BYKER CHIC BYKER CHIC BYKER CHIC
Sheesh. What a grotty bunch of grebos, these Gaye Bykers On Acid. Have you ever seen such a filthy lot? Besides Zodiac Mindwarp that is, and Pop Will Eat Itself and... Anyway, these grease-mongers are responsible for the wonderfully crass pop sounds on their grungy debut LP Drill Your Own Hole—the first British pressings of which required its listeners to do just that in order to give the disc a spin.
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BYKER CHIC BYKER CHIC BYKER CHIC
by
Vicki Arkoff
Sheesh. What a grotty bunch of grebos, these Gaye Bykers On Acid. Have you ever seen such a filthy lot? Besides Zodiac Mindwarp that is, and Pop Will Eat Itself and... Anyway, these greasemongers are responsible for the wonderfully crass pop sounds on their grungy debut LP Drill Your Own Hole—the first British pressings of which required its listeners to do just that in order to give the disc a spin. The loopy limeys have also produced an hour-long semi-joke film of the same name which—in accordance with Gaye Byker doings—will be available in theatrical or video form whenever they get around to it.
Their music? “It’s a mess,” explains schizophrenic singer Ian, who also answers to the monikers Mary, Garfield and whoever else happens to be inhabiting his possessed soul. “Actually, it’s a miasma rather than a mess. That’s a better word.”
It’s also a fitting description of their wardrobe, a colorful ensemble that combines such homemade items as paintsplattered jeans and T-shirts with Vision brand street wear (thanks to a sponsorship deal). Does this mean that the scuzzballs are cleaning up their act? Nah, says Ian, who here expounds on that subject, among others. “We’re only in it for the free clothes.”
