FROM PUBLIC ENEMY TO PUSSY RIOT: DISPATCHES FROM MUSICAL FRONTLINES
Check the shelves and you’ll find all sorts of books that contain ‘Dispatches’ from some place of other. Christ, even I’ve written one. My particular Dispatches were ‘From The Wrong Side’ but of course I, in turn, picked up that meme from some now forgotten popular culture title, the idea itself dating back to those wartime dispatches from the front, that would carry important military intel.
The intel here is not military… well, not entirely military… although some of these Dispatches have the feel of skirmishes behind enemy lines. However the notion is more to gather together Matthew Collin’s edgier experiences behind the cultural frontlines, and collect them into one volume.
Collin is a sometime music journalist and foreign correspondent with a good sense for being in entirely the wrong place and at right time, blessed with a keen ear for turning those experiences into engaging, page-turning copy. He penned a very readable overview of the history of the rave scene in Altered State, and our paths therefore must have crossed on a dancefloor somewhere, at least culturally, as that is very much the cultural terrain I also inhabited, even if our Dispatches seem to have found their way separately to Mixmag (Collin) and DJmag (moi).
Pop Grenade is something quite different however. Collin has developed a kind of style that combines autobiography with retrospective ethnography, gathering various sources from his notes, journalism, secondary sources, memories… all fragments assembled here in creating an almost patchwork mechanic for telling the stories that make up this volume. There is a theme, however; a seam, that runs through the book and links the stories, and that is that each of the six chapters details Collin’s experience with a particularly explosive flashpoint in recent cultural history: Berlin’s post-Wall party scene, the free party scene after the collapse of Yugoslavia, the controversy surrounding Pussy Riot in Russia (a country that politely asked me to leave following an regrettable mix up during one of my own Dispatches adventures). And of course the thing that holds the whole volume together is the beat… the electronic beat of dance music, which pulls all four corners of the world together.
As Elvis Costello was once reported to have said: writing about music is like dancing about architecture, but Collin manages to do quite the merry architectural gig. Describing techstep, for instance, he details ‘a digital storm of swarming basslines, horrorcore samples and steam-hammer snares’; in describing the scene more generally and the collapse of the rave ideal he recalls a DJ ‘banging out the vilest lowest-common-denominator house-by-numbers, each tacky riff and ‘atmospheric’ breakdown cynically programmed to excite the formulaic raptures of the Ecstasy user’.
Good, good stuff. Collins can write, no doubt, and evoke a scene with great mastery even if, at times, both the writing and situation can come off as little sub-Hunter S. Thompson (but then all subjective writers will forever find themselves in that man’s shadow). The ‘dark tourism’ idea has also been done before, notably by P. J. O’ Rourke in titles such as “Holidays In Hell’, even if this volume does give that notion a particularly musical kick in the pants and the retrospective nature of the collection means we lose some energy, some immediacy, perhaps proximity to the moment.
However that is really to nitpick. What we have here are some great tales, told well. Collin chucks his grenade over the trenches. Duck behind the couch as it goes POP!
Pop Grenade is available now via Zero Books