Song Of the Day: May 22, 2005
International Language-
This Is Where the Strings Come In
From the CD Where the Bands Are,
Sympathy For the Record Industry, 1996
Steve Mitchell is a leading authority on UK punk and twee pop, and he wrote all of your favorite Pooh Sticks songs. Those things along make him very popular here in the Little Hits mansion, but if those weren't enough, today we examine his collaboration with Michel von der Woude, International Language. The duo has thus far produced one LP, a delightful concept piece about groupies and fandomania entitled Where the Bands Are. WTBA spun off a couple of singles; the one presented here was pressed up as a promo-only sort of device with blank labels.
Unfortunaltely, International Language had their record released by SFTRI, which made it sort of inevitable that it would get lost in the shuffle. The same week this CD came out, for instance, SFTRI also released records by the Devil Whores, the Demon Prostitutes, the High School Cheerleader Sluts, God Scum, Scum God, and three different Billy Childish records, all of which, unlike Where the Bands Are, had sleeves portraying horned women with large pointy breasts.
Steve is rather good-natured about the fact that Where the Bands Are did not make him a household name, but lately, as he relaxes with his lovely wife, his cats, and many, many punk rock 45s, he is plotting another IntLang record. We'll keep you posted.


4 Comments:
Did the do a SFTRI split single with Goat Bilge? Sure, they weren't as Stones-like as Uncircumcised Horned Toad, but who were?
Been meaning to pick this up for a while now, since I already have all the Pooh Sticks' albums... and this song just convinced me to finally order the damned thing. Rock.
Hi Jon.
Thanks for your kind words about the International Language record, but my name is spelled 'van der Woude', not 'von'. I'm Dutch, not German. ;-)
Michel
I recall when this record came out a friend of mine had a very cool record store in Chattanooga, TN, and a copy of this LP sat in plain view in the front of a record rack for months and months, until we re-arranged the bins, and I do not recall a single person ever looking at it or mentiioning it. Funny how yr. past comes back to haunt you, somehow, someway.
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