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Musically, Sheffield post-punk outfit The Comsat Angels were difficult to pin down. Steve Fellows’ sporadic guitar-playing, Mik Glaisher and Kevin Bacon’s beat interpretations were often oddly elliptical, and Andy Peake restricted himself to a predominantly textural role, providing the subtlest of emotional hints with a variety of sombre organ tones and tempered white-noise.

But it wasn’t so much the elements as the way they combined which forced you to take note; one moment cavernous sounds that had you looking deep into the abyss then a wrench in the opposite direction to something much more hopeful. There was a peculiarly edgy, off-centre logic about the ordering of space and sound in The Comsat Angels’ music. It was, above all, intriguing.

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Their first LP, Waiting for a Miracle, it’s the blurry city scape of the band’s hometown of Sheffield. And that’s not giddy teenage kicks making the photo blurry; it’s despondency in the face of existential futility. The band cites another science fiction tale in the song “On the Beach” but it has no need for the novel’s post-apocalyptic narrative: the world of the Comsat Angels is already a bleak and hostile wasteland.

On the very first track singer Steve Fellows declares, “I surrender,” and matters rarely perk up from there. Fellows also plays guitar, but the musical heart of the album comes from Mik Glaisher’s expansive drums and Kevin Bacon’s pulsating bass, which often serves as lead instrument while Fellows lets feedback ring. Andy Peake’s keyboards form the crucial fourth element of the Comsat Angels, leading several choruses and piercing verses with sharp bleats of neurotic melody.

The postpunk sound would quickly become a formulaic blueprint, of course, but the Comsat Angels served as one of its sonic architects. Their lyrical approach adopts the cold efficiency of a modernist architect. “Don’t wanna be your baby,” Fellows sings on “‘Baby'”, the extraneous quotation marks themselves problematizing the word. Midway through the song Fellows starts pleading, “say something… say anything,” at which point he begins shouting the title repeatedly. A nominal term of endearment becomes a mark of alienation, a syllable to fill otherwise unbearably empty discursive space.

And that’s the band at its most romantic; elsewhere, on the single “Total War”, a relationship is militarized: “this is total war, girl.” No wonder Fellows “can’t relax” on the album’s other single, “Independence Day.” Both songs rely on stark minimalism centered around Glaisher’s steady beat, which on “Total War” moves slowly enough for each thump of the kick-drum to hang in the air. The result is a heavy but powerful album, fairly unrelenting in its foreboding emotional tone but far from devoid of pop smarts. The band may be forgotten, but someone heard them: the killer bassline on “Real Story” beacame a Killers bassline when that band presumably drew inspiration from it for their own similar-sounding “Jenny Was a Friend of Mine.”

Those familiar with British history understand the devastating effects of heartless Thatcher policies, but novices curious as to how dire things had already gotten by 1981 can simply hear it in the music: the grey cover of the Cure’s Faith spoke for the music inside, while Echo and the Bunnymen took a temporary step away from pop on Heaven Up Here, among other examples. Sleep No More goes further into the void, sounding like an album written under self-imposed martial law. Glaisher’s drums again lead the band, with a massive boom; only Public Image Ltd.’s Flowers of Romance that year relied as heavily on percussion. Like a John Bonham biography directed by Ingmar Bergman, Glaisher was recorded in a stairwell to add heft to his sound. But stomp like Bonzo he does not; restraint is the goal on this most pent-up of albums. Bacon scales things back even further, allotting exactly two notes to his bassline for the verses of “Be Brave.” Tension mounts continuously throughout the album; “Dark Parade” describes the hostage situation in Iran (which helped Ronald Reagan win his role as reactionary American complement to Thatcher in 1980).

Sleep No More is a stunning work, even if it largely defies song-by-song breakdown in presenting a unified front. That front never falls prey to monotony, though, as the Angels display a mastery of dynamics. Glaisher’s inexorable beat drops off on the ambient “Restless,” and when the band next launches into the furious guitar riff of “Goat of the West” the effect is crushing. “It’s so funny,” Fellows sings, “but I’m not laughing.” Typed out, the lyrics look dour and plain, but with the jagged guitar and Peake’s sharp keyboard intervention jabbing at them.

Unable or unwilling to sustain the overwhelming gloom of its sophomore effort, the Comsat Angels turned in lighter directions on 1982’s Fiction. Glaisher again leads the way: the album’s first sounds are of him swishing at the hi-hat, which immediately informs one that new emotions are at play. Fellows verifies this, declaring, “the sky will clear again, after the rain.” Though Glaisher soon forsakes brushstrokes for heavier stick-thuds, Fiction rarely strives for the hopelessness of its predecessor. Fellows sings with more approachable emotions and Peake asserts his presence more fully, making his keyboards a structural element of the compositions rather than its frequent previous status as a supplement. “Zinger” delivers interestingly oblique lyrics, though the liner notes undermine their effect by revealing he wrote the song as part of a bet to see if he could create a song about nothing.

The driving “Eye Of The Lens”, one of The Comsat Angels’ heavier recordings, saw tribal drumming, reverberated guitar and synths fused to form an atmospheric soul-stealing number.

Waiting for a Miracle (1980) established the band’s tense pull and austere musical force, and the next year’s Sleep No More followed the debut’s logic to its limit, wound so tightly the soundwaves of its songs practically take corporeal form; if they did, it would be as the towering black monolith from 2001, looming overhead in physical defiance of human attempts to ascribe meaning. It’s an unjustly ignored landmark in musical bleakness, and it’s no surprise third album Fiction failed to maintain its intensity. That album still merits praise,

If Friction’s solid but lesser songs gave some indication of new directions for the Comsat Angels, “Time Considered as a Helix..”. confirms that. The first 13 of its 19 tracks deliver taut renditions of material from the first three albums and assorted ephemera of the period Renascent has done a marvelous job collecting, bolstering each disc with non-album singles, b-sides, demos and outtakes, fleshing out the songs in new and often more human arrangements, but after the random cover of the obscure Rolling Stones song “Citadel”, the tracks here reveal the unfortunate slide of the Comsat Angels

From this episode of TOGWT, the unsettling tension of “Ju Ju Money”, a track that would have its studio issue on the band’s third album, ‘Fiction’ in August 1982.

The Angels would go on to sign with Jive, score a near-hit on the Weird Science soundtrack, and generally vanish from the public radar. A comeback in the 1990s abandoned their failed chart-pandering but proved temporary.

That this band existed and put out two great albums and one fairly strong one before succumbing to the allure of potential commercial success. That that success wouldn’t come should have been obvious to a band that once sang of “waiting for a miracle, but nothing ever happens”, but perhaps they got distracted by the “Ju Ju Money” on display in Fiction. At any rate, the timing may be slightly off again, as the retro-postpunk wave seems to have crested, but the Comsat Angels at their best transcended trends and flew the genre coop, traveling on their heavenly wings straight for greatness.

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Band Members
Stephen Fellows (guitar, vocals), Kevin Bacon (bass), Mik Glaisher (drums), Andy Peake (keyboards, vocals), Simon Anderson (guitar, 1993-95), Terry Todd (bass, 1993-95)

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The Comsat Angels were an English post-punk band from Sheffield,  Named after the J. G. Ballard short story “The Comsat Angels”, the foursome’s original lineup (lasting from 1978 to 1992) consisted of Stephen Fellows (vocals, guitar), Mik Glaisher (drums), Kevin Bacon (bass) and Andy Peake – (keyboards). Their music has been described as “abstract pop songs with spare instrumentation, many of which were bleak and filled with some form of heartache”. They have been credited as being an influence on later post-punk revival bands such as Blacklist, Bell Hollow, Editors and Interpol.

The Comsat Angels sent a copy of their debut EP, “Red Planet”, to John Peel, who liked it and gave the band a session, which Polydor Records picked up and signed the group to their label. The group overall did 4 sessions for Peel’s show and in an interview singer Stephen Fellows praised Peel for helping the band sign to Polydor:

“These days you have singles on the album and singles that are played on the radio and that help sell records, but that kind of thinking wasn’t really as prevalent then.. A band like us didn’t generally get played anyway. If John Peel hadn’t got hold of ‘Red Planet’and given us a session, Polydor probably wouldn’t have heard of us and signed us .Once they had done I don’t think they knew exactly what they had. They left us to get on with it really. I don’t recall any A and R input at all.”

Recorded: 1981-02-03. Broadcast: 09th February 1981.

The complete session recorded by The Comsat Angels on 3rd February 1981 for the John Peel show on BBC Radio 1 and broadcast on the 9th of that month.

Tracklist: 1. Be Brave (0:07) 2. At Sea (4:02) 3. Eye Of The Lens (8:13) 4. Dark Parade (12:12)

From TIME CONSIDERED AS A HELIX OF SEMI-PRECIOUS STONES: THE BBC SESSIONS 1979 – 1984