Les Batteries

2024 Stock, few available. This Heat's influence, or, connections with the French underground seems to be somewhat larger than expected, as here we find The Heats erstwhile drummer and singer, Mr Charles Hayward, hooking up with another couple of other drummer boys, ....namely French 'rock in opposition' bloke Guigou Chenevier, and some geezer called Rick Brown.....yes THEE Rick Brown.......nah! I haven't heard of him either! But Rick probably hasn't heard of us too, so we're quits!?
Three Drummers Drumming, as it doesn't say in the famed Christmas carol, but three, yes,THREE, drummers does indeed apply here! Can you imagine the creative arguments in a band with three drummers? As Gary Glitter and Adam Ant can testify, two drummers max in a band, or there's gonna be trouble. In fact, it was Drummer trouble that ended Adam and The Ants and burdened the world with Adam's much maligned Solo career. With Glitter, the obvious problem was, funnily enough, actually Glitter himself(a fine example of a singer that hangs out with musicians).
Drummers are famously the guys who do hang around with musicians. The guys who die mysteriously, choke 'ON' vomit,aren't needed outside of touring, and are forever trying to impose their daft ideas on the rest of the group; like John Bonham's 'Moby Dick', or Rat Scabies' "Stab yor Back", as if trying, accidentally of course, to move that hilarious joke well into the realms of observational comedy.
Y'see, Drummers actually do think they are musicians, and like the stupid son of the family, are always trying to make the audience look at them and see what they're doing. This usually involves hitting the drums as loud as possible, and taking copious amounts of drugs....as in, more than you....look maw I'm Dancin' !
However much the average drummer harbors sparkling  thoughts of their own genius within their considerable ego's ;one has to concede that all this drummer hate certainly does NOT apply to the great Charles Haywood, or his vocal sound-a-like Bobby Wyatt, who are indeed the granddaddies of the Rock In Opposition fad of the late seventies, otherwise known as Prog Rock under any other name.
So, what we expect are three drummers busting their balls trying to Out-paradiddle each other, and to impress each other with their rudimentary talents on 'other' instruments.
It's kinda Punk without the Punk, and This Heat without the Heat, which leaves us with.... 'This'?
Haywoods vocals are as vulnerable and Wyatt-esque as This Heat and Camberwell Now, which adds much needed identity to the dreary Drum-Off. So when Haywood didn't turn up for the follow-up albums, they just ended up sounding like Camberwell Now but without the tunes.
An obvious, but bold Idea, balancing precariously on the round shoulders of the limited tonal range of a well tuned drum kit. (Die or D.i.Y.)