I'm not going to tell you about a band...I'm not going to tell you about a band...
Let me tell you about a band. They're called
Spy Versus Spy. They don't have a lineup. They don't have a genre. They don't have a video on MTV. You will probably never hear them on the radio. Spy Versus Spy is a right of passage. They're the kind of band that you only discover by going through your older sister's record collection or flipping through old xeroxed copies of Dirty Girls. Butch Vig steals their production tricks. BT samples their vocals. PJ Harvey covers them for John Peel on the BBC. When rock critics sneer at the state of modern music, they judiciously add "except possibly Spy Verus Spy." They're an electronic act that sings the blues, an industrial love song, punks with cellos and violins blazing.
The first time I heard of SVS, I was in a comic book shop. Have I mentioned that I was a painfully shy fourteen year-old? Must I describe the black sweaters, oversized and unraveling? The clunky Doc Martens? I was trying very hard to find myself. Unfortunately, I was a little unclear on the difference between myself and Death from Neil Gaiman's
Sandman. Like every other fourteen year-old girl, I had a crush. His name was Craig. He worked behind the counter at the comic book shop. He had tribal tattoos all over his back, spikey hair, and leopard-print creepers. Today he had a package.
What is it?
It's
Crocodile Clock, Dan B's solo project from before Spy Versus Spy. It's got the bass player from Only the Dead Know Brooklyn and David Din doing vocals. The damn thing was out of print for years, but now Sinless records is re-releasing it.
Oh.
If the name dropping of obscure musicians was an Olympic event, Craig could have taken the gold medal. I nodded as if some part of that made sense to me. This was a special album. Rare. Hard to get. It was an excuse to stand very close to him and wonder what kind of shampoo he used. I let him lend me everything that Dan B. or Siobhan O. had ever worked on. I listened to the whole Spy Versus Spy catalogue. I copied bootlegs and Peel Sessions. I followed the output of 4AD, SVS, Sinless Records, and Metropolis. I said things like "You can really see the influence Stephen Merritt's work with SVS had on the new Future Bible Heroes album." I copied the lyrics to
Perfectly Still in my notebook when I wanted to pretend I was taking notes in class.
My crush moved away, but the albums stayed. SVS led me off the beaten path into a world of musicans who never became rock stars, artists dedicated to the craft of making music. I look forward to hearing people complain that music has lost its magic for them. That's my queue, see. That's when I say
Just wait till you hear this.