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Anvil Chorus

Live at Newcastle Workers Club.

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LR: Trevor Dare, Barry 'Buzzsaw' Adams, John Boy Whitbread, Steve 'Mac' McLennan and Grant Lawson.

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Photographer Mark Robinson

 

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Photographs courtesy of Trevor Dare.

Biography
By Steve 'Mac' McLennan

What you are about to read is not a definitive history of the band featured in the bio below. It is a very subjective snap shot of a specific moment in time. It just so happens that I was "there" in that moment and the snapshot was taken from my point of view.

These are my memories and any scholar can tell you that memory and history, though related, are not the same thing. I hope any and all readers who can offer a different perspective, alternative point of reference or personal insights will add them to the page. I would love to know what was going on in other peoples heads at the time....these bios are a way for me to assess what was going on in mine.

To anyone who feels in any way misrepresented I feel compelled to apologise...however... keep in mind...my memory of you from that moment in time may be very different to your own. Just for starters...I'm color blind. God bless you and all who sail in her...MAC

ANVIL CHORUS

Question: What do you get when you put a couple of 100watt Marshalls, a Jands 600watt head and an 8 x 10 cabinet, some composite bins and a double kit of Ludwigs in a tiny little room in Wallsend with 50 or 60 punters amped off their heads on speed, bourbon, tequila and lots and lots of pot and beer ??

Answer: Fun fun fun !!!!!

Thats what Anvil Chorus (Anal Churves) was all about. I dont even remember how I ended up in The Chorus...but Im glad I did. We never rehearsed..ever...and never had a set list. We played Tatts, AC/DC, Sabbath and a couple of songs by Sydney Metal Heads Heaven. Thats it. Oh yeah...and a quirky Zac Lawson composition "Had An Alligator"...still dont know where that came from but it was funny.

Tinno used to ask if he could come out to The Lemon Grove Hotel at Wallsend and jam with us. He brought Bob Spencer with him a couple of times. They were treated with respect by the locals and got out of the gig intact because they left their airs and graces at Darby Street and just rocked their balls off like everybody else. (Bob never wore his Kaftan to The Lemon Grove). Others werent so lucky. It was a dangerous place to be if you werent "in the know".

Guitarist Stevie MacDonald (Tinno's brother-in-law) transgressed some unwritten law and it was all that Buzz and I could do (assisted by Toddy Walsh) to stop him getting severly belted. He never returned after that night and the door was left wide open to be filled by Trevor Dare. He was perfect. Like us he'd grown up with the repertoire and played blisteringly unashamedly loud.

The ring master of course was Buzzsaw. I've seen him drop a guy with one punch while singing "Let There Be Rock" and not miss a beat. It was hilarious. Even though the pub was directly across the road from Wallsend Police Station there were rarely any real problems. The police (to their credit) simply chose to look the other way unless serious discressions had been committed.

There was a roach tin in the toilet so if you were ever caught short you could whip yourself up an emergencty spliff. I recall an incident taking place which involved C.T. having sex with a girl while she was bent over the toilet bowl throwing up. My quizzical look obviously posed the question "are you fucking kidding or what ??" He started explaining something to do with vomiting and sphynctal contractions and enhanced pleasure and I excused myself and headed back to the bar.

I'm sure Screenie still proudly wears his Anvil Chorus "Lock Up Ya Sheep Tour" T shirt printed up especially for Thommo's 21st. There's a good tape in circulation too with us jamming at Terry Okeefe's home studio..worth a listen if you can find a copy.

Anything you hear about all night parties back at Buzzsaw's house including pornos, vanilla slices, pork spare ribs, guns, knives and Rose taking people to hospital in the wee hours are more than likely pretty close to the truth.

In memory of Roselee Adams (ne: Woodbury)
Sadly missed by all who knew and loved her.