Austin Collings: Sebald in the chippy
Author, filmmaker and lyricist Austin Collings is artistic director of The White Hotel, Salford’s semi-mythical nightclub and arts community. But with life in lockdown, he has been walking the streets of the north of England, ‘Eliot's Waste Land sponsored by Morrisons’, and two films have resulted. By Mark Blacklock
With The White Hotel, the semi-mythic Salford institution – nightclub, events space and community – in lockdown and, like all other venues, functioning only online, its artistic director Austin Collings has been wandering the streets of BOLT-ON – “Eliot's Waste Land sponsored by Morrisons” – with a camera. He’s holed up out there helping his parents but “this place has been practising a version of lockdown since Sam Allardyce and Peter Kay were elevated in 1999 like gods of the north. They do a fine line in shut shops and shit boozers.” The current environment has provided a fresh angle on the backdrop. “The first few weeks of ULTIMATE LOCKDOWN were sensational: like THE BLITZ condensed into a NETFLIX series. All for that. Wandering around like THE ROAD.”
Collings is a jack-of-all-trades. Ghost writer for late Mark E. Smith; author of The Myth of Brilliant Summers, a set of smeared missives of decaying edgeland memoir; lyricist for the collaborative Bomb Sniffing Dogs project; and sometime film-maker.
In two new films his voiceover script is performed by Hamish Rush, a Salford actor. “Cut from old-school cloth. I roped him in because he sounds like somebody interesting on a bus: bit too loud, but warm, funny, fascinating and fearless. I gave him very brief and very strict instructions thinking I was Harold Pinter on a pittance but he just fucked them off and came back with something that sounded like Jonny (David Thewlis) in NAKED reading the Taxi Driver script stood in a taxi rank at 3.14am, with a kebab going cold and leaking into his hand.”
Collings’ lyrics are mordant, poetic, wringing the optimism of the weepy comedown-recovery pint from the heart of the black dog itself. Narrated from the POV of the terminal wrong’un with a golden heart, they draw the viewer into the dodgy deal: “I want the short films to have the gripping immediacy of conspiratorial YouTube videos.”
There is correlation with the vinyl releases of the Bomb Sniffing Dogs, a group which “works like the Champions League with a US spin. From the North to Berlin and LA via Southend, we are Liam Power, Elena Poulou, Sophie Sleigh-Johnson, Andrew Royden, Tom Fish, Matt Fishbeck and more. I don't like the word collective. Call us a gang, like the Bash Street Kids, reunited outside of the BEANO, in a boozer somewhere.”
The assorted musicians, visual artists, film-makers and lyricists produce spoken word pieces enmeshed in hazy post-ambient, post-rock soundfields, and the off-kilter alternate reality visions have the recognisable tang of Collings’s imagination. “I wanted to create a new map of language and music with the idea – a kind of astral madness. It's a house inside a head that we used to play a knock-a-door-run on. Before that, we'd peer in it, amazed and aghast at the dark, and the mess: piles of black bin-bags and newspapers. Then we broke into the house one night and we stay in there from time to time when the owner is out shuffling around town, buying old horror paperbacks from the charity shop Scope.”
We exchange emails the week after far-right gangs have counter-protested Black Lives Matters in London. The culture wars in the UK are turning grim. Austin offers a typically lucid response to how this is playing out in the North of England. “Defacing Penny Lane: its dubious origins (Liverpool was Europe's most used slave port by 1740, and many of its streets have names linked to slavery) have clearly been reimagined and elevated by The Beatles and it means a lot to people… I'm from a piss-poor background in Radcliffe, but inanimate statues do not worry me: insidious corrupt systems however – that's where the end-game lies.”
I offer an observation: that much of his work is interested in different forms of memorialisation: or in re-animating different memories. As ever, Austin provides the punchline: “Sebald in the chippy.”
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