A friend commented on my
Facebook wall asking if I knew where to get tickets for Mischief Brew’s Leeds
gig this August, and 5 hours later I was posting an R.I.P. to Erik Petersen,
the lead singer, writer and essentially the brains, voice and heart of Mischief
Brew, the best folk-punk band ever.
I don’t say that lightly,
but after all the Andrew Jacksons have Jihaded and all the Mice have Ghosted
and all the Ramshackles have been Glorious I’m afraid it was always the Brews,
spiced with Mischief, which were left bubbling into my ears.
Mischief Brew was the folk-punk collective from Philadelphia, USA headed by Erik Petersen who wrote a huge number of songs across various EPs, albums, splits and collaborations.
Mischief Brew was the folk-punk collective from Philadelphia, USA headed by Erik Petersen who wrote a huge number of songs across various EPs, albums, splits and collaborations.
I discovered Mischief
Brew, along with the seedy world of folk-punk, around 2008 when I saw Al Baker
perform with Suicide Bid in London. Al covers Old Tyme Mem’ry on hisfirst album, and it’s easily on of my fav MB songs. It encapsulates
everything wonderful about Erick’s writing. It’s has a lovely
playfulness with the lyrics “We're lamenting about yesterdays sad ending about
the water in your whiskey the brass passed off as gold” and Erick’s
delivery is unashamedly punk with the snarl of “luxury boxes where your stored
in what was country”. It’s a messy, rattling song that exists on a
shabby guitar, sung with a sore throat and a wild glint in the eye.
I never got to see
Mischief Brew, and certainly never met Erik, but my rustic eulogy to this
artist is his incredibly ability to be consistent. I don’t just mean
consistently a writer of quality, but don’t underestimate the fact he never
wrote a bad song. Some songs are surely better than others, I can’t
deny that.
But I mean Erik is able to
wave an entire world with recurring images, themes and ideas. This
isn’t the case if you’ve heard one song you’ve heard them all, because he
writes on a number of topics. Bang-Up Police Work is an ode to
oppressive cops, Every Town Will Celebrate is about gentrification, Dirty
Pennies homelessness, Punx Win about community, the Midnight Special the prison
system and Watching Scotty Die the sad failures of the American healthcare
system.
But within these songs are
the same smells of squats and cigarettes. The same sounds of
railroads and barking dogs. The same taste of strong coffee. The
same touch of wood, coppers and the feel of a campfire.
Like my blog earlier this
year about the play-wright Harold Pinter, the art is world-building. When
you enter into a Mischief Brew album, it’s got the same recurring feel like
being immersed in a tale. It’s about rambling and rebellion, grit and guts,
dusk and the dark. It’s very old-fashioned, or appears to be,
swathed in the 1920-30s world of Woody Guthrie, but the post-70s grit of punk is very much the driving force.
But mainly, Erik’s writing
was romantic. For all its corners that stank of anti-authority
bitterness, he played uplifting music that was celebratory as much as it was
dangerous. He wrote old-fashioned songs because those songs have
stuck with us, not because they wallow in despair, but because they grab
despair by the scruff and take it dancing with the goblins, witches, trolls, punks,
gypsies, comrades and rebel children.
♫ When
you offer pink or blue I'll take the blackest.
When you offer only two I'll offer three.
When you point me in a direction I'll run backwards.
And at the border of utopia I'll toast to anarchy. ♪
When you point me in a direction I'll run backwards.
And at the border of utopia I'll toast to anarchy. ♪