As it says on the tin, around ninty minutes of laid back chatter from Genesis P-Orridge, Geoff Rushton and Paula P-Orridge recorded at Psychic TV’s Beck Road base in Hackney that was meant to be edited into an article for UK’s early 1980’s fashion magazine ‘The Face’. Which it wasn't!
I added some visuals to this YT post to compliment the conversation. The Psychic skull test card. All pages from the 'Personal Message From The T.O.P.Y' handout. A rare magazine article on P.T.V / T.O.P.Y (including a picture of Min with Lurch from Yeovil) from a magazine called Tatler. These pages were cut out. And artwork of a Hitler-Lucifer-Horn affair.
Fiona the lady who conducted the interview left this message on the KYPP site in 2011 as a reponse to the original KYPP post from 2009.
The answer to Fiona's question about where the cassette tape originated from. The cassette tape was given to me in Beck Road Hackney.
Hello boys!
Someone just alerted me to the fact that you posted this interview of mine two years ago. Wish I’d known about it then and intrigued to know how you got your hands on it (although I can imagine).
I know this is a bit after the event but I’d like to set the record straight for those who have commented on my 2009 piece in The New Humanist. Due to limited space, the editor had to cut out more incidents and anecdotes I recalled from the days when I knew Gen and Paula, although I preferred Sleazy and Geoff who were charming company despite their little peccadilloes such as inviting one to a very proper English afternoon tea full of witty and stimulating conversation before Sleazy would get up to nail Geoff to a cross and masturbate him (as you do).
God rest their sweet souls.
I met Gen and visited the Beck Road house several times between early 1983 and late 1984 while I was going out with Gen’s pal Mark Manning aka Zodiac Mindwarp and writing for The Face. I must confess I’d forgotten all about the interview you dug up. Now I’ve found my tapes too and it’s all come flooding back. After much courting and pestering by Gen, who was desperate to be in The Face, offering all sorts of incentives and constantly ringing me at my Old Street council flat to discuss “the interview” (annoyingly letting the phone ring off the hook until I was forced to get out of bed only to be told, repeatedly, that he “knew” I would answer the phone “on the 23rd ring”!), I agreed simply to get him off my back.
I knew The Face had no interest in publishing an interview with him as I had already asked but I went through the motions simply to shut him up (recording it just in case someone, somewhere, would be interested). It took twenty six years but you finally came through!
I never wrote a word and didn’t take much of it seriously as I think is fairly clear. I don’t like to disappoint or to say I will do anything if I know I can’t deliver but I had tried my best and there was zero interest at the time by the most influential youth style and music mag in the UK.
However, Gen was so persistent he just wouldn’t take no for an answer. In many ways, Gen reminded me of Aleister Crowley: the same burning ambition, the same compulsion to escape their backgrounds, the same schoolboy obsession with shocking suburbia while simultaneously courting notoriety, the attempts to hide such base desires with discourse, spectacle and flimflammery, an unpleasant habit of latching onto useful people and sucking them dry (in every sense), the uncanny ability to exploit the zeitgeist of the time then later proclaiming themselves to be the originators. Yes, the similarities are unmistakeable, except that Gen – to his infinite sorrow, I suspect – has always lacked the towering intellect, sexual charisma and formidable presence that Crowley naturally had.
I don’t know why Gen behaved like such a tit when I went to interview him before the Bardens Boudoir gig many years later. Maybe it was payback for the-interview-that-never-was from so long ago that you unearthed two years ago?
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Who cares?
He’s an odd little man but one thing’s for sure, he’s VERY good value!
All the best, FRP xxx
