, apparently, BBC controller) Bill Cotton, and the gruesome skeleton La Catrina, the Mexican lady back from the dead for a shag.


Go on to the next album, Voyager (1992)

Go back to the last album, Hippopotamomus (1991)