Release Type: album
Media: LP;CD
Released: 1995-04-03
Label: creation_records
Catalogue: CRECD182

The JBC Analogue Wildlife Sampling Tendency present Illuminate (the difficult tenth)

1. A Great Visitation Of Elephants
2. Sixteen Years
3. Cute Submarines
4. Lulu's Nightmare
5. Beetle George
6. Old Snakey
7. Land

1. When Eno Sings
2. The Ugliest Song In The World
3. Scarlett
4. Cops And Hospitals
5. Blues For Dead Dean Read
6. True Stories

Max Reed - engineer
David J. - producer
Alex Green - tenor and alto saxophones
Dooj Wilkinson - bass guitar, synthesiser, guitar, singing
Dave Henderson - electric guitars
Gabriel Turner - drums, guitars, singing
Pascal Legras - design
Pat Fish - guitars, keyboards, singing
Alex Lee - guitars
Kathie McGinty - ford transit, singing
Curtis E. Johnson - hungarian stockwhip
Dave Fleece - guitar on True Stories
Max Read - singing
Bolly - dijeridoo on A Great Visitation Of Elephants
Ian Botterill - sumo prfund

The JBC extend their thanks and respects to:

Kathie, David, Max, Robert, Emad Salama (Patron of the Arts), Nick Burson , Eddie the Brick (Opsiag & Distributie), Sue Pearson, Mark Edwards, Julian Poole (for brand new AC30), Blind Lemon Johnson and Jane the Pain, Paul Williams, Botty, Sumo, Mister H., Werner and the Fraternity of Saint Hubertus, Love And Rockets, Strangelove, Stranger Tractors, President Bush, Diversion, Ubu Swirl, Joe haskins, Tom Hall, Susan, Ariane, Clemence, Adelaide, Michel, Roselyne, Daniel, Simone, Sophie, and the new one, Toby Egelnick (bespoke layouts), Anne Joly, Paul Mulreany , Steve Winkler, Richard Formby , Lucien Borderline and Wonderflox, Jasmine, Lisa the Von Daemmerung Brothers, Colin, David Whittemore, the Institute of Snakes, Paul Stanton, Uncle Dave and the Family Shed, Cafe Pacifico, Wolfgang Tschegg , Robert Goodman, C.D. Mann, Michael Holloway, Steve Waring, Uli, Michael Horton-Jupiter, Sydney Meats, Slurps Cafe-Bar, Screaming Mimi, H.H. Munro, Blair MacDonald, the Racehorce, Alex Chilton, Barry Everitt, New Mark, Alan McGee, James Kyllo, Slaughter, and all our guests.

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"The adept had to become justified.
The justified must then become illuminate."

Hans Stefan Santesson Understanding Mu

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If you have access to the internet, you can find out more about the JBC by calling http://purgatory.ecn.purdue.edu:20002/JBC/jbc.html

Cars Of Destiny - The view from Abington Square

Built on a swamp, the natives will tell you.
"The Nene Delta" I've heard it called; or "Murder Mecca of the Midlands"; or " Chickentown ."
Anyone who's ever really thought about the place feels it deep inside; somewhere in Northampton lies the Heart Of Darkness.

Abington Square is more of a triangle, a wide and windy expanse where, amid a welter of traffic islands, the Kettering and Wellingborough roads converge. Marooned on one such islet stands the atheist M.P. Bradlaugh, still wagging an admonitory finger at those who would buy their convictions in bulk. He was refused his seat in Parliament because he was not prepared to swear an oath on the Holy Bible. Notwithstanding which, the people of Northampton persisted in electing him over and over again. Eventually there was a riot in town, and the Army had to be sent for. Recently a sad priest, who had clearly lost his flock to the church of medicine and found the time weighing heavy on his hands, suggested that the statue of Bradlaugh was a godless example to the citizenry and should be pulled down.
On high days and holidays members of the Jesus Army sect parade around town in paramilitary garb; some of them could knock poor Bradlaugh down with their breath.

Perhaps they might pause to look for their special kind of convert in the War Memorial that looms behind Bradlaugh on the largets of the chain of islands. Standing long and low on its concrete football feet, it is inhabited largely by advanced cider technologists and those with a nostalgia for the golden days of glue. Cars, lorries and buses wheel around between the islands in a bewildering fashion; it is possible that some of the denizens of the War Memorial have been trapped there for some time.

Across two busy lanes of traffic, at the north-west corner of the square, stands a bright new building. It has huge glass windows, for it is a motor car showroom. All the cars in the show room will cost you more than a house round these parts. The staff inside, as visible to passers-by as the vehicles on display, are well turned out young people, and, in an incongruous effort to bestow a human touch upon their workplace, they have installed there a large toy leopard. Or jaguar. Cars of destiny - the JBC salutes you.

The November light begins to dim. Soon it will be time to spill out of the Racehorse and thrill to the display of festive lights on the jeweller's shop. But in an alley around the back, there is work to be done. A small man with a bald head is standing in the remains of the afternoon sun, holding a ferocious looking whip, the handle of which appears to be the forelimb of some kind of deer. He is surrounded by microphones and a knot of inquisitive small girls. A taller man with long hair calls to him from the roof above: "You are making... a film, ja?"

For something strange is happening at The Lodge. An unruly association of aging sociopaths is gathering here to commit their feelings to magnetic tape. Here, as close to the very Heart Of Darkness as analogue equipment will permit, the JBC squander Kremlin gold on honeyed dum-dum shells and doomed archaeological relics through which to filter their erudite and sickened communiques to the world beyond their most diseased imaginings.

And you uncannily, and holding now the results of those strange days on Abington Square. Beasts and super-beasts, phantom truck rides through East and West, the living and the (jackal-headed) dead, faith and delusion, The Fear Thing and a whole new theory of earthly evolution. With glass doors.

Real stories with real airbrakes - captured on an intrepid expedition which took Herr Doktor and his trusty tape machine deep into the very bowels of the cavernous bus station early one Sunday morning. (the time at which most people disappear.)

Come trawl the zeitgeist with the JBC, where it's one-man-one-stick, and a bed of rice really is a bed of rice. Listen, if you will, to these stories from Abington Square.

Pat Fish , Northampton '95
(Apologies to Peter Crouch re: the cars.)

Recording engineered by Max Read at the Lodge Studio, Northampton (Robert John Godfrey, Chef-Patron), October and November 1994.

The songs were written by Pat Fish , except Beetle George written by Pat Fish/ Dave Henderson and arranged by the JBC, and are published by Creation Records Songs Limited. Produced by David J. .

Creation Records Promo - Illuminate March 1995

The Scotsman (UK), Wed, Mar 15^th 1995

New Music Express (UK), Sat, Apr 8^th 1995