I used to joke Crass was a lie and people only liked them because it was inspiring to hear Penny Rimbaud’s erudite and high-brow prose sung in a tough-guy, working class accent like Steve Ignorant’s.
I used to joke Crass was a lie and people only liked them because it was inspiring to hear Penny Rimbaud’s erudite and high-brow prose sung in a tough-guy, working class accent like Steve Ignorant’s. The Day the Country Died seemed to have reiterated this sentiment and so did this documentary. I was just kidding guys.
The truth is, Penny only wrote about half of Crass’s songs and although that includes “I Ain’t Thick, It’s Just a Trick,” Ignorant was not thick either. He wrote Crass classics like “Do They Owe Us a Living,” “So What?” and “Mother Love.” I think he plays up the Ignorant persona because it’s charming and it gets him what he wants, sort of like a coquettish blonde girl. Steve Ignorant was not a puppet. He was a puppeteer.
Since Crass, Iggs has done performance art and puppet shows (see?), and made weird things with stained glass, but my favorite non-Crass thing he’s ever done is his wood carvings. They’re all over Dial House today. Here are some of my favorites:
About everything at this house was found in a “skip” (the dumpsters you rent when you’re doing demolition–I bet Gee saw that orange rake head and thought, “That would go nice in Iggs smiling head sculpture.”) Doesn’t it look like a Gaham Wilson drawing?
This is what your insecurity looks like.
I usually hate when British people do ethnic stuff, especially African, but he pulled this off.
A guy kneeling down and peering between his hands. I have no idea what this means. Maybe he wants to see the world through vagina shapes?
The obesity epidemic is starting to take over Britain the way it took over America yet Buddha “keeps smiling his inimitable smile.”
And the winner is, cancer’s footless son, “Ratty” (I made that up).