Aural Sculptors - The Stranglers Live 1976 to the Present


Welcome to Aural Sculptors, a blog aimed at bringing the music of The Stranglers to as wide an audience as possible. Whilst all of the various members of the band that have passed through the ranks since 1974 are accomplished studio musicians, it is on stage where the band have for me had their biggest impact.

As a collector of their live recordings for many years I want to share some of the better quality material with other fans. By selecting the higher quality recordings I hope to present The Stranglers in the best possible light for the benefit of those less familiar with their material than the hardcore fan.

Needless to say, this site will steer well clear of any officially released material. As well as live gigs, I will post demos, radio interviews and anything else that I feel may be of interest.

In addition, occasionally I will post material by other bands, related or otherwise, that mean a lot to me.

Your comments and/or contributions are most welcome. Please email me at adrianandrews@myyahoo.com.


Monday, 9 February 2026

Interview (New Musical Express 31st January 1981)

 Prior to the release of 'The Gospel According to the Meninblack' the band did the usual circuit of the music press. Here's their interview for NME that appeared within its pages on 31st January 1981.


THERE ARE four women in the cluttered cubicle of UA's cramped office. Press officers Pat and Kathy, Pennie Smith and myself are drinking tea and swopping chat while we wait for The
Strangles. Amongst the stacks of records and piles of correspondence some suprising discoveries are being made about the absent members of a group whose unpleasant reputation owes a great deal to their notoriously anti-women aura.

To Pat and Kathy they've so far proved model clients: polite, obliging, even slightly shy. Pennie,
who has met them many times before, quietly states that they're scared of women.

Bulky Jet Black has already arrived and at intervals blunders cheerfully in and out of the office, making a sudden, self-conscious exit when Pat plays some of the tracks from The Stranglers'
forthcoming album 'THEMENINBLACK'. These turn out to be a swirling waltz tune under demented laughter; plus a pleasant but unremarkable Stranglers-style pop song called 'Second Coming'.

When Jet Black bumbles back into the room he asks eagerly for my opinion. My polite but transparent lack of enthusiasm is not an auspicious start to our encounter.

It's almost an hour later when Hugh Cornwell whirls in, fresh from a session with Smash Hits, oozing apologies and oily charm. He plants a deferential peck on Pennie's cheek, shakes my hand and begins to recount a genial denial of The Stranglers' infamous Journalist Kidnapping episode, partly, I suspect, for my benefit.

He passes me a copy of their planned album cover, a reproduction of The Last Supper with the Man In Black (in real life a more mundane employee of EMI) superimposed amongst the disciples close to Christ. On the back there's a bastardised version of The Lord's Prayer with The
Stranglers themselves called Jet-In-Black, Dave-In-Black etc. And the concept is credited to Hugh-In-Black-In-Nice.

We drive to a nearby pub to discuss the significance of Themeninblack project. I'm also seeking some explanation of The Stranglers' bullyboy reputation, particularly in relation to their past portrayal of women. It seems to me that sexual politics is a subject for discussion, not dogma,  and I'm fully prepared for any reasonable justification of the attitudes they've appeared to propagate.

It also seems an appropriate time to once again air the topic of the group's controversial character, since Jet Black has just written a book about the Nice debacle. While he maintains that the fines and suspended sentence imposed by the French authorities were a face-saving exercise designed to stop the group suing for wrongful arrest, he also admits that it was suspicion of The Stranglers that led the University administration to try and stop the performance and indirectly provoke a riot.

Hugh Cornwell is not as sinister-looking as his photographs suggest. and he has a faint air of Jack Nicholson's comic madness: chin stubbled, hair askew and eyes aglint with a dangerous inner amusement. His expression this evening smacks of polite, amused tolerance mixed with a slight lasciviousness that fades pretty swiftly as our conversation continues.

Jet Black is a large, middle-aged man with an old, shadowed, rough-featured face. Sitting round a table in a pub full of excitable boozing city businessmen the interview starts innocuously enough with the original idea behind 'Themeninblack’.

 


IT WAS Jet who first developed an interest in UFOs and the frequent references to related, unexplained men in black. At the time The Stranglers were working on the 'Black And White' .
album; they also discovered a man in black lurking in the background of the cover to 'Rattus Norvegicus•. and this set of coincidences acted as the catalyst for combined investigations.
Who are these mysterious men?

Jet: "Nobody really knows. They appear and threaten people who talk too much about them. The puzzle is,  are they someone from the government saying Be quiet, you've sussed it and we don't want this to get out?"

An earthly government?

"Yeah,  or is it the reverse? Is it someone from a flying object? That was just the central thing that got us thinking about the religious context. When Jesus Christ came down in clouds of smoke, maybe he was in some kind of flying machine. Maybe he was just a mere mortal from another planet. I mean the whole Bible is full of stuff like that."

Hugh elaborates an idea that owes something to Erik Von Daniken's theories and adds that most phenomena that aren't understood are given a religious  connotation. He also explains that The Stranglers' research into the "spacemen" manifestations in the Bible led them to decide that God treated his people with marked malevolence, a statement which I assume refers largely to the Old Testament.

Jet: "The whole thing is that all the Bible is supposed to be a holy book which is supposed to dictate some code of conduct that people have-been following for thousands of years. What we're saying is maybe people should start questioning the traditional beliefs that the interpreters of the Bible have given them. Maybe they've got it completely wrong."

 


SO FAR our interview has been affable enough on either side, but things begin to go awry
when I ask about the strange connotations of the 'Men In Black' track on •The.Raven• album.

Hugh: "Well, one suggested explanation is that we're just a farm for beings from another planet, and that whenever they've got a function on, like a wedding or something, they come down and grab a human and take them back and eat them."

Jet hurriedly adds that the album is a more serious appraisal of those kind of ideas.

"Like, everyone's sitting round waiting for The Messiah to return. Well, maybe when he does he might not turn out to be a bloke with a ring round his head and a white suit on. He might come down and start herding people into space ships and take them off somewhere. I mean you don't know, do you?"

It's at about this time that I realise I'm smiling. My expression isn't complete cynicism so much as mild, well-meaning mockery of this earnest explanation of an outlandish idea. I'm also amused by the thought that such a sinister vision of the Second Coming seems so typically
Stranglers in its tortured, determinedly pessimistic theorising.

However, the effects of my disrespectful levity suddenly show when Jet Black begins to twitch with irritation.

"You might laugh at it, but you can't disprove it. It’s just as good an argument as him coming down to save the world." He barks belligerently, and spinning round savagely in his seat he stops the conversation.

I’ m just asking Hugh flow seriously he treats this space/religious mysticism - "Seriously enough to write an album about it" - when Black barges back into the interview, emphatically prodding the table with a meaty forefinger.

Jet, it seems had a strong Roman Catholic upbringing, and the dire consequences of disbelief that were impressed upon him at an early age have somehow led him not just to reject religion
but to totally deny the concept of love and substitute instead a woolly theory of total, universal, self-interest.

"I don't see any love anywhere. I mean, what is love? Show me some!" he demands ferociously. "All anybody ever wants to achieve is their own happiness. Any kind of love is just the opposite. It’s a totally selfish emotion. Absolutely!"

I disagree strongly, but since I'm unwilling to reveal my private convictions by exposing my personal experience. I'm at a disadvantage. The Stranglers treat this as a tremendous triumph.

On a different level I argue that if an action gratifies yourself and benefits someone else it achieves both aims, and what's wrong with that?

This prompts a fresh stream of nihilistic blabberings from the antagonistic Black, who entirely avoids my question and ends his outpourings by declaring that it'lI take about 5.000 years for him to get his views across to the vast majority.

While Jet sighs and he and Hugh indulge in some sympathetically complacent chuckling, I return to 'THEMENINBLACK. I say that whereas The Stranglers have previously celebrated the darker side of life without proposing solutions, on this occasion they seem to be trying to achieve
something positive by making people question accepted values.

Jet weighs in ponderously. "We want to stimulate brain cell activity. you know? That
means putting something on record that you actually have to think about. And they'lI
have to think about this one."

Taken widely that's a moral judgement on achieving something worthwhile, Therefore you've just indirectly said ...

"You're trying to trap me, aren't you?" Jet accuses sharply.

Yes, of course. You've just tried to trap me.

Jet: "I just think it would be wonderful if the human race stopped lying. Everyone, everywhere's telling a pack of lies .....

And he's off again on the utter deceit of moral codes, personal, political, spiritual ...

Manoeuvring back onto seemingly more solid ground I ask Hugh how he thinks Themeninblack concept is going to go down with Stranglers record buyers.

"I don't know. It's probably going to go totally over their heads." he laughs.

Then he contradicts himself by adding, "We've always aimed our records at people who like to think about what they're listening to, so hopefully they'll make an effort to understand it." This statement leads into my second line of argument.

 


I TELL Hugh Cornwell that a lot of women, including myself, found the songs on the first two Stranglers albums threatening and offensive. If, as he's previously said, The Stranglers claim to be trying to show something to their audience, then what were those lyrics supposed.to illustrate for me?

Cornwell, adopting a lofty air of Detachment,  replies blandly. "I'm surprised you found them threatening. Maybe that demonstrates your own insecurity."

I don't think so. Because…

"If you felt secure." Hugh interrupts, "then you wouldn't feel threatened by them."

But women aren't secure from violence in this world, are they?

Answering, Cornwell becomes sharper and more dictatorial in tone. "So that shows something then. That shows that a lot of women feel insecure."

Yes. But you were playing on those insecurities weren't you? .

"Not at all. I was playing on my guitar." (Great manly guffaws accompany this humorous gem),
"I don't see anything wrong with using song lyrics to extol the virtues of women. Yet women find that offensive. They should take it as flattery. An author like Vladimir Nabokov, who wrote Lolita, spends the first hundred pages extolling the virtues of young girls and yet that's treated as art. whereas a three minute song that's putting it bluntly isn't."

Staggered by such a sweeping comparison, I point out that Lolita is a work of art because it treats the subject truthfully and not as a prurient exploitation of the attractiveness of young girls. At the end of the book when Humbert Humbert finds a faded and pregnant Lolita, he is overcome with regret at never having made an attempt to explore her personality and at
having destroyed something in her by taking away her childhood.

"I'm not into people going round destroying other peoples' lives." Cornwell responds, "I don't want to praise that attitude ... "

So-what about lines from your lyrics like 'Beat you till you drop',

"That was about a particular situation where, um, where a girl is unfaithful and the guy reacted violently. It happens all the time." he adds dismissively. "It's just a document of life."

"Your argument is like saying Tolstoy should never have written 'War And Peace• ... Jet Black tells me.

I don't see how you can possibly compare that with your situation where you’re putting a viewpoint into a three-minute song directed at young people who may not have fully formed their views. It might have been construed, in fact at the time it was construed, that you weren't only advocating that attitude, you were actually glorifying it.

"Then We were misunderstood." Hugh states simply.

Does that give you any regrets?

"No. not at all. I feel disdain and sadness for the way in which our lyrics were interpreted. "

(And in case you've forgotten, let me remind readers of the references to 'pieces of meat', 'peaches', 'nubiles', 'treat you rough', 'smack your face', etc., and the general crass vindictiveness with which The Stranglers' early lyrics treated women.)

I don't think your explanation would satisfy someone who was offended by your songs. You obviously don't feel any sense of responsibility for what you've written.

"We admit certain responsibilities towards people who buy our sort of stuff."
Cornwell replies smoothly. "Of course, we have to. It would be irresponsible not to. But
just because we describe a certain incident, it doesn't mean we're saying go out and do it."

But you didn't make that clear. did you? In one interview, you were quoted as saying women like to be dominated.

"Well a lot of them do. It's down to their insecurity."

 


HUGH CORNWELL'S last statement takes him right round in a smug, simplistic circle of blinkered bigotry. And by this time it's clear that there is very little point in continuing our conversation since The Stranglers are now entrenched in the limited,  juvenile roles they're acting out, flashing conspiratorial grins and fuelling each other's flippancy with forced gales of
laughter.

It's now Jet Black's turn to sally forth from the safety of the defensive, locker-room mentality they've created in their corner of the pub, and he launches into a line of argument that leads him further into the realms of the ridiculous.

This time he pretentiously compares The Stranglers' songs to Winston Churchill's memoirs of the Second World War which, he insists, I'm implying shouldn't have been written either since both deal with strife and are open to misinterpretation.

There follows a tedious argument on the word sexism which Jet persistently declares that I’ve just this minute made up, although he does concede to having previously seen it in print. The only justification that The Stranglers are able to offer about the sexual attitudes illustrated in their songs is that they "love girls". and incidentally, the last person I heard use the old "I adore women" stance as an excuse was Whitesnake's David Coverdale, and that was immediately after he'd just described half the human race as "beautiful animals".

By the same token, they blame the violent incidents with which they've been associated on the absent Jean-Jacques Burnel, and when I ask whether they either disassociate themselves from his actions or can offer any explanations, since they are representing The Stranglers to me tonight, they lapse into muddled denials and more grating mirth.

Eventually Hugh does magnanimously announce that he believes men and women to be equal, but there is of course a catch, and it's my turn for amusement when he trundles out the most banal and boring cliche in the book.

"I think women's mentality is more emotionally geared than men's. You don't?" he snaps, irritated by my smile. "Well, it's just down to personal experience, isn't it. I'm not going to say you're wrong."


TALKING TO two grown men well into their 30s and 40s who treat any attempt to seriously
question their work by retreating behind an unnecessary belligerence or a smug wall of sniggers is a wearing experience that leaves one little inclined for niceties of expression.

I'd say The Stranglers are wrong on many counts, not least their refusal to consider or even admit the existence of any possible causes for the sour, sullied reputation that they've either actively fostered or done little to dispel, and that ultimately degrades and damages them more than anybody else.

Their sort of wilfully perverted pessimism is a dullard's defence against the  blows of
existence that has very little to do with the realities of life for most men and women. Music has moved on since their bleak brand of nihilism first caused a stir, and it's long since left The Stranglers stranded and rattling the bars of their bearcage.

However, back at the bar, they've suddenly revealed that there's an unsuspected and largely unseen streak of humour in their work whose essence Jet loftiiy describes as just "too subtle for the masses".

Giving examples as they go, they solemnly trace this rich vein right back through their work - although I personally don't find 'Bring On The Nubiles' amusing; I can't see anything edifying in the dull darkness of 'Black And White' or even any entertainment in the more varied textures of
'The Raven'.  And I doubt very much whether I'll find much enlightenment in tile unearthly
mysteries of 'THEMENINBLACK' especially when on the evidence they offered me, The Stranglers haven't yet solved the simple, human problem of relating adequately to the opposite sex.

Still, as Hugh says, The Stranglers do represent a sad humour in life.

And, as Jet adds, they are both comedians and tragedians who "observe everything around us and end up singing about it, you know?"

Of course, Jet.

It's just like Winston Churchill.




Bristol Locarno 9th February 1981- Remaster

 

45 years ago to the day (9th February 1981) The Stranglers released 'The Gospel According to the Meninblack'. Back then it was a release that pretty much bamboozled  fan and critic alike, but from a distance of almost half a century it is fair to say that it is now viewed as a classic of experimental post-punk. In other words it is brilliantly weird!

On the same day of the release the band kicked off a promotional tour at the Locarno in Bristol. To mark the occasion DomP has remastered a recording of the gig and in comparison to what came before, it is a huge improvement and this tour opener is now eminently listenable. Cheers Dom...  a great bit of knob-twiddling there!

In a review of another bootleg version of the gig it was mentioned that this gig was the only one of the tour to include 'Don't Bring Harry'. I'll be honest, I haven't gone through subsequent dates to verify this, but I think it is true... it certainly conforms to an established Stranglers' MO of dropping stuff that they do not consider to be coming up to scratch live within a few opening gigs. What happened to JJ's vocal but it disappears part way through giving way to an audience singalong and seeing that such rock star antics were not a part of The Stranglers' repertoire, something else must have happened, equipment failure? A fight?

Oh and if anyone can translate Hugh's piece into the vocoder, please leave a comment!

Clearly some of the untested material that was being unveiled on this night was challenging to play for them all, especially Dave it seems... listen out for some interesting playing on 'Hallow To Our Men' and 'Waiting for the Meninblack'. Overall, a great listen from the band's next chapter.


FLAC: https://we.tl/t-u2gAdhSo08



The gig was reviewed, less than favourably as became par for the course as the '70s gave way to the '80s in the Sounds issue of 28th February 1981.







Saturday, 7 February 2026

The Damned Albert Hall Manchester 28th January 2026

 

Here are The Damned playing their much talked about 'covers only' gig at Manchester's Albert Hall. Many thanks to rbose1 for the Dime upload. In the event it the set didn't honour the gig tag of 'Not A Single Damned Song' as three slipped the net on the night. Not my place of course to write the set list, but given the chance to bring the gig back in line with the claim I would have brought in 'Help' for '1 Of The 2' or 'Feel The Pain' and 'Citadel' in for 'Disco Man'.

I am not sure what to make of the album. I feel that several of the covers are so faithful to the original that they bring nothing new to the songs which for me has always been the benchmark for a worthy cover version.... to be sure with 'Eloise' they made the song their own (with Barry Ryan even stating that theirs was his preferred version!). A song like 'See Emily Play' whilst a great song and indeed a song with which The Damned have had a long association doesn't move on from Pink Floyd's original. In terms of homage to 1960's psychedelia, Naz's 'Give Daddy The Knife Cindy' is a superior offering in my opinion.

Fair play, the album and dates are a tribute to their founder and friend Brian, but I get the feeling that this album in comparison with most of the band's other studio albums will not get too much turntable time, interesting project though it may be.

FLAC: https://we.tl/t-8Ioj1e0Gbm

Artwork: https://we.tl/t-GcL9i4UUAY



Thursday, 5 February 2026

Dave's Massive Swelling Organ Rises Again! (Repair Shop BBC1 4th February 2026)

 


It's a television phenomenon that has been known to make the nation weep as Joe Public's much loved, battered but cherished heirlooms and keepsakes are restored to their former glories. Last night's episode may have got a few bald ex-punks reaching out for the tissue box as our own Toby Hounsham squeezed some very familiar notes out of Dave's scarred Hohner Cembalet keyboard. This was made possible after some extraordinary repair and renovation by the 'Repair Shop' team. There is something quite wonderful about musical instruments that have clearly done the rounds (Gary Numan's Les Paul or Segs's Fender Precision come to mind) and Dave's Hohner certainly did that. The wooden surround is scratched and scarred from endless night's of being man-handled on and off stage and up and down countless flights of stairs! The damage is just part of its story.

As part of the laborious restoration process, David Burville scraped crud off of the organ reeds, the residues of smoke and sweat deposited over a 1000 nights (maybe a few less!) in the dingy basements and backrooms of London's many clubs and pubs.

The story of this instruments journey from neglected dilapidation in a Bristol rehearsal room to primetime TV salvation is touchingly related by Owen, who I am sure won't mind me reproducing his words here.

Over to him:

'Early in March 2020, I was involved in an exchange of emails with a guy that was emptying a rehearsal room/studio in the Bristol area. He had worked with ex Stranglers’ roadie Bruce Gooding and had found one of Dave Greenfield’s old keyboards, a Hohner Cembalet, which was sadly no longer working. 

He attached photos and I recognised it immediately, especially with the large white STRANGLERS stencil on the back. He wondered if Dave wanted it back and I sent an email to the Greenfields to pass on the message. 

I wasn’t aware then but Dave was poorly in hospital at that time. Dave’s wife Pam kindly sent me a reply saying ‘Dave wants you to have it’. So I drove to South Wales to pick up the piece of band history from the guy in late March. The Cembalet remained at our house until autumn 2022. 

During a chat with Toby Hounsham, the new keyboard player in the band, in Cologne, he revealed that he used to collect the models of keyboards that Dave owned & played. Only one type of keyboard had always eluded him, you’ve guessed it, the Cembalet. 

I had always felt guilty (& unworthy) of owning such a historical artefact and I immediately brought up pictures of the keyboard on my phone & showed Toby. He was amazed & asked who owned it, without a second’s hesitation, I replied ‘I do but you do now…’

On our return from the European tour, I delivered the Cembalet to Toby in Nov 2022. He was absolutely blown away & also very emotional that he now owned a keyboard that belonged to his hero. 

He set about trying to get the keyboard repaired but every enquiry, frustratingly, drew a blank. It was such an old keyboard that few craftsmen were even able to work on it & parts for it were impossible to source.

Fast forward a year or so, it was suggested that the BBC programme The Repair Shop may be an option, where the show’s experts restore family heirlooms & valued items. 

TRS was contacted and agreed to try to repair the Cembalet. Toby dropped it off to the TV studios last summer & then collected the newly repaired keyboard around the time of the Roundhouse shows last autumn. 

So, after a long wait, the programme finally screens on BBC1 tomorrow night (Wed 4th Feb) at 8pm. 
As a fan, it was a real privilege to be the short-term keeper of such a special item in band history and to be able to pass it on to its new rightful owner, the person who keeps Dave’s legacy alive. 
I’ll be glued to the TV tomorrow night and, even if the BBC edit my involvement in the story out (as the Mirror piece did), I’ll still be immensely proud of my part in it…'








Monday, 2 February 2026

Charlie Harper Spanish Hall, Winter Gardens Blackpool 5th August 2023



A little bit of Chaz tonight. Here is the irrepressible Mr Harper playing acoustically in Blackpool back in 2023. Tonight I am starting 'An Anarchy of Demons'.

Many thanks to Chatts for the share.


 

Sunday, 1 February 2026

Generation X Top of the Pops Appearances 1977 - 1979 DVD

 

This is one that I put together over the weekend. Comprising the seven appearances that Generation X made on the UK's iconic music weekly, here we have Mr Idol and Co. curling lips and making guitar shapes with gay abandon. I have never pinpointed just what it is that I don't like about the band. There are not many of the first cohort of British punk bands that I do not appreciate wholeheartedly. It can't be that Billy disappeared across the pond to become a glam metal rockstar... the Clash embraced all things American and I have all of their albums. I just dunno.... answers on a postcard please.

Anyway, enough of my musical preferences or otherwise, this is a nice short collection. Unfortunately, the footage features Jimmy Saville briefly, but I think that it is not for me to censor the material, visitors to this page are old enough to know the despicable nature of the man and his deeds. In this respect, I always feel for the bands who had limited exposure on Top of the Pops but have now been cancelled (in the sense of repeats (and the BBC have pretty much been consistently repeating episodes of the show for the last 30 years or more) because they had the misfortune of being introduced by Saville. It does seem unjust that those bands should be denied repeat appearance fees etc just because they shared a few seconds of screentime with a sexual deviant.

Just close your eyes whenever you hear... 'Now then, now then boys and gals'...

DVD Image: https://we.tl/t-6L2tep0TIY

Artwork: https://we.tl/t-jHnj2th0W9



Sex Pistols Review Marquee London 12th February 1976 (New Musical Express 21st February 1976)

 

If gig reviews could obtain iconic status then this would be in the top 10. Fifty years ago this month Neil Spencer writing for the New Musical Express gave Sex Pistols their first review in the 21st February issue. The review related to a gig that took place on 12th February at The Marquee Club on London's Wardour Street, the headliners on the night were Eddie & The Hot Rods, the support, Sex Pistols. As was often the case, through the band's shambolic stage antics rather than through musicality, Rotten and Co. stole the show. Spencer's review gave us two quotes which are still cited today, half a century on... 'Don't look over your shoulder, but the Sex Pistols are coming' and 'Actually, we're not into music.... We're into chaos'. These words were sufficiently stirring to prompt two soon to be Buzzcocks to venture down to London to see for themselves what fuss was afoot. Within months 'punk rock' began to establish itself as the 'new music' when a scene started to come together in London and Manchester.

I have to say that on Friday night the TV was on and as we often do we were watching BBC Four and repeats of old episodes of Top of the Pops. The year was 1976 and the musical offerings being aired were dismal, horrible and turgid. It is only when you see and hear just how bad most music was by 1976 that it becomes possible to understand the seismic impact that the arrival of the Pistols had on young people.

And finally, much was made at the time of the unsightliness of Rotten, but I tell you some of the bands performing on Friday's Top of the Pops could have given him a given him a good run for his money in the beauty stakes (or lack of it)!