PJ Proby

1986

Savoy Autotelic Records

PJS3

12"

Heroes
(Bowie/Eno)

B 33.3 rpm

The Waste Land
(Eliot)

The Passenger
(Pop/Gardiner)

Recorded in the UK at Suite 16, Rochdale, and The Pink Studio, Liverpool.
Mixed at The Pink Studio.

Heroes and both The Passenger available on the Savoy Sessions CD.

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"The motive force of the myth figure lies in its innate charisma, in its interpenetrating power to exact a magical, transcendental response. Its aura compels an orgiastic surge of inner life energy to relive in the life of the hero a personal drama, revealing powers that are demonic and wonderful. And in the end, a catharsis occurs, prophylactic and regenerative, restoring psychic balance and felicity, sunrise at the end of the dream."

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"As silent as a mirror is believed / Realities plunge in silence by..."

"Having released Tainted Love andLove Will Tear Us Apart , Britton intends Heroes to be their next single.

'We intentionally cut the song like an overblown military requiem. We did it this way—pompous, relentless and obtrusive—because when we got Proby into the studio to sing it we discovered that his young wife Allison had that very day left him and he was telling us, very abjectly, that this recording would be his last. He was intending to shoot Alison (whose folks own a gun shop) and then 'join his father in the sky' ''.

"A startling rendition of T S Eliot's The Waste Land over an Edgard Varèse electronic backing. With some extraordinary southern belle female impersonations thrown in by Proby for good measure."

"The best of Savoy's fascinating PJ Proby records is the most bizarre—on the B-side of Heroes PJ Proby not only reads out T S Eliot's The Waste Land, but recites Iggy Pop's Passenger, completely without backing. The result is bleak, sad and very frightening."

"PJ Proby is too rock'n'roll for The Last Resort. We're trying to get Tom Jones, who's safer. The only way Proby will get on our show is when he's dead. Bring us his corpse, then we'll put him on."

"Ghostly keyboards dragging on the shores of nowhere. Flip over for a sincere reading of T S Eliot's The Waste Land in a staggering range of voices."