“Five Thirty are a
blissed out, centrifuged guitar pop trio. Every song, and they’ve got more than
they know what to do with, rushes at you with hot, sweaty, power.” Sounds, 1990
In
Brett Anderson’s recent memoir, Coal Black Mornings, he writes how a fledging
Suede attended gigs at the University of London Union to watch “now forgotten,
marginal bands like Five Thirty” and “drench ourselves in the giddy world of
dry ice and the squeal of feedback, the press of bodies and the thrill of
noise”. One can debate the contradiction
of recalling something now forgotten, bristle at Brett’s use of marginal, but
his description of Five Thirty as they exploded onto the live music scene in 1990
is on the money.
Placing
them at the ULU is significant too as it was there during a Friday afternoon
showcase organised by their friend Jon Leslie-Smith, a member of the student
union, the band lit the fuse for a record company bidding war. Gary Crowley,
then doing A&R for Island, recently said he thought all his Christmases and
birthdays had come at once due to the band “sounding like a cross between The
Jam and The Stones Roses”.
Island
eventually lost out to East-West and during the following 18 months Tara Milton
(vocals/bass), Paul Bassett (vocals/guitar) and Phil Hopper (drums/vocals)
released five singles (most consider them EPs as the three or four tracks on
every 12 inch were essential), an album and played a continuous string of electrifying
live shows. A formidable and versatile act, blessed with two gifted songwriters
in Tara and Paul, they then shot themselves in the foot by carelessly losing
drummer Phil, then hobbled along for the best part of a stuttering and mostly
silent year before being quietly to put to sleep. It was a strange end; a band
whose star burned so brightly, fading away, almost unnoticed.
Five
years before ‘Abstain’, then as The 5:30!, they were a second-tier Mod band.
Young and inexperienced they played on a few Mod bills, most notably Clacton
Mod Rally and the Mod-Aid Alldayer in Walthamstow and released their ‘Catcher
In The Rye’ EP. Few would have predicted of all the Mod bands knocking around
in ’85 it would be they who’d subsequently achieve a degree of commercial
success and create a collection of recordings that still hold up today. No band
has made an album I’ve listened to as often as Bed.
Only
Tara Milton remained from that early Mod incarnation but it’s important to note
here Tara’s schoolfriend Chris Drew, who tirelessly championed his mates from
the start, sending off introductory articles to the network of often
unforgiving Modzines and ran the grandly named 5:30 Information Service. Chris
remained a constant in the band for the rest of his life: designing record
sleeves, logos, backdrops, painting guitars and being a creative confidant.
Fast
forward to 2018 and Tara Milton – baker boy cap jauntily placed, vintage
Adidas, old Jam badge on his lapel – is sat opposite me in a pub down the road
from the Small Faces’ former home in Pimlico talking about releasing his debut solo
album, Serpentine Waltz, on Steve Marriott’s birthday. It’s a wonderful record
that is quite rightly receiving across-the-board rave reviews. Cinematic,
literate, disconcerting; a series of vignettes from the darkest corners of city
life. After discussing the record (see piece in Shindig magazine) we turned our
attention to Five Thirty.
What
follows is an in-depth look at the band; grab a cuppa and a biscuit, make time
for it. Enormous thanks to Tara for his patience at my probing – I can’t lie, I
was borderline obsessed with Five Thirty, traipsing around the country nearly
25 times, cutting out every mention I’d find the music press – and his
thoughtfulness and candidness in his replies. It sometimes felt these were
memories that had lay dormant until I came poking around but it’s a story that
hasn’t been told before.
Read the interview at Modculture.
Read the interview at Modculture.
Serpentine
Waltz is out now and available from taramilton.co.uk
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