Marillion

[woodrot]

Sublimey talented prog rock ground breakers or a load of old shite ?

[TopTree]

I?ve no idea what you?re post is about. Are you just seeking attention?

[woodrot]

cool story bro'

[El Pibe]

I loved them when I was fourteen, but I'm leaning towards pile of old shite in retrospect.

[El Pibe]

Fish isn't dead is he?

[Ted Max]

Somebody's given this quite a bit of thought, just recently.

http://thequietus.com/articles/11897-marillion-script-for-a-jester-s-tear-anniversary

"The end result is not ideal: the harlequin affectations and meandering frilliness of British prog, delivered like a can of piss hurled into the back of your head."

"I'm certain ? albeit for no particular reason ? that Fish is a really nice bloke, and not for the first time I feel like I'm chucking an old teddy bear onto the landfill."

[StraferJack]

was never a fan myself, but I thought that Quietus article was a great read

This other article, by Fish himself, is also well worth reading for anyone interested in the economics of touring at his current level

http://fishheadsclub.com/2013/01/29/touring/

[El Pibe]

blimey, and some!!

That was uncomfortably like looking into a mirror made of words,especially as he's a bit of a wazzock.

[El Pibe]

"The band lock into that galloping, clippety-clop prog rock groove, somewhere in between Riverdance and a super-wack version of the Doctor Who theme, and Fish rewrites The Lord's Prayer, which of course always works really well in pop songs."

:)

[Jeremy]

I liked "Kayleigh", when my mum bought me Now That's What I Call Music 5 (also featuring "Axel F", and Rory Bremner's version of "19"). But I was 8 years old at the time.

Obviously in hindsight, it is - along with the rest of their output - a steaming pile of soft rock turd.

[El Pibe]

interesting read sj, it's a tough gig for sure, no pun intended.

A bit bonkers you have to pay the PRS when playing your own songs.

[Jeremy]

Tough gig, yeah. But plenty of places where he could cut back on expenses... he's probably still stuck in a "big band" mentality, even though he's now playing to a few hundred people. e.g. bringing your own lighting guy and backline tech on tour is just not necessary at this level of touring.

[Mick Mac]

I wonder how much he kept from the ?4.99 I spent on Misplaced Childhood in the 1980s. I liked that album but by the time Kayleigh became a single I became pretty sick of hearing it. I think I still am, thats what overplaying does to a decent song, you never get it back.

[????]

Absolute garbage. For that crap to re-emerge relatively near to punk was at the time deeply worrying but of course it proved just a random spike of' WTF was that all about?'

[*Bob*]

They would have got 10p-15p for every album sold at full price. They had stingy deal which they were locked into for several albums.

To quote Creme Brulee.. 'it's a shit business'

[Mick Mac]

???? Wrote:

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> Absolute garbage.

You are so disagreeable recently. You should see someone about that.

[MrBen]

ok so I've genuinely met Fish (several times) and can confirm he is officially a very nice bloke and massively down to earth. He's also about 7 ft tall. He was a neighbour of ours back in a land of golden barley fields, beyond Hadrians wall.

Some (but not al) of his solo stuff is in fact pretty decent.

[woodrot]

derek is indeed a nice bloke- lives up near berwick innit?

[MrBen]

Best to omit the harlequins /Ulysses stuff though.

[MrBen]

Close woody, at the time he lived just along from Boggs Holdings on the Haddington road.

[woodrot]

thats it, haddington.

[MrBen]

That's the first ever mention of Haddington on the East Dulwich forum I can wager. It feels like a special moment.

[Mick Mac]

My wife's sister lives in Haddington. Just thought you'd like to know....

[Ted Max]

Strange/lovely place, East Lothian.

Ragged sandstone keeps and castles spike flat, blood-soaked fields that gentry-farmers reap so they can send their large-toothed sons up to Belhaven, Loretto and Sandhurst.

Audi-driving Edinburgh commuters flash past lost islands of ex-mining, two-buses-a-day, pebble-dashed misery.

Hungry seagulls rail at the North Sea all along the golf coast.

Not surprise Mr Dick got a bit...introspective at times. That and all the drucks, obvs.

[Jah Lush]

A poor man's Genesis. Bag-a-shite.