{"id":7054,"date":"2013-08-06T20:35:01","date_gmt":"2013-08-06T19:35:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/?p=7054"},"modified":"2021-04-14T18:20:39","modified_gmt":"2021-04-14T17:20:39","slug":"vomitoria-part-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/vomitoria-part-1\/","title":{"rendered":"Vomitoria &#8211; Reminisces of Mark F from Part 1"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/i192.photobucket.com\/albums\/z149\/pengy1966\/KYPPP1_zps73d95519.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"452\" height=\"640\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #800000;\"><b>CHOKING ON ONE\u2019S OWN \u2018VOMITORIA\u2019:\u00a0 A RECOLLECTION<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Late Spring nineteen eighty two:\u00a0 Aside from the mock-serious business of the cruel, monastic preparations of self-denial, rigorous psycho-gymnastics that members of the \u2018popular\u2019, \u2018anarcho-punk\u2019 combo known as \u2018PART 1\u2019 were undertaking, in lieu of their forthcoming recording for the legendary vinyl E.P. \u2018Funeral Parade\u2019, it seemed\u00a0 also that more \u2018off-message\u2019 musical\/art projects were quietly gestating in a new, twisted flowering&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Robert Leith, a \u2018skin and stools man\u2019, had recently undertaken the recording of a \u2018solo\u2019 cassette album, \u2018Mongo Chutney\u2019;\u00a0 Mark F, not to be out done in the \u2018creative genius\u2019 stakes, had set his jaw likewise, producing a C90 ill-adventure called \u2018Dog City\u2019.\u00a0 Na\u00efve in extremis, this \u2018lost classic\u2019 conveyed a mordant low-fi strum-slum, somewhere betwixt Bowies\u2019 \u2018Diamond Studded Canines\u2019 and the \u2018UK Decay\/Pneumania\u2019 split single.\u00a0 Yes, quite an oddity\u2026but even greater oddities of audio were set to follow!<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/G_I5ePO2zgQ\" width=\"560\" height=\"314\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>ONKER audio download <a href=\"https:\/\/www.mediafire.com\/file\/08zqhtomefs68mh\/ONKER+RMX.mp3\/file\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><span style=\"color: #800000;\"><strong>HERE<\/strong><\/span><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\u2018ONKER THE DWARF\u2019,\u00a0 a deftly experimental, self-proclaimed \u2018killer concept cassette album\u2019, beginning protean life on the C90 \u2018Memorex\u2019 label, was an audio collaboration between Mark F and Robert Leith, seeing\u00a0 limited \u2018day release\u2019 on the long bygone imprint \u2018Semen Tapes\u2019, irksome cassette sibling to the then growing, dark vinyl empire of \u2018Paraworm Records\u2019.<\/p>\n<p>Truth be told, \u2018ONKER\u2019, with its moody abstractions of\u00a0 deranged baby cries, looping flanged echoes and bashing piano chords (some stretching past the fifteen minute mark) presented rather a \u2018listening challenge\u2019 to the dullard auricles of the punkoid mass.\u00a0 Already beset by some vast collective of irritated cochlea, wax-thick, irrevocably damaged, nay CLOSED but to the most formulaic, obvious \u2018shout-ie shout-ie shout-ie\u2019, it was an audience guaranteed none too receptive, nor enthusiastic, to such \u2018subtle influence\u2019\u2026 making it fair to say its reception was\u2026\u2018mixed\u2019.<\/p>\n<p>The recording of \u2018ONKER THE DWARF\u2019 had followed close on the kicking heels of my then recent brush with the Queens\u2019 authorities at \u00a0Royal Mail.\u00a0 This hysterical episode, over an \u2018obscene\u2019 drawing of Jesus Christ in receipt of fellatio by a giant centipede, had featured on an envelope I\u2019d mailed through the post, this being subsequently confiscated and destroyed. \u00a0Yes, tawdry stuff, and in truth, little more than a public schoolboy\u2019s approximation of Felicien Rops, scrawled in biro on the back of a lavatory door.\u00a0 But the threat of prosecution had been enough.\u00a0 Enough to convince me to render such meanderings INSIDE the envelope\u2026hence:<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/i192.photobucket.com\/albums\/z149\/pengy1966\/KYPPPO_zps2875593c.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"453\" height=\"640\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/i192.photobucket.com\/albums\/z149\/pengy1966\/KYPPPO1_zpsa267d1b8.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"456\" height=\"640\" \/><\/p>\n<p>\u2018VOMITORIA\u2019 arrived on paper rather like a skin eruption!\u00a0 Please note: often, with the application of various \u2018sensible\u2019 creams and \u2018serious\u2019 unguents, any \u2018rash\u2019 will settle down, often deceptively, ultimately seeming to calm itself.\u00a0 But in this instance, restive in the flesh, \u2018VOMITORIA\u2019 would ALWAYS return, more florid and deranged than the time previous, bravely expressing itself, unbridled at that barely visible, mysterious juncture between pen and paper, writing anew.<\/p>\n<p>Irreverent, possibly even irrelevant, \u2018VOMITORIA\u2019, the self-proclaimed \u2018magazine that dares to treat YOU differently\u2019, grew in some semi-conscious part as mocking reaction to the moribund, photocopied sloth that often found its way through my mail slot: fanzines demanding free demo cassettes, interviews, artworks, all for inclusion in their supposed \u2018next issue\u2019. \u00a0This mortifying stream, typified by cruddy \u2018eh-fore-eh-wot?\u2019 sheets, littered with an endless, stencil gram \u00a0parade of predictable, second-hand slogans and yawn some reviews, had come to form the lazy totality of a \u2018zine scene\u2019.\u00a0 Infact, all the crap I myself had been guilty of excreting months earlier in the thankfully short lived drab, \u2018Hateful Solitude\u2019!<\/p>\n<p>Like some ill-gained basterd child, cross-born out of some bone-deep admiration for the classic D.C. comics title \u2018Plop\u2019, the \u2018Skywald\u2019 horror magazines of the early \u2018seventies and, of course, \u2018Mad\u2019 magazine, \u2018VOMITORIA\u2019 trod a queasy path, gladly avoiding all the yawn some pratfalls that littered the all-too-predictable pages of the \u2018anarcho zine\u2019.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/i192.photobucket.com\/albums\/z149\/pengy1966\/KYPPPO2_zpsf302862d.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"454\" height=\"640\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/i192.photobucket.com\/albums\/z149\/pengy1966\/KYPPPO3_zps4701bb18.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"455\" height=\"640\" \/><\/p>\n<p>True, it was the work of one hand.\u00a0 But that hand tried to convey, gathering from the corridors and shadowy annals of an eighteen year old brain,\u00a0 an impression that its brief, intimate pages of A6 were the caustic scribble of a number of \u2018artistes\u2019.\u00a0 A gathering of \u2018talents\u2019, an irksome \u2018stable of vomiteurs\u2019 if you like, each of a differing graphic style.<\/p>\n<p>Poor deluded fool\u2026eighteen year old fool\u2026just who the fuck were you anyway?<\/p>\n<p>Of its contents, benchmarks were set from the off.\u00a0 Bemusing, troubling, but always carrying some vestige of sardonic charm, we see a self-portrait of the artist as a spikey-haired, discombobulated head, a pool of dark inky blood gathering from the neck stump, out toward a hopelessly grasping severed arm; then a comic vision of male genitalia, sprouting some mutant, sentient appendage, an independent growth finally able to vocalise, \u201cOi mate, have you got ten pence?\u201d,an utterance, implicit with violent threat, long familiar as barked by many a skinhead in ones\u2019 direction;\u00a0 and \u00a0naturally, graphic variants of a quasi-horror-tragi-romantic musing on the supposed \u2018necrophilia question\u2019.<\/p>\n<p>One can only wildly guess at the heinous literary import of the \u2018Laurel and Hardy Murders\u2019, being grateful perhaps that such a perverse narrative of ill-comfort did not stretch beyond its spare, solitary episode of what appears to be some unwholesome act of weird mummification and a gallows hanging.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/i192.photobucket.com\/albums\/z149\/pengy1966\/KYPPPO4_zps363e63b2.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"454\" height=\"640\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/i192.photobucket.com\/albums\/z149\/pengy1966\/KYPPPO5_zps088c7439.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"454\" height=\"640\" \/><\/p>\n<p>There were those who did champion its \u2018cause\u2019 and were admirers.\u00a0 Amongst this modest number were Sir Nickolas de Penile, who used to masticate it regularly between his redoubtable, discriminating jaws; Dan \u2018Anti-Christ\u2019 Mac Intyre, another prolific \u2018stool and skins\u2019 man, then of The Apostles punk group, ultimately having the unique honour of seeing his own artistic rip-roar, \u2018The Adventures of Rodney \u2018The Laff\u2019 Cazzolini\u2019 published in \u2018VOMITORIA VOLUME THREE\u2019, and of course, Mr. Richard Crow, a resident of North London, who became both \u2018VOMITORIA\u2019 neophyte and publishing house groupie.<\/p>\n<p>These pages often ranged from buttock-clenching \u2018Death to the Family\u2019 graphic rants of \u00a0quasi-porno-juvenilia, to more dreamy, relaxed, hippy-sphincter, \u2018pastoral\u2019 moments of withered skeletal trees, cemeteries, lonely hill tops squat with the odd, seated, pensive silhouette, stole in part from a lengthy, guilty, and very secret admiration for the meditative \u2018seventies art of Roger Dean.\u00a0 Surely a hanging offence in anybody\u2019s\u2019\u00a0 book ?<\/p>\n<p>Format wise, \u2018VOMITORIA\u2019 was melded from two sides of A4 zexored sheet, glued and folded, often slipped in to the packages of the lucky few as an uncalled for \u2018freebie\u2019 item, there amongst some mailed cassette order.\u00a0 To compliment this, a modest number found their way to the Autonomy Centre and West London\u2019s\u2019 Moonlight Club, all thanks to Mr. Richard Crow.\u00a0 Always a reputable and supportive figure, possessed of a discriminating and adventurous palate, Richard had seemingly taken the role of admirer, advocate and \u2018head of distribution\u2019, though its doubtful he knew it at the time\u2026as I probably never mentioned it. For my part, I simply had the desire to literally just \u2018throw it\u2019 at people, to have them physically struck by \u2018VOMITORIA\u2019, to stumble, recover their senses, fall over again, then look at the blasted thing.\u00a0 Of course, these were halcyon days, long before the enamelled jackboots and stultifying heels of current health and safety legislation, so I suppose anything then may have been possible\u2026if at all.<\/p>\n<p>Noticed amongst a final panel of \u2018acknowledgements\u2019, a regular feature on the back page of \u2018VOMITORIA\u2019,\u00a0 comes what purports to be \u2018a word from our sponsors\u2019.\u00a0 Infact, it is nothing less than genuine text, clipped from that most dreaded of black-letter of those past times, being the brusque, no-nonsense call into the offices of the local DHSS to explain, \u2018under-pain-of-death\u2019, ones\u2019 long sojourn on public funded unemployment benefit.<\/p>\n<p>Being of the \u2018long term\u2019 and having never held a \u2018job\u2019, its fair to say that, after three years, I had no-doubt come to represent rather a \u2018challenge\u2019 to the local job finding team, these unwelcome missives appearing with alarming, monotonous regularity through the mail slot.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/i192.photobucket.com\/albums\/z149\/pengy1966\/KYPPPO6_zpsb96e156e.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"457\" height=\"640\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/i192.photobucket.com\/albums\/z149\/pengy1966\/KYPPPO7_zps84312efd.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"462\" height=\"640\" \/><\/p>\n<p>There was little to compare, by virtue of sheer fright power, with its implicit ability to oppress, or gravely darken the day, than the arrival of\u00a0 this small, sinister manila envelope with the murky grey tracery of its paper window.\u00a0 Never good news, real consternation was sure to follow as, yet again, some pen-pushing, busy-body arsehole had decided that it was their sole mission, their soul-calling, to find and threaten you with that most terrifying of prospect:\u00a0 EMPLOYMENT.<\/p>\n<p>Indeed, many the time I recall swapping a tearful \u2018tea and sympathy\u2019 conference call between myself and Sir Nickolas de Penile, shivering light-weights both, traumatised and depressed by the prospect of further DHSS thumbscrews and E.C.T.\u00a0 The puzzle was how to, yet and yet again, explain these lengthy, unwarranted periods of \u2018unemployment\u2019.\u00a0 Eventually, the death squads were called off as they realised each case was utterly hopeless\u2026until the next time at least.\u00a0 In truth, it was the only mail of concern and interest that the \u2018offices\u2019 of \u2018VOMITORIA\u2019 ever received!<\/p>\n<p>After four utterly fun packed and fruitful issues, \u2018VOMITORIA\u2019 decided to go big, massive infact, stretching its single, slightly atrophied muscle to A4 dimensions.\u00a0 In truth\u2026a complete sell out!\u00a0 But, thankfully, \u00a0there was little to fear in terms of some imaginary loss of integrity.\u00a0 Simply this: because the publication flipped over onto the twist of a recalcitrant, warped spine and promptly DIED.\u00a0 YES.\u00a0 DIED.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/i192.photobucket.com\/albums\/z149\/pengy1966\/KYPPPO8_zps1bd1ea37.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"451\" height=\"640\" \/><\/p>\n<p>In true rock \u2018n\u2019 roll style this paper-trace gurgled, chucked and choked on its own febrile vomit. But, before pennies-on-the-eyes, a single paste-up of \u2018VOMITORIA VOLUME FIVE\u2019 was miraculously produced.\u00a0 A cover, presenting a beaming facial disfiguration, derived in part from a magazine clipped portrait of none other than Diana Ross, beleaguered beneath by some obscure textural quote from Dame David Bowie, his most royal-male-self no less.\u00a0 Yes, \u2018VOMITORIA\u2019 had sold out, perhaps\u2026soul-led out\u2026but\u2026thankfully\u2026gratefully\u2026IT WAS FINALLY DEAD.\u00a0 AND YOU KILLED IT.\u00a0 ALL OF YOU.<\/p>\n<p>From po-faced, to poe-faced toward poo-faced, \u2018VOMITORIA\u2019 dared to carry a new kind of questioning, faecal flow into the spike-haired mind-lavatories of the day.\u00a0 Yes, it may have dared, it may have trod a path none had thought a great deal of before, or even cared to, but was it taken any notice of ?\u00a0 ANY ?\u00a0 The short answer is \u2018no\u2019.\u00a0 The slightly longer answer would be \u2018absolutely not\u2019.\u00a0 But who gives a fuck?\u00a0 NOW THAT\u2019S PUNK ROCK.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #800000;\"><strong>Ferelli &#8211; August 2013<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Kill Your Pet Puppy are indebted to Mark F for sharing this material, for writing the essay and for letting Kill Your Pet Puppy have this &#8216;exclusive&#8217; on the blog!<\/p>\n<p>The images of the issues of Vomitoria may also be viewed in the Kill Your Pet Puppy photo archive folder &#8216;Vomitoria Mark F&#8217; <a href=\"http:\/\/s208.photobucket.com\/user\/killyourpetpuppy\/library\/Vomitoria%20Mark%20F?sort=9&amp;page=1\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><span style=\"color: #800000;\"><strong>HERE<\/strong><\/span><\/a><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/i192.photobucket.com\/albums\/z149\/pengy1966\/KYPPP12_zps30724391.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"452\" height=\"640\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><strong>Part 1 will be performing at Rebellion Festival in Blackpool <span class=\"userContent\">on the Bizarre Bazaar stage at the PAVILION on Saturday 10th August alongside Andy T, The Astronauts, Hagar The Womb, Zounds, The Mob, <span class=\"text_exposed_show\">Decadent Few, A Headz, Lost Cherries and Citizen Fish. Stage times and ticketing details <span style=\"color: #800000;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.rebellionfestivals.com\/bands\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><span style=\"color: #800000;\">HERE<\/span><\/a><\/span><br \/>\n<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><strong>On the 29th August Part 1 will be performing at The Buffalo Bar, 259 Upper Street, Highbury Corner, London N1 (flyer above and heading this post)<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><strong>For further information on anything to do with Part 1 the official Facebook page can be found<\/strong><\/span> <a href=\"https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/PART.1.OFFICIAL?ref=ts&amp;fref=ts\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><span style=\"color: #800000;\"><strong>HERE<\/strong><\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>CHOKING ON ONE\u2019S OWN \u2018VOMITORIA\u2019:\u00a0 A RECOLLECTION Late Spring nineteen eighty two:\u00a0 Aside from the mock-serious business of the cruel, monastic preparations of self-denial, rigorous psycho-gymnastics that members of the \u2018popular\u2019, \u2018anarcho-punk\u2019 combo known as \u2018PART 1\u2019 were undertaking, in lieu of their forthcoming recording for the legendary vinyl E.P. \u2018Funeral Parade\u2019, it seemed\u00a0 also [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7054","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-letter-from-the-editor"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7054","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7054"}],"version-history":[{"count":18,"href":"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7054\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10555,"href":"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7054\/revisions\/10555"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7054"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7054"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7054"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}