So far in this special Rocktober Review, we’ve covered a number of releases by long-time acts who have made musical choices expected, unexpected, and unnoticeable1. Now it’s time for an album whose very existence causes all sorts of questions about band continuity, whether there’s merit in quitting, and, you know, finally getting a chance in the spotlight after years of sharing it.
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That’s right, it’s time to talk about the Buzzcocks.
Steve Diggle, the longest-tenured Buzzcock, has decided to keep the band rolling in the wake of the death of Pete Shelley, the band’s founding guitarist/songwriter, and their longest-serving singer. Whether this is a good idea is, I suppose, in the eye of the beholder, but the fact of a new Buzzcocks record’s existence, four years after Pete Shelley’s death, is certainly eyebrow-raising.
Formed at the very advent of punk rock, based out of Manchester, The Buzzcock’s initial run is the stuff that rock music dreams are made of. Founding a record label to release their initial release, a short EP that represents the very brief time that future Magazine leader Howard Devoto was the singer, they led the way for many other British bands to do the same. By actively getting the Sex Pistols to play Manchester, they established another punk rock foothold, and, almost as a side note, they made some of the best rock music ever to be made by humans.
Spiral Scratch (the aforementioned record with Howard Devoto) is probably the least of their first set of records – it’s an EP, it’s over quickly, Martin Hannett produced it but hasn’t figured out what he’s doing yet, and time has not been kind to it. It still manages a couple of things worthy of note. One is Howard Devoto himself, who was an incredible frontman, but who also, if the lyrics to “Boredom” are to be believed, was pretty much done with punk rock in 1976, when the song was written. The other is, of course, the guitar solo to “Boredom,” which, if you haven’t listened to it recently, you should treat yourself to. It’s the best guitar solo ever recorded.
Their first full-length album then, was Another Music From a Different Kitchen, and is the band in full flower, settled into the lineup that would carry them through to their initial breakup. There’s not a bad song on the record, and it’s germane to our purposes here to note that Steve Diggle wrote the best song on it, “Fast Cars”. A scant few months later, they released the follow-up, Love Bites, which actually charted fairly well, and features “Nostalgia”2, which is great, and the rare but majestic Buzzcocks instrumental, which is interesting, but not necessary. The third record, A Different Kind of Tension, shows the band mostly coming to a halt, three albums, an EP and some singles into it. It’s a great record, and establishes The Buzzcocks’ original run as one of the all-time greats. And none of those are the best Buzzcocks record.
2 which, weirdly, is one of the more-covered Buzzcocks songs
Talking about the Buzzcocks’ original run and, as a matter of course here, talking about their legacy, means stopping to take a moment to acknowledge Singles Going Steady. Released originally by IRS Records, SGS is, as the title implies, a collection of the A- and B-Sides of their eight singles. It is, therefore, a collection of sixteen of the best songs any rock band, punk or otherwise, has ever had to offer the world. If there were justice in the world, this would dethrone Hotel California3 as the biggest-selling record ever.
3 or Thriller, whichever is on top currently
It was, at the time of its release, the only Buzzcocks record available in America, as it was meant to introduce the band to America. The band, instead, broke up. During this break up, Diggle formed the dreadful Flag of Convenience with the Buzzcocks’ non-Pete Shelley guitar player, John Maher. They would also tour as Buzzcocks FOC, which seems shitty, and was not met with much approval. Then, after Shelley also wandered afield in the world of synth music, they reunited.
The Buzzcocks were trailblazers of punk rock, writing pop songs then playing them like a punk band, keeping melody and normal human emotions intact while not failing to appeal to people who wanted things loud and fast. They had also been excellent players, which was a noteworthy thing in the scorched-earth time of British Punk. Their final innovations, on the other hand, were somewhat more disappointing. Firstly, they became one of the first punk bands to create more material post-reunion than they did pre-reunion4, and their post-reunion material felt like it owed a lot more to the bands that the Buzzcocks had influenced than the Buzzcocks themselves.
4 they reunited in the early nineties, which was somewhat before the seemingly eternal cycle of reunion gravy-train riding that we’re in now
Their first reunion album, Trade Test, can sort of be seen as a warm-up; the subsequent albums are better, but basically in the same line. I’ve always sort of presumed that touring5 made the band better enough that All Set is not actively bad to listen to. If you get ahold of the Japanese version, now made easier thanks to The Internet, you can even hear Diggle’s songs on it, most of which were left off due to an error somewhere along the production way. They’re pretty good. The album is better for them.
5 they did, to their credit, tour like madmen
Then IRS records folded up, Steve Diggle largely abandoned the guitar, Pete Shelley remembered that a lot of his non-Buzzcocks material had been pretty electronics-heavy, and the result was Modern, in which the reunion lineup of The Buzzcocks does their best to sound like Magazine. It’s ill-advised, and, worst of all, uninteresting. Everyone didn’t need to leave and sound like Magazine, Howard Devoto had already done that6. Devoto co-wrote a couple of Buzzcocks songs on the next-one, their self-titled record, which I’ve always assumed was self-titled to remind people that this was, in some meaningful sense, still the same band. It probably wasn’t a reminder that anyone needed – it’s wildly uneven, although “Stars,” one of the songs that Howard Devoto co-wrote, is genuinely very good. They did, this time, remember to keep Steve Diggle’s songs on there. They’re fine.
6 in fact, without breaking up the band, Shelley and Devoto reconnected for the best record in the Buzzcocks family of products to come out during this period, the excellent Buzzkunst.
Then the band seems to lose their identity entirely. Flat-Pack Philosophy is one of the sleepier Buzzcocks records, and the final record to be made with their post-reunion lineup. Diggle wrote fully half the songs, but I don’t think the record is his fault. Half the rhythm section left before they played the Warped Tour (and let that stand as a monument to where the band was at this time), and the other half when they got home. By the time they got around to making The Way, eight years later7, I was pretty well out of the loop for all things ‘cocks, and didn’t ever listen to it until I started writing this. Diggle also wrote half the songs for that one, and, to his credit, there is no marked difference in quality between his and Shelley’s. What that level of quality may be I leave as an exercise for the listener8.
7 and, in fact, during the tenure of this website
8 or, if you read the footnotes, you can know: it’s bad.
In 2018, Pete Shelley died, and that was very sad. After a period of time, Diggle announced that the Buzzcocks would not, in fact, be packing it in, and that he was going to get some new Buzzcocks and keep the ball rolling. In 2020, he made good on his threat, and a new single appeared (which wasn’t very good), followed by an attendant EP (that wasn’t very good), and now, here, a record.
I suppose there’s no points for guess that it isn’t very good. There’s no real way to get around it. There is a sort of sound that comes with these “rock dudes get together and do it again” records, especially when there’s no real “again” to the proceedings9. It’s plagued records by much better bands, and it’s here. I’m not quite sure how to define it, except to say that it feels a lot less like a dude making the record he wants to make than like someone putting on a costume to look the way they used to look.
9 Diggle is the only person left who was in any incarnation of the band prior to The Way.
The music is devoid of the experimentation – or at least lack of sameness – of even the very latest Buzzcocks records, and has, basically, completed the band’s coasting into forgettable nothingness. “Nothingless World” almost works, despite a guitar riff that suggests that he’d also like to tell me what he likes about me. “Just Got to Let it Go” has kind of a cool piano part. “Can You Hear Tomorrow” has a pretty good riff. The rest of it just sort of…happens, with the exception of “Experimental Farm,” whose lyrics veer slightly from Diggle’s standard mode10 to imply that Mr. Diggle has got some extremely dodgy political beliefs11, although he doesn’t espouse them outright, so it’s entirely possible that he hasn’t got any.
10 which is banal and cliché-filled nearly to the point of humor
11 I will say here that one of the things that has always kept me out of camp Diggle is his joyful tendency to insist that Pete Shelley was not the bisexual man he claimed to be, but rather had been a confused kid. Fuck off, Diggle.
It all sorts of makes the central question here – whether this should be happening at all – somewhat murky. In the best version of the question, a public that has a relationship to a unit of human beings who made art is asking what that relationship requires. In the platonic, no-details version of the question, as in actual real life, there’s no way to stop Steve Diggle from doing whatever he wants, under whatever name that he’d like. It’s the way that it goes. The question of whether he should have seems, to me, to sort of include its own retribution: by continuing the Buzzcocks name, he’s definitely inviting annoyance and negative criticism galore, which would have been obviated had he just called this The Steve Diggle Exprience or some shit. Hell, it’s got as many members in common as Flag of Convenience, the answer was staring him in the face. He could’ve gotten a band together that used to pretend to be the Buzzcocks anyway.
But that’s how it is for everybody12 – even bands that don’t break up have to navigate the waters of people either not wanting them to do what they’re doing, or wanting them to only ever do what they’re doing, forever. There’s no obviously correct answer, because there isn’t a right or wrong way to be an artist.
12 minus the Flag of Convenience stuff which, thankfully, is limited to Steve Diggle
When I started this piece, I thought I was going to get down to the brass tacks of figuring out what someone owed an audience, or a former bandmate, or whatever, but I’m brought up against the fact that those are, generally, artistic concerns, and for this kind of second-reunion, post-death version of a band, those aren’t the conditions that govern their existence. I made a joke a couple of paragraphs ago about reviving Flag of Convenience, but the answer to why he didn’t do so is plain: there’s no money in it.
I suppose there is a world in which Steve Diggle is delusional enough to believe that this set of nothing-special songs is somehow a valuable and necessary part of The Buzzcocks body of work13, and maybe that’s this word, but I don’t believe that it is. I think, in times uncertain, and circumstances that are getting bleaker seemingly by the hour, Steve Diggle figured out how to be more financially secure, and did so with this business. I don’t fault him, and I don’t particularly care – I never have to think about this album again after I write this, and I probably won’t. He’s done no harm to “Fast Cars” or “Autonomy,” let alone any of the songs he didn’t write, and if he gets what he wants out of this, then fine.
13 a body of work that hasn’t been meaningfully added to in more but the most marginal sense since 1979
But, you know, it’s bad and he probably shouldn’t have, because I can’t imagine it’s going to have done him, or the band he insists is his, any favors.
Ah, well.