‘…AFTER GALACTIC WAR’:
Michael Butterworth was an integral part of the ‘New Worlds’
SF New Wave, just as he was perpetrator of the sensationally
iconoclastic ‘Savoy Books’ revolution in Manchester,
and his fiction is never less than challenging.
Andrew Darlington charts his evolution as a literary activist…
We are sprawled within the ornate ‘The Briton’s Protection’ pub which has served drinkers here on the corner of Great Bridgewater Street and Moseley Street since 1806. And looking up, there are black-and-white photos and framed memorabilia from decades of Manchester music, from Herman’s Hermits, Freddie and the Dreamers, through to The Smiths, Oasis and New Order. Michael Butterworth wrote a book about sitting in on New Order’s recording sessions for their ‘Power, Corruption And Lies’ album.
Mike – with or without long-term ‘Savoy’ business partner Dave Britton, began in SF – and more specifically in Michael Moorcock’s sensationally iconoclastic phase of ‘New Worlds’. They even produced a special ‘Manchester’ edition of the magazine together. We’ve just strolled across from ‘The International Anthony Burgess Foundation’, where the Reading Room has been rebranded into ‘The Use And Abuse Of Books’, for an exhibition telling this convoluted tale in all its garish and visually-arresting detail. As though Manchester is finally coming to terms with its outlaw literary heritage, grudgingly acknowledging Savoy’s unique contribution to the city’s vibrant culture. The exhibition is an amazing flip-back through time-space crammed with incandescent playfully insurrectionary publishing, literary experiment and artwork.
‘I like transgression’ Mike explains. ‘I like intelligent shock. It’s part of the way I operate. It wasn’t gratuitous shock. I was harnessing whatever it was within me that liked explosions and fire, in an intelligent way into what I was writing. I was harnessing this, like I harness my emotions and feelings to channel them into writing.’ Adding ruefully, ‘although my work has often been mistaken for gratuitous…’ (in an interview with Bob Dickinson).
Instead, at his vegan father’s instigation, Mike attended ‘St Christopher’s School’ in Letchworth Garden City, a liberal Progressive Co-Educational boarding establishment in which a falling-out with a teacher led to his first poem – “Authority”, written ‘through anger’. Two stories followed, picked up for the School Magazine, which happened to be edited by Charles Platt. By now his compelling fuelling anger was aimed ‘at humanity’.
But first, he was working as a lab technician in the quality-control department of ‘Halls Mentholyptus Sweets’ in Radcliffe. ‘I’d go on the production line wearing my white lab coat to take samples, return to the laboratory, analyse them to make sure they had the right levels of menthol and eucalyptus oils in them, then phone back my results to the line managers. If the samples were ‘out’ then whoever was in charge on the line would make the necessary adjustments.’ ‘I GET UP. I GO TO WORK. THE CLOCK GOES ROUND. I GET UP. I GO TO WORK. THE CLOCK GOES ROUND.’ Until he encountered William S Burroughs’ interview with Conrad Knickerbocker – ‘a seminal source for Burroughs and for me also’ (‘The Art Of Fiction’ in the ‘Paris Review no.35’, Fall 1965, www.theparisreview.org/interviews/4424/william-s-burroughs-the-art-of-fiction-no-36-william-s-burroughs ).
Mike has ‘never written a word of conventional narrative in his life’ according to Michael Moorcock, instead, he ‘sprang full-grown from the head of (William) Burroughs, whose work first inspired him to write’ (in his introduction to ‘The New SF’ anthology). To this end his first story – “Girl” in ‘New Worlds’ no.162 (May 1966), opens ‘against the square walls of the barn, two marble trees grew up. I suppose they aimed to reach the moon. But whenever the moon was hidden (which was often) they stopped growing.’
Once Britain’s leading SF magazine under the previous John Carnell editorial regime, this was SF in no way familiar to its erstwhile 1950s wonks. No faster-than-light galactic alien encounters, bug-eyed extraterrestrial entities or star-spanning evil empires. Instead, its circular narrative is more attuned to the literary experimental practices of art journals and Lit-theorists. Heavy with symbolism there’s little obvious plot-structure or revelatory punch-line, it’s more concerned with startlingly poetic surreal imagery – tormented horses trodden in blood, a skeleton of horse and rider fused into one entity, twisted steel sticking out of trees.
“Girl” – published when Mike was a tall blonde nineteen, was the first of a stream of unquantifiable fiction that is well worth hunting down. In “Postatomic” Moorcock again detects Burroughs’ influence, while seeing him adapting ‘Burroughs’ techniques to suit his own particular vision.’ Although set in 2030, inhabiting the fragmented thought-processes of three survivors in a depopulated world, again there’s no scene-setting explanation, beyond the title-clue. With King Trash and Mr Zero, ‘he would fly through the open windows of skyscrapers, and haunt the long corridors, mournfully playing the part of the wind and decrying the sad silence sounds of the city.’ Less direct narrative as impressionistic insightful explorations of the mental inner-landscapes of these ‘lunatic rejects from a lunatic past.’
Then the dazzling “6B 4C DD1 22” (in ‘New Worlds’ no.198) is ‘an experimental assembly of texts about an internal world lying just below the everyday one, where post-atomic landscapes and nine-to-five workaday lie side-by-side, a hairsbreadth away from each other.’ His most fully-realised work so far, using the terrors and mind-opening potential of LSD to access and collage the red desert, Keele Services on the M6, Edgar Allen Poe, ruptured dialogue and text-games. Every line contains an image like every fossil-stone contains a trilobite, ‘my name is Hot Plate. My bones are wood. My breath is dust. I race across the desert. I look into the furnace’.
When confused and bewildered devotees of traditional SF complain that New Wave writing is incomprehensible cerebral exercises lacking plot or narrative, his “Circularisation Of Condensed Conventional Straight-Line Word-Image Structures” (‘New Worlds’ no.192) with its diagrams and theoretical structures is exactly what they mean. And yes, as with all revolutionary movements, babies get thrown away with bathwater. But without such intriguing intellectual word-games, how can genres evolve? Michael Butterworth rarely makes easy or comfortable reading, there’s seldom anything as reassuringly predictable as straightforward plot or narrative structure. They’re there, but ruptured into poetic fragments of extreme concentrated intensity.
At the time ‘Ballard, as I addressed him, for he addressed me as Butterworth’ was part-way through his ‘The Atrocity Exhibition’ (1970) which uses the same ‘subbing’ technique. It led to Ballard publishing a Butterworth piece in ‘Ambit no.36’ – for which he was Prose Editor. ‘Jim Ballard got the story past editor Martin Bax, who didn’t really like my stuff. Other material Jim accepted from me – and collaborated with me on, “Concentrate 1” and “Concentrate 2”, Martin also rejected, so it appeared in ‘New Worlds’ instead. Looking back, I would much rather everything had appeared in ‘New Worlds’, as it was by far the better magazine, but Mike M could only take so much of my work.’
Mike’s short experimental fiction continued in fusillades of grotesque shock. There was also the brief “Concentrate 3” in ‘New Worlds: An Anthology’, which wrenches future-elements from the crumbling sanity of an astronaut with ‘oceans of scrambled knowledge’ in his head, by gutting the hardware of SF that was already shocked into news headlines. The second half of this excerpt from NASA’s secret history is in poem-form. ‘Charles Platt published me more frequently when he took over the ‘New Worlds’ editorship later on…’
But soon Mike was editing and producing his own ‘Concentrate’, which became ‘Corridor’ – ‘a journal with a licence to roam’, which became ‘Wordworks’ – a series of glossy showcases for new writing. While he was also producing novelisations for the ‘Space 1999’ TV series (six titles including ‘Planets Of Peril’, ‘The Mind-Breaks Of Space’ with J Jeff Jones, and ‘The Edge Of The Infinite’ all in 1977). He also co-wrote (with Moorcock) books fictionalising Sonic Space-Rockers Hawkwind into Sci-Fi characters (‘The Time Of The Hawklords’ in 1976 and ‘Queens Of Deliria’ in 1977), the consensus of opinion being that Moorcock – who becomes ‘Moorlock, the Acid Sorcerer’ in the tale, supplied the title and the marketable cover-name, Butterworth the creative mind-juice. Demonstrating – if demonstration is required, his ability to write something approximating conventional narrative fiction, if of a heightened Rock-mythologising form. A credit-listing clarifies the roles as M Moorcock: Producer/Director, and M Butterworth: Writer, helpfully adding ‘Ethnic Habits and Characteristics: Altrincham Town Library, J Jeff Jones: Acupuncture Idea, and Dave Britton: Musical and Magical Names plus Precise Alignment Of Silver Machines’! Yet if the conceptual leap from style-over-plot concentrates, to purely plot-driven if imaginatively entertaining media spin-offery seems strange, there are links.
The short story – “The Harme-Oats Effect” (in ‘Science Fiction Monthly’), is co-written with J Jeff Jones, and has the conventional story-structure of a near-future astronaut, Harme, on a one-man rescue-mission to a Salvage-Operator trapped in an orbiting scrap-yard of ‘capsules, satellites and general debris that a few decades of Space Corps Engineers had booted off into the void… plastic bags, metal tubing, frozen excrement or fractured tubing.’ The opening sequence is even built around a regular launch-countdown format. As in all collaborations, it’s difficult to tease out which elements are Jones, and which Butterworth. But Harme is mind-linked to ‘Harmoniser’ Oats in Earth, who picks up on Harme’s psychic stresses and his persistent subconscious terror of premature-burial in an enigmatic wooden cabinet. It turns out the submerged memories are PSI-resonances imprinted on computer-tape from a US Space Force Captain dead for decades, his corpse in a nearby orbiting hulk. It’s an effective narrative in traditional SF style, with a sharply macabre hook.
Although sporadically reprinted, and some of it anthologised, these stories – unfortunately, were never collected into a single volume. ‘Yes, I think it’s a pity I wasn’t able to push a collection to one of the main publishing houses when the interest was riding high’ he admits. ‘Because it wasn’t collected, the effect of my early – and best, work has been dissipated whereas, say, the work of Langdon Jones – another writer who did his best work for ‘New Worlds’ about the same time, and who had a collection, has been acknowledged. Perhaps – as you say, what I wrote for ‘New Worlds’, ‘Ambit’ and a few other mags at that time is worthy of better recognition than it’s received?’
There’s a dismissive shrug, ‘I went on to have a wildly varied career, which hasn't helped my early reputation...’
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Dave Britton was initially an illustrator, an Aubrey Beardsley-on-‘E’ artist. ‘When I was doing magazine artwork no-one gave a toss about it. And then I stopped to concentrate on writing. Now they all say ‘why don’t you do artwork anymore, you really should’.’
I’ve known, admired, and been slightly in awe of Mike and Dave for longer than probably any of us would care to remember. We corresponded and contributed to each other’s magazines through the early-1970s. I met and interviewed them for underground newspaper ‘It (International Times)’ using the strap-line excuse of their first run-in with the Manchester Constabulary over the sale of bootleg albums on their shop premises. And later we conspired through the first of their long ‘Lord Horror’ (1989) debacles. I’m obsessive enough about their contentious creativity to know that throughout their work together and separately there’s been a continuity of calculated affront. Initially in the form of sophisticated literary experiment. SF New Wave shocked via William Burroughs through Butterworth’s cool intellect, and through Britton’s more explosive energies. But to claim that they court gratuitous confrontation is to miss the point. Over the years, fermented by their Northern-based isolation, they’ve merely focused and targeted that element more nakedly. Into the novels, the comics, and the furiously extremist records.
‘Ever since World War Two, technological development, such as spaceflight and the growth of the media landscape, had been rapid and ever-accelerating’ he observes. ‘The future was arriving at the same pace and if you knew how to look for it, it was there for the taking. In the 1970s it was arriving from a past of grime and smoke, science fiction conjuring industrial Manchester as ‘The Twilight Zone’, the experimental and the outré.’
And more personally, ‘growing up as children and teenagers in the late 1950s and sixties, the formative experiences of David and I were seminal Rock ‘n’ Roll, the literary experimentalism of the Beats, the music of Captain Beefheart and Frank Zappa, and the UK underground magazines ‘Oz’ and ‘Ink’. By the seventies, instead of conforming, as many of our peers were doing, we blithely carried on.’ Their shops, Bookchain, Orbit Books and House On The Borderland once ‘formed a kind of occult triangle about Manchester’s respectable, mercantile heartland, it was an area staked out as Savoyland, an alternative and now undocumented Manchester.’ M John Harrison typed his novel ‘A Storm Of Wings’ in Bookchain on Peter Street, between customers.
‘With ‘Lord Horror’, first there was a novelette of mine’ explains Mike, ‘which I could never quite satisfactorily complete. It centred on the fact that Hitler was still alive and living in South America.’ I remember reading a marked-up manuscript-copy typescript of the novelette, it was excellent, I wish to hell I’d published it. Titled “Das Neue Leben” – ‘my attempt to understand the Holocaust’, it was eventually reworked and published in full in ‘Emanations no.1’ (edited by Carter Kaplan, 2011). But meanwhile ‘Dave took the idea, made it increasingly outlandish, while switching the central character from Hitler to – initially the traitor-propagandist broadcaster Lord Haw-Haw, who transmuted into the phantasmagorical Lord Horror.’ It’s an exquisitely written shocker of awe-inspiring imagination crossing an interlocking multiverse of hard surreal (im)possibilities. ‘I moved straight from writing “Das Neue Leben” to helping Dave write ‘Lord Horror’’ Mike elaborates. ‘Mike also helped draw the final chapters together’ adds Dave, ‘and brought the thing to its completion.’
By the turn of the century, after the galactic war of litigation, the Lit-fires and fictional explosions, Mike was telling me ‘and now, after twenty-five years of Savoy, there’s a new buzz in the air. We’re very happy. Dave’s putting the finishing touches to his third novel, and we’re planning a series of limited edition reprints of Savoy’s all-time fantasy greats.’ The Savoy catalogue already furthers the long-standing Michael Moorcock and Charles Platt link, adding titles by Jack Trevor Story, Langdon Jones, Harlan Ellison and Samuel Delany – plus ‘new editions of the Henry Treece Celtic books (four 1956 titles including ‘The Golden Strangers’, reprinted in 1980), all fully illustrated and given the Savoy treatment...’ An archive of history, augmented with film, recapitulated in ‘The Use And Abuse Of Books’ exhibition at ‘The International Anthony Burgess Foundation’.
‘I like the past, but I wouldn’t want to go back to it’ he tells me. ‘I’ve always been happy to be in the present, with all its unpredictability and discomfort and strangeness. I want to look at what is happening now that is good. Which isn’t to say the past doesn’t have its place. I enjoy experiments like the White Stripes have done, recording with early sound-generating technology. Dave is very keen on the past, and promotes it, as you know, but he also mixes it with what’s about now and has a taste for the new.’
A contemplative pause. ‘I can’t remember the past sufficiently clearly, so the present is always more vivid to me, and takes my attention more or less exclusively. The acceleration of technology, the promise of possibilities, are exciting rather than annoying. Even though I no longer have the time or cognitive function to master technology successfully – someone else can! It always has been that way with me. I still want to know what’s happening now.’
We are sitting within the ornate ‘The Briton’s Protection’ pub on the corner of Great Bridgewater Street and Moseley Street beneath black-and-white photos and framed memorabilia of decades of Manchester music, from Herman’s Hermits, Freddie and the Dreamers, The Smiths, Oasis and New Order. I’m here because of the exhibition commemorating the great ‘Savoy’ adventure. Manchester is at last recognising it, and Mike’s outlaw contribution to the city’s cultural history.
MIKE BUTTERWORTH TEXTS
‘NEW WORLDS no.158’ (January 1966) letter requesting less novel-length stories, and greater diversity of content, ‘if a writer has the ability to set his SF down in black and white but in the guise of a poem or a sketch, the his ability must be recognised’
“Girl” (‘New Worlds no.162’, May 1966), see text for details. ‘Tired of life I lay down for the night. I looked up at the stars. I was a microscope for an infinite resolving power. Something was using me to observe the universe.’
‘SF IMPULSE no.9’ (November 1966) a letter published ‘that’s almost bound to start a war’ says editor Harry Harrison. Butterworth responds to a ‘Has Burroughs Failed’ editorial by Harrison in no.4. Butterworth points out that ‘remember he’s experimenting with our nervous systems, and therefore apt to try to use a language completely alien to us’ and presciently ‘perhaps the moderns will take more notice of him than the present society will ever’
‘SF IMPULSE no.12’ (February 1967) further dialogue with editor Harry Harrison who opens the letter column with ‘a word from our newly-formed Department of Social Injustices. Mr Michael Butterworth of 10 Charter Road, Altrincham, Cheshire’ concerning William S Burroughs and ‘experimental prose’, Butterworth states – in caps ‘WSB is one of the few writers living today who have any great insight into what the future of the WORD holds’
“Concentrate ” (‘New Worlds no.174’, August 1967), ‘Jim Ballard condensed this fiction from longer works of mine’, in the second large-format issue of ‘New Worlds’. ‘It has an anarchistic hero who works constantly to create beauty through destruction, successive slices of space-time show how the destructive process is taking effect. ‘Destroy the universe. Up with Stick. Down with urbanism. Down with God. Down with everything’
‘Breakthru’ (1967), poetry magazine edited by Ken Geering, includes Mike’s poetry in no.39 and no.41
“The Baked Bean Factory” (‘New Worlds no.176’ October 1967) ‘Outside, on the sunny side, bomber spheres fly incessantly over the dead landscape of earth. Fused glasses layer the freshly-created deserts – fossilized tree-scapes flower away for ever’, Locklar Ford is the ‘only remaining human Nightwatchman’, reprinted in ‘England Swings’ edited by Judith Merril, August 1968
“Concentrate 2” (‘New Worlds no.181’, April 1968), a further surreal compression from no.177, the novelette ‘Stick’, with subheads (1) An Empire of natural beauty, (2) Meanwhile, in a distant corner of the Galaxy, (3) Interview in Control Office, (4) The schizophrenic theory of mind, (5) Concerning the intelligence, (6) Tour round the Stick laboratories, (7) The pretakeoff nightmares Twig had, (8) Speech in cold space, (9) The sounds of space, (10) Finale, plus ‘The Pub That Exploded’
“A Marijuana Smoker’s Lament” as ‘Edward Poe’ (in ‘Concentrate’, part-distributed with ‘New Worlds no.185’)
“Sergeant Pepper’s Postatomic Skull” (‘Ambit no.36’) a hybrid fiction-poem accepted by JG Ballard as prose editor of ‘Ambit’ arts magazine. Mike says that ‘I’ve always been very pleased with the poetry in that issue.’ Also with work by Ivor Cutler and others
“Postatomic” (‘The New SF’ anthology edited by Langdon Jones, November 1969), virtuoso prose exercise under subheads ‘King Trash’ (‘I am quite safe from robot attack. I’m King of England in the year 2030. And nobody’s going to stop me’), ‘Mr Zero’ (‘The deserts are very cold now. Which is not surprising, considering there are no clouds, no sun. And earth has been depopulated. Overnight. You might say that people of all nationalities decided to become passengers, and took the overnight express, which arrived punctually at Platform Zero’), and ‘Baby’ (‘baby sat and played with the missiles on its own under the gigantic skies. Sometimes he would be as high as a skyscraper’)
“Concentrate 3” (‘New Worlds no.197’, January 1970), if SF is the mythology of the twentieth-century, this short prose-verse feature internalises it, ‘I experienced the stars crawling over me… really I was struggling. My head became hot and buzzed. It really buzzed. There was nothing… I felt there was nothing but the stars crawling over my face suddenly drowning in water/space’. Reprinted in ‘New Worlds: An Anthology’ edited by Michael Moorcock’ September 1983
“The Terminal” (‘New Worlds no.199’, March 1970), with Alan Stephanson art, short eleven-line prose vignette, ‘an avenue of space. I cornered at 78 miles per hour… turning the car over at Mowall’s corner… without life’
“The Harme-Oats Effect” written with J Jeff Jones (‘Science Fiction Monthly Vol.2 No.2’, February 1975) illustrated by Tony Schofield
“The Room” (‘Wordworks no.6’), ‘my mind was foggy and I had sat infront of my typewriter unable to strike a key, depressed and suicidal’, intense stream-of-consciousness mood tone-poem, in which his claustrophobic room has become a cube-craft, ‘I remember once, we ventured out of the room…’
“Christmas Story” (‘New Worlds no.211/NW 10’, August 1976), an intense, dark, staccato account of an ‘inner geographical awareness’. The Contributor Biog Notes state that Butterworth is twenty-eight and a single parent with two young children in Manchester, as the narrative ranges into memory, a three-year daughter in the next room and a son in his cot, a dead budgie, a sense of pursuit along a primal beach, ‘past present and future separated by biological existence’ into a cosmic near-spiritual dénouement
“The Pub That Exploded” & “Stick” (‘The Savoy Book’, 1978), the original texts of ‘Concentrate 2’
“Outline One” (‘New Worlds no.216’, September 1979), art by David Britton, a lurid concentrated novel in one-and-a-half-page plot outline, Jules Ulrik Vliet crosses a Time Fault from end-of-time alternate-Earth Sorum where he learns to love Helen Lone. She is murdered by pursuing Atavars, and he prepares to return to Sorum to seek revenge. A stand-alone, despite being announced as Part One of a trilogy, although Vliet – the real-name of Captain Beefheart, will reappear
“A Hurricane In A Night Jar” (‘Savoy Dreams’, June 1984) with art by David Britton, long image-rich ambitious fragmented fiction with return of Jules Ulrik Vliet and ‘The Blood’ as kind of ‘Eternal Champion’ universal essences, from ‘the time you ground one stick against another’ into ‘the postatomic deserts’ of a future End of Time, featuring poem-form, slanting text-columns, Mr Zero and Butterworth himself in autobiographical fragments, with Burroughs-style Ether Girls and the Cola People. Plus essay “Savoy Under Siege” dated June 1982, recording details of the Savoy Books trial, with transcripts, ‘we are not approaching the Dark Age – in Manchester we are in the Dark Age’
“A Memoir Of William Burroughs” interview by Michael Butterworth and David Britton, authored by Sarajane Inkster (in ‘The Edge no.6’, December 1997)
“Das Neue Leben” fiction in ‘Emanations’ edited by Carter Kaplan (2011), plus poems “The Bomb Explodes”, “A Slut In Bed”, “Brass Life”, “The Cracks In The Neighbourhood”, “Girl In Bath”, “Hoover And Writer”, “Icicle The Tricyle And The Letter Box”, “Illusion”, “Long Legs”, “Mouselow”, “On Broken Hill”, “The Nose”, “The Snammer Man”, “Me A Society Visitor”, “Untitled”, “Untitled”
“Sequences” fiction in ‘Emanations: Second Sight’ edited by Carter Kaplan (2012), also credited on Board Of Editorial Advisors, plus poems “Trinity Temple, Thelma’s Thought-Triggered”, “THC Trip”, “Breakdown 3”, “Premature”, “The Builders Of The Transpennine Motorway Pt.1 and Pt.2”, “The Chemical Genesis Of The Known Universe”, “Space Radio”
“Night” fiction in ‘Emanations: Third Eye’ (2013), edited by Carter Kaplan with Mike also credited on Board Of Editorial Advisors, irritable Donald – on the edge of a nervous breakdown, and Karen, on a long bickering country journey home from Cornwall in a white Cortina, caught in ‘a trap in time… a manifestation of Einstein’s theory of the infinite yet bounded universe’, interfering with his perception of time, throwing up childhood beach memories – as illustrated with original photos, plus poem “Until Now (Summer 1974)” about the resurgence of nature, ‘Her’
“Scatterhead” fiction in ‘Emanations: Foray Into Forever’ edited by Carter Kaplan (2014), also credited on Board Of Editorial Advisors, plus poem “Untitled”
“Hey, Mr Pressman” fiction in ‘Emanations: 2+2=5’ (2015), what Mike describes as ‘a satire on ‘red top’/tabloid journalism I wrote in 1972 for Michael Moorcock’s magazine ‘New Worlds’, but which was never published there’,‘outside, the houses are falling’, hard, compressed prose, no back-story, cerebral retro-future, he reports on ‘deviant’ sexuality, ‘I pine for the real world’ until he’s caught out in illicit sex himself. Plus two poems with commentary, “Untitled” on ‘the rise of nationalism in Europe’, “Untitled (October 2014) on gender-basis for war, and prose-piece “The Cosmic Diary (Entry For 28 May 1981)” on the racial metaphor of his friend’s picaresque escapades
“The Islands” semi-autobiographical fiction in ‘Emanations: I Am Not A Number’ (2017), researching his father’s attempts to join an idealistic vegan cooperative community on Morat, an island off Honduras. ‘Not fiction. He actually lived through that!’ comments editor Sanford Blackburn. Also ‘Where Am I? Here I Am!’, two poems, “Summer Poems” and “Buddhafield”
‘Time Of The Hawklords’ (1976) with Michael Moorcock. Rocking on the Edge of Time. Deep in the Earth’s core lies the Death Generator, buried there since ancient time by a long-extinct alien race, now triggered. In amongst the ruins of London, surrounded by the disaster-survivors, Hawkwind rock – their music catalysing the Death Ray in an apocalyptic battle between forces of good and evil.
‘Queens Of Deliria’ (1977) second ‘Hawklords’ novel, based on an idea by Michael Moorcock (Star Books, August 1977) with the devastated Earth stalked by decaying ghouls and satanic Bulls, the Red Queen meddles with the laws of Time to advance her evil ambitions. The Hawklords only ally is Elric the Indecisive
‘Space 1999: Planets Of Peril’ (Star Books, January, 1977) novelisation of Year 2 episodes ‘The Metamorph’, ‘The A-B Chrysalis’, ‘The Rules Of Luton’ and ‘New Adam, New Eve’
‘Space 1999: Mind-Breaks Of Space’ (Star Books, February, 1977) with J Jeff Jones, novelisation of ‘Brian The Brain’, ‘The Mark Of Achanon’, ‘Catacombs Of The Moon’ and ‘One Moment Of Humanity’
‘Space 1999: The Space-Jackers’ (Star Books, March 1977) novelisation of ‘Seed Of Destruction’, ‘A Matter Of Balance’, ‘The Exiles’ and ‘The Beta Cloud’
‘Space 1999: The Psychomorph’ (Star Books, June 1977) novelisation ‘The Lambda Factor’ and ‘The Bringers Of Wonder Parts 1 and 2’
‘Space 1999: The Time Fighters’ (Star Books, August 1977) novelisation of ‘Space Warp’, ‘Dorzac’, ‘Devil’s Planet’ and ‘The Séance Spectre’
‘Space 1999: The Edge Of The Infinite’ (Warner Books, August 1977) ‘Escape Into Worlds Beyond Belief’, novelisation of ‘All That Glisters’, ‘Journey To Where’, ‘The Immunity Syndrome’ and ‘The Dorcons’
‘Space 1999: Year Two’ (Powys Media, 2006) revised and re-ordered anthology of earlier episodes, plus new novelisation of ‘The Taybor’ episode, and new foreword
‘Goodbye Pussy’ (Collins Crime Club, 1979) novel published under pseudonym ‘Sarah Kemp’
‘Ledge Of Darkness’ (1995) Hawklords graphic novel, illustrated by Bob Walker
‘Crucified Toad no.1’ (April 1971) 28pp, editors John Muir and David Britton, 28pp, with Eddy C Bertin (‘Filmic Fantasy’), SJ Sackett (on Clark Ashton Smith), David Britton art portfolio
‘Crucified Toad no.2’ (Winter 1971)
‘Crucified Toad no.3’ (Winter 1972)
‘Crucified Toad no.4’ (Winter 1974, 25p) 32pp, editor and artwork David Britton, Jim Cawthorn cover, David H Keller on Mervyn Peake, Brian Aldiss interview by Charles Partington, ‘Elric’ letter by Michael Moorcock, Kathryn Brooks (‘Black Soul’ Fantasy fiction)
‘Concentrate First Issue’ (1968, part-distributed as an insert of ‘New Worlds no.185’, Mwangaza Enterprises) Price 1/3d. 4pp of ‘condensed writing’, featuring John Sladek (‘In The Distance’), Alex Kernaghan (‘A Phial Of Darkness’), Charles Platt (‘Undream’), ‘Edward Poe’ aka Butterworth (‘A Marijuana Smoker’s Lament’), Anselm Hollo (‘Rooms’), Tina Morris (excerpt from ‘The Trap’) see www.ballardian.com
‘Corridor no.1’ (1971) with Michael Moorcock (‘Pride Of Empire’), Giles Gordon (‘Pictures From An Exhibition’). Michael Ginley (‘The Day I Came Back From The Dead’), Alex Kernaghan (‘Vaginal Tract’)
‘Corridor no.2’ (1971) with Alex Kernaghan (‘War Games’), John Sladek (‘Comedo’), James Sallis (‘Jane Crying’), Paul Buck (‘A Cunt Not Fit For The Queen’), Bob Jenkins, Terry Gregory, Gordon Abbott, Giles Gordon, with poetry by Thomas M Disch, Gina Butterworth, Neil Spratling
‘Corridor no.3’ (May-June 1972, 15p) 20pp, with Charles Platt (‘Jo’), Barry Edgar Pilcher, Paul Buck, Glenda George, Andrew Darlington (‘Stairs And Steps’), Michael Butterworth (‘Absurd And Phantastic’ reviews)
‘Corridor no.4’ (Winter 1972) with Michael Moorcock (Jerry Cornelius ‘The Swastika Set-Up’), Chris Naylor (‘Per Valium Ad Astra’), review of William S Burroughs ‘The Wild Boys’ by J Jeff Jones, David Britton art
‘Corridor no.5’ (August 1974, 20p) editor/published: Michael Butterworth Art/design: David Britton, with Hilary Bailey (‘On Board The Good Ship Venus’), Peter Finch (‘Desk’), JG Ballard interview by Peter Linnett
‘Wordworks no.6’ incorporating ‘Corridor’ (1975/76, 40p) features Michael Moorcock “The Hollow Land” with David Britton art, also Michael Butterworth (‘The Room’, plus ‘The Guts To Read’ reviews), Heathcote Williams (‘Cosmic Whore Batter’ etc) Dr Christopher Evans interview by Peter Linnett, Simon Ounsley, Paul Buck, Alex Kernaghan, Paul Abeleman (‘Nick’)
‘Wordworks no.7’ (1976, 75p) features ‘Sinclair Beiles’ Michael Butterworth interview, Trevor Hoyle (‘Conversations In A Darkened Room’), Jim Burns (Lord Buckley ‘The Hip Messiah’), Jim Leon art ‘Retrospective’, ‘The Abdication Of Queen Elizabeth II’, plus Book Reviews
‘Corridor8’ (Annual 2010, £10.99) relaunched as a large format international ‘contemporary visual art and writing magazine’ Will Alsop, Jon Savage (‘Unknown Pleasure: The Hacienda’), Iain Sinclair. With free Rachel Goodyear ‘Hoofprints’ Art Print
‘Corridor8 no.2: The Borderlands Edition’ (Annual 2011), free Chris Watson CD, Carol Huston (‘Does The Angle Between Two Walls Have A Happy Ending?: New Worlds 1967-1970’), Ian Sinclair, Derek Horton
‘Corridor8 no.3: Four-part edition’ (2012), Robert Clark, Richard Kostelanetz, Jan Harman, art by Stephen Iles, Pavel Buchler, Eoin Shea
‘The Savoy Book’ (1978) co-edited with David Britton, anthology with Harlan Ellison, M John Harrison, Lester Bangs (fictional Jimi Hendrix interview), Paul Buck
‘Savoy Dreams’ (1984) co-edited with David Britton, anthology of fiction with nonfiction, with Michael Moorcock, Heathcote Williams, Charles Partington, M John Harrison
‘Motherfucker: The Auschwitz Of Oz’ (1996) by David Britton
‘Baptised In The Blood Of Millions’ (2001) by David Britton
‘La Squab: The Black Rose Of Auschwitz’ (2012) by David Britton ‘Horror Panegyric’ (Savoy, March 2008) overview of
‘Lord Horror’ cycle by Keith Seward and David Britton
‘The Blue Monday Diaries: In The Studio With New Order’ by Michael Butterworth (Plexus Publishing, 2016) www.plexusbooks.com ISBN-13:978-0-85965-546-0. 190pp
‘FUCK OFF AND DIE’ by David Britton & Kris Guido (Savoy Books, 2005, ISBN 0-86130-113-7) An acerbic brain-storming kick-to-the-head, a ‘Caustic Cutie’, ‘Fuck Off & Die’ is a bumper-bundle ‘Beano Annual’ of delicious outrage, as spikily awkwardly indigestible and gratuitously contentious as I’ve come to expect from Savoy. A beautifully extravagant through-the-blender of innocence and experience, with some of the finest most lavishly grotesque art they’ve yet committed to high-gloss paper. Alan Moore writes the introduction. And if there’s meant to be a return to Dave’s prurient mega-scamp ‘La Squab’ I look forward to Mike’s new autobiogs too – but, isn’t it all autobiographical? Or am I guilty of misreading it?
‘SAVOY WARS’ (CD) follows a series of audacious 12” singles often unfairly dismissed as either stunts or plain Northern weirdness, and it finally places their project into perspective. The closest analogy you’re likely to get is KLF’s cunning mismatch of style and artist. Because here “Blue Monday” motorvates all the way from Elvis’ “Crawfish” to A Guy Called Gerald’s “Voodoo Ray” with Peter Hook himself donating the bass-lines. Their “Sign O The Times” has PJ Proby versus Prince patenting a cure for the big disease with a little name. “Garbageman” is a cut-and-slash rerun of The Cramps’ original with D’nise Johnson (occasional Primal Scream vox) and Melanie (Sub-Sub) Williams coming in on an S*Express transmutation. “Shoot Yer Load” blends a tasty LaVern Baker sample around Rowetta of Happy Mondays. Best of all is “Reverbstorm” – Spector and Tamla Manchester supernaturally reanimated with Wagnerian Northern Soul’ (review in ‘Hot Press’ by Andrew Darlington http://www.savoy.abel.co.uk/HTML/savwar.html )
With thanks to Bob Dickinson’s interview with Michael Butterworth, a Clara Casian film https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h-AOTN4HZWg