This Heat
This Is/RER
USA
emusic
by Simon Reynolds
by Simon Reynolds
This Heat
are regarded as one of the archetypal post-punk vanguard outfits, Which they were, but the fact is that
this South London trio were just as much a post-psychedelic band, with audible roots in the UK’s progressive
underground of the early Seventies. In 1975, even as Patti Smith and the
Ramones released their debuts, This Heat’s drummer/vocalist Charles Hayward was
playing in Quiet Sun, a jazz-rock combo led by Roxy guitarist Phil Manzanera. This Heat’s slogan was "All possible
processes. All channels open. 24 hours alert" and those first two sentiments could easily
have been endorsed by proggy weirdos like Van Der Graaf Generator, Gong, or
Can. But the third plank of that mini-manifesto marked This Heat as true
contemporaries of Scritti Politti and The Pop Group, its
totally-wired tone of paranoid vigilance tapping into the atmosphere of
tension and dread that suffused the late Seventies.
Political
anguish-- fears of nuclear armageddon, of a right-wing backlash reversing the
gains of the Sixties, of an emerging police state--suffused This Heat’s music,
creating a vibe a world away from the whimsical meander of pre-punk noodlers
like Soft Machine. Nonetheless you can still hear This Heat’s proggy past come
through on their self-titled 1979 debut in the Robert Wyatt-like plaintiveness
and Englishness of Hayward’s vocals and the undisguised virtuosity of his
drumming, as well as in the group’s tell-tale penchant for disjointed
structures. More postpunk DIY-noisy in spirit and sound are the contributions
of Gareth Williams, a non-musican who supplied jarring blurts and abstract
smears using broken-down instruments, effects-pedals, and a primitive form
of sampling involving tape loops. This Heat could be propulsively, even
convulsively rhythmic: the eerie percussive timbres and frenetic beats of “24
Track Loop” offers an astonishing audio-prophecy of 90s drum’n’bass, while
"Horizontal Hold" cuts from blistering feedback, to a timebomb
tick-tock of Cold War skank, to an abrasive funk-scrabble, But the group were
equally effective making a kind of ambient music, albeit of a decidedly
non-tranquilising sort. "Not Waving" sounds like Wyatt languishing in
a dungeon where the rats scuttle morosely over the keys of a decrepit
harmonium.
“Late-prog”,
“post-punk”---either way you slice it, This
Heat is a category-collapsing classic.
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