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JESSE HECTOR & THE GORILLAS – The Story
It is fair to say that the immediate appeal of the incredible
Hammersmith Gorillas was triggered primarily by the fascinating
sleeves of their first singles. These guys, if anything,
deserved total respect simply for being brave enough to
look the way they did. Their bizarre display of totally
over-the-top hairdos combined with the most incongruous
dress sense became an endless source of wonder and speculation
for a generation of French fans. Who on Earth were they?
Where could they possibly come from?
The sole information available to us was limited to a short
column that appeared in an early issue of Rock News. We
had been told, in typically distorted fashion by the Parisian
fanzine that the band hailed from Scotland (most probably
because of the tartan slacks!) despite the rather manifest
West London origins their name seemed to suggest. But what
the hell! Geography did not matter as much as their fearsome
live reputation. Tales of the wildest gigs imaginable had
filtered through somehow but no one was prepared for the
hammering they were just about to inflict on the unsuspecting
Gaelic audiences. On that rainy day of spring 1976, the
venerable Salle Franklin in Le Havre was packed with its
regular crowd of rowdy dockers and assorted drunken heavies.
The locals had come to kick some arse. The others were there
to shake some serious action with the Flamin' Groovies,
the well loved heroic mercenaries, still standing in the
fight for true rock 'n' roll resistance. Little did anyone
know that the night would turn into a remake of D-Day. The
Hammersmith Gorillas had landed on the Normandy shores unannounced
and stormed the stage in bright red and yellow catsuits.
Sporting hugely disproportionate sideburns, Jesse Hector,
with a bottle-green Stratocaster in hand and his amp cranked
up to 11, was rolling and bouncing in all directions, blasting
his way through the most violently liberating renditions
of "Wild Thing" or "Foxy Lady." The
other two were pounding away a monumental beat in front
of an awe-struck, petrified audience. There was definitely
a palpable element of genuine fear in the crowd, combined
with sheer jubilation as the stupendous energy of the band
was not only for real, it also appeared to be dangerously
uncontrollable. The familiar rumble of "You Really
Got Me" suddenly hit the room at mind shattering volume.
The mike stand, which had been tottering precariously during
the previous numbers, came crashing down in the wail of
feedback, Jessie leaped immediately face down on the floorboards,
screaming like a man possessed "Gaarlll! You really
got me Nowwrrghh!" He stood up again, brought the show
to a climactic deafening finale and shouted good night.
It was already over, after only 35 of the most intense minutes
of the most intense set of pure and uncompromising rock'n'roll.
The crowd erupted and went berserk, shouting for more, and
leaving the Groovies no chance whatsoever. History had just
been made and France would simply never forget Jesse Hector
and the Hammersmith Gorillas.
Despite a consistent output of singles and a great LP, the
mystery surrounding the band grew thicker as years went
by. The ever so faithful French fans who purchased (and
still own) every available record, could not provide the
band with anything more rewarding than a small "succes
d'estime". The world was too busy being changed forever
by Punk Rock to realise what it was missing. It would not
be until the early 1990's when Jesse Hector resurfaced in
the London garage scene that the full story of his impressive
rocking career would be finally told.
Back in 1976 the Hammersmith Gorillas were actually no
novices in the business. Jesse Hector, in particular, had
started treaded the London boards as early as 1959. Born
and raised in the tough neighbourhood of Kilburn, his blond
quaffed hair and imported Leviís jeans quickly granted
him a reputation as a particularly energetic rock 'n' roll
enthusiast. He could be seen playing skiffle in pubs around
town and even made several appearances at the legendary
2I's coffee bar in Soho. An accomplished guitarist by the
age of 15 he soon became a regular face in the emerging
Mod scene, developing his taste for extravagant outfits
and loud amplifiers. He witnessed the first gigs of hot
new acts such as John's Children or the Small Faces who
were to become a huge influence on his future musical style.
After a short lived, but spectacular stint with top cult
band the Clique, Jesse went on to front increasingly radical
and rebellious bands with evocative names like Crushed Butler
or Helter Skelter around 1969. Success never quite materialised,
as Jesse's frenetic and insatiable enthusiasm may have appeared
too much for some.
However, real recognition finally looked to be forthcoming
when Larry Page, famed producer of the Troggs and the Kinks
who had worked with Jesse during the Clique days, agreed
to take his new band to cut a classic version of "You
Really Got Me" at Lansdowne Studios. With the brilliant
Alan Butler on bass and Gary Anderson on drums, Jesse Hector
had finally found a working formula to deliver his unique
concoction of savage vocals and monster guitar riffs, the
band was named after the pro-Castro local activist group
The Hammersmith Gorillas, who had already been celebrated
by the great Third World War around the same time. Jesse's
tendencies for facial hair eccentricities must have inspired
the ape-like comparisons. The Hammersmith Gorillas were
born and their first single was released in 1974 on Larry
Page's own Penny Farthing label. To this day it remains
one of the most spectacular debut record of all times. That
single piano note ringing away in the background adds a
viciously hypnotic quality to the whole production, and
with Punk already lurking on the horizon, it conjures up
nearly three decades of British rock in tow and a half minutes
of amazing intensity. The flip side, "Leavin' Home"
is equally excellent but the record failed to attract the
attention it deserved and Jesse's life long ambitions to
break into the chars were, once again, put on hold. Larry
Page also produced two more tracks, which were originally
destined to be released as the follow-up single but, with
"You Really Got Me" not going anywhere, the project
was abandoned. "Eleanor Soapdodge" and "I
Live In Style In Maida Vale" are presented here for
the first time and show another side of the band's multiple
talents with great Small Faces, Creation-like vocal harmonies
and lovely string bending action from Jesse. The songs also
reveal Jesse Hector as a unique songwriter with a rather
unusual perception of London's upper classes of the time
and their hygiene habits. The tapes were shelved and Ms.
Soapdodge was sadly never allowed to join the cast of characters
in that great musical, up there in Cockney Heaven, alongside
Pool Hall Richard or Lazy Sunday's Mrs. Jones.
The band ís understandable disenchantment with the
lack of response to their best efforts led to the inevitable
end of Larry Page's patronage. Nevertheless, Jesse Hector's
confidence was quickly restored after he caught the attention
of Ted Carroll, Dublin-born owner of the Rock On record
shop in Golborne Road. Jesse had been a regular customer
for a number of years, drawn in by his unlimited passion
for vintage rock 'n' roll vinyl. He had befriended Ted,
who was about to launch Chiswick Records as the first truly
independent record label in Britain. A recording session
was organised to take place in Dave Robinsonís makeshift
studio, above the Hope & Anchor pub in Islington. Roger
Armstrong, Ted's partner in crime at Chiswick, had volunteered
as producer and a number of demos were cut, sometime in
mid 1975. "Shame Shame Shame" and "Moonshine"
are two killer tracks which would have made a brilliant
first release but "She's My Gal," recorded later
at Olympic Studios, was judged more appropriate and became
the first single on Chiswick for the Gorillas, who had also
decided to shorten their name in the process. Chris Townson
of John's Children played drums on the session, adding a
distinct British Beat feel to the overall sound, which is
particularly noticeable on the wonderful "Why Wait
'Til Tomorrow," perhaps on the the greatest "unfinished"
rock ballads ever recorded. Substantial press coverage followed
and the band's live schedule became increasingly busy. The
Gorillas had been unequivocally adopted by the punk audiences
who loved their ferocious live performances at the Nashville
or the Notre Dame Hall. In fact, the Gorillas seemed to
act as a missing link between the more traditional, R&B
orientated, so-called pub rock scene and the more violent
and incisive approach the young punk bands were still trying
to achieve. It was, therefore, no surprise to see the Gorillas
boarding the tour bus leaving to the south of France in
August 1976, along with the Damned, Eddie & The Hotrods
and a few others for an appearance at the legendary Mont
de Marsan Punk Festival.
The event had been masterminded by French promoter Marc
Zermati and promised to be the hottest attraction of the
notoriously hottest summer in European memory. Mont de Marsan
is your typical sleepy town of southwest France, populated
mostly by paratroopers from the nearby army camps, renowned
for its bullfights and not very much else. The Gorillas
did, of course, cause quite a stir among the locals when
they were seen strolling in the small town centre in outrageous
chequered gear. Imperishable memories of Jesse and his pals
drinking their afternoon tea at the terrace of a bar, packed
with a not too friendly looking bunch of red berets, are
still vividly present in many a French mind. The bands were
due to appear in no specific order in the townís
main bullring. The Damned went on early and set the pace
for the rest of the day, but the overwhelming heat had left
the crowd in an advancing lethargic state. A succession
of rather average French bands seemed to drag on far too
long and even Dave Vanian's Nosferatu impersonations on
the tiers behind the stage failed to ignite the slowly moving
evening. However, everyone present remembers the Gorillas
as the most exciting act of the festival. Jesse was determined
to stimulate the inert crowd and blow everyone away with
another unbeatable performance. The live document presented
in this package is a rare testimony of the Gorillas' extraordinary
power and their capacity to work any audience to frenzy.
Their head-on approach to the songs, combined with Jesses
stage antics, proved totally irresistable and, more than
often, impossible to follow.
The Mont de Marsan excursion had been extensively covered
by the UK music press and the future looked promising for
the Gorillas who released their second single on Chiswick.
Produced again by Roger Armstrong, "Gatecrasher"
is another sparkling Gorillas party anthem and Jesse's rallying
exhortations to "look out fellas!" continue to
be a timeless favourite for many. Fans, however, will always
refer to "Gorilla Got Me" as their favourite side.
How exactly it came about is not fully known and Jesse claims
that a full set of lyrics was originally meant to be recorded.
The track sounded so good as an instrumental that it was
decided to keep it as it was, with only the right touch
of phased vocal effects, added just for good measure. The
single fared quite reasonably and even enjoyed a number
one spot in the indie charts for a number of weeks. At around
the same time, "You Really Got Me" had been reissued
by Raw Records and did rather will all around Europe. It
was still not enough for Jesse Hector though, who was still
craving worldwide recognition and started work on his most
ambitious project to date. The highly recommended Message
To The World LP was issued on Raw in 1978 and is currently
available in an augmented format on Damaged Goods Records
(Damgood 49CD). The band kept on touring regularly and were
even managed at one point by Rat Scabies of the Damned.
They returned to Chiswick one more time in 1981. Their last
single, a glorious version of Cliff & The Shadows' "Move
It" failed again to chart and the initial flamboyant
spirit of the early days had faded. The tragic death of
Alan Butler was also a major blow to the band and Jesse
decided to pack it in. He hung up his battered guitar and
was not to be heard of again for more than ten years.
The Hammersmith Gorillas never quite made it into the
rock 'n' roll hall of fame but they did leave an unforgettable
mark as one of the most extreme and phenomenal live bands
in history. If your travels take you anywhere near the back
rooms of some of North London's pubs, you are advised to
check who is due to be playing that night. Chances are that
Jesse Hector might be around, ready to liquefy your last
brain cells with the loudest and most spectacular rock and
roll show you could ever dream to witness. Take cover! Gorilla
got me, forever!
PHILIPPE KORPAR-MIGRENNE, June 1998
With special thanks to Gerald Lambert and Jean-Yves Gallo
for their
invaluable help.
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