In The West, In The West, In The West
Buster & Zero, Onehunga,
before the Marcellin gig
After the debacle of the Auckland University gig the Suburban Reptiles took a brief break to regroup. Des Edwards left, or at least they left him, as he’d really been an odd fit with the others. He later that year turned up in Junk, headed by Craccum (the Auckland University student mag) editor Frank Stark (now head of the NZ Film Archive), which allegedly grew out of something called Grand Cremande (who nobody actually remembers seeing but got a lot of press..in Craccum).
Kim Smith and Trish Johnson also retired as backing vocalists, both being rather redundant. So the band, after one aborted gig was drummerless and we held a variety of auditions after I placed an ad in the NZ Herald. One stands out, a 15 year old in a basement in Buckland’s Beach, whose clearly indulgent parents had bought him a no-expense spared top of the line drum kit with all the extras. And he could play Zep’s Moby Dick soullessly note perfect but little else. We passed, and despaired that we would ever find a drummer. And one that understood.
Enter Mark Hough.
Jimmy and Zero found Buster Stiggs, as he soon became, after a brief moment as Buzz Adrenalin (but he'll always be Buzz to us) in Queen Street. They simply started talking to him and he asked if he could join. Mark had serious rock connections to Auckland royalty, notably Split Enz. He was an art student who lived in the same house in bohemian Grafton’s Park Ave, where various Enz and Enz-clan lived, and had previously played in a band called After Hours, which featured Neil Finn, pre-Enz (I’d seen them supporting Enz at The Uni Café in 1976).
More than that he could actually find the skin of a drum, keep a reasonable rhythm, looked the part, and had access to all the Enz practice equipment, recently left behind after the band had struck out for Australia and the UK. So overnight The Suburban Reptiles had 1) a drummer, 2) gear and, 3) a practice room in Mark’s flat to replace the one in Ponsonby Terrace which was having neighbour issues.
The band reconvened to quickly knock out a set which not only included the songs the band had played pre-Mark, but an increasing number of originals written by Buster, Jimmy Joy and Billy Planet.
Slightly embarrassing, but what the hell
A few photos and recordings of the first of those rehearsals have survived (and one is on the main Reptiles page). The recording is way too rough to make it beyond private listening sessions (I recorded them, without the necessary skills, on my father’s home-made reel to reel) but surprising in that it was pretty confident in it’s originals, which form the core. The Suburban Reptiles were, unlike every NZ punk or punk inspired band until mid ‘78, more about original music rather than the standard fare of covers that filled most bands’ set lists. And by that time, as Jimmy explains, the gulf was even wider. So, band, gear, and songs. But no gig.
The chance of getting a gig in a mainstream venue was almost non-existent, although I was trying. Shortly after Buster joined, I’d hopefully lodged the band with the premier booking agency in Auckland, Benny Levin’s, as an urban blues band, whatever that was (the punk tabloid thing was just breaking in Auckland so it seemed like the only way in was to try and subvert somehow, to go under whatever taste radar, or lack thereof, these agencies might try and employ to keep us out).
This led to the first paying gig, but before that the increasingly coherent punk band, with about 10 songs in their set, were offered a private showing.
In West Auckland, beyond the built-up bounds of the city, as it was then, the band were invited to play a fab private party. The party, the host of which I this far back I have no hope of recalling, was extraordinarily hip and was filled with the beautiful and the arty..the designers, the advertising creatives, professional artists, filmmakers and their retinue….
The Suburban Reptiles were hired as some sort of a mix between a curiosity act and something hip that the crowd with aspirations thought it should perhaps be into (the first UK shock headlines were starting to filter through to the colonies by now).
They were happy to oblige.
Jimmy, Massey, May1977
There were, I guess, about one or two hundred milling around (although I made a point of inflating the number to 400 in the first Reps press release, and this number was thus eagerly reported in a Sunday Paper a few weeks later) and it was in full joyful swing when The Suburban Reptiles began with their inevitable eins, zwei, drei, vier into their liberally interpreted wall-of-noise interpretation of (parts of) Jagger-Richard’s Sympathy For The Devil, followed by Roxy’s Editions of You, and their own Coup D’etat.
That’s about all it took, and the cacophony of undisciplined noise sent them all running. Three songs, maybe four and there were ten of us left.
I don’t think any of us would claim to be unhappy with the result.
The next gig, a week or so later was no less chaotic but the crowd was more user friendly.
The annual Elam Fine Arts School Ball was, and I guess still is, a major event on the Auckland Arts Calendar, and its bands tended to be, over the years, the likes of Split Ends (as they were then) and Space Waltz, i.e. arty bands who saw themselves on some sort of edge. Thus it was a natural fit for The Suburban Reptiles, with at least three members being fine-arts students over the years. The gig was captured on film by Gray Nichols and sits in the NZ Film Archive, with restoration underway. What the film perhaps didn’t capture, or maybe it did, was the demolition of the large cake, and much of the rest of the room by to-be-rather-famous painter Dean Buchanan dressed, notoriously as he often was, in a Nazi uniform. The set was short and to the point.
The Angel Mine Party
June 16th, 1977 saw the first major Auckland punk gig. The Scavengers had been playing a few gigs here and there but this was the first time the two bands, with the newly discovered Masochists, from West Auckland (we’d been walking down K Rd and heard a noise from a room above some shops and went up to investigate..this was to be their first gig) had were to formally play a dedicated showcase as such.
David Blyth, my old school buddy and the guy who’d been instrumental in the formation of The Suburban Reptiles, needed money for Angel Mine, his as yet unmade art-house movie, and we talked about a money raising gig, and so, a few weeks later, having tactfully convinced the powers at the university that there was nothing to worry about, the doors opened for what was a pivotal gig in the history of Rock’n’Roll in Auckland City. It was the very first public showcase, a starting point, for what was to become the driving and quite revolutionary change in the way music was played, created, and recorded in the city.
Yes, bad taste all around but it was meant to shock.
The handwriting is mine, the design was Buster's.
The Masochists played first, fairly briefly, and very impressively, like a twisted post Iggy razorcut. They were followed by The Scavengers (and I have a vivid memory of Mike Lezbian on his knees, almost crawling, wailing their always terrific room-stopper, a cover of Riot In Cell Block Number 9), and then last, the mostly unexposed Reptiles.
The set wasn’t long, maybe 12 songs, but increasingly cacophonous and finished with an extended new song, written by Jimmy, Razorblade Rosie, a tune which almost turns into white noise in it’s full version, upon which Billy Planet, without a word to the others, pulled on stage two rubbish bags full of waste from the University Café and began to empty them over the front few rows of the audience, who seemed, oddly, to either not really notice, or enjoy it. Like the poster for the gig, the intent was, I guess, to cause shock. It did that and The Suburban Reptiles were promptly banned by from the café forever.
Where Are The Boys At?
The next gig was not public but gained a fairly wide notoriety courtesy of the tabloid press who’d become aware of the media fuss abroad and were happily taking our calls. I’d got matey with the Eight O’Clock, a rag published by the long departed Auckland Star every Saturday night in an attempt to pre-empt the Sunday News.
I’d used the contact I’d made earlier with Benny Levin’s booking agency to secure a gig playing a school ball…not any school ball but, rather perfectly, Marcellin College, a very conservative catholic boys school in Auckland's conservative Bible Belt, Mt. Roskill. The fee was $150 and it still remains a mystery how I manoveured the agency into the gig. But I did.
Luck is everything although you have to feel for the kids, who’d dressed for their ball.
The rough sequence of events: a worried school committee at sound-check; reassurance; initial shock at the way they looked as they arrived onstage; shock mutates into horror; an inability to play Smoke On The Water or anything they might know; Brother Humphries pulling the plug and because Zero had sworn here and there, calling the police; a quick exit and a call to the press; a returned (stopped) cheque for the fee a few days later.
Good stuff.
Over the next month the band played some more, got lots and lots of trash media coverage which we happily played for all it was worth, recorded a few bits and pieces at Harlequin, some of which have been released here and there. Then, shortly after the University gig, Brian and Trish Scott both decided they wanted out, which left the band without a guitarist, and gigs looming. Thus for a month or two, The Suburban Reptiles borrowed a new guitarist, Johnny Volume, from The Scavengers.
On the last weekend of July The Suburban Reptiles were on the front page of every tabloid newspaper in the country, with the horror and clear threat to the youth of the nation being the common theme.
So we decided to take the party south.