ANNIE
ANXIETY - BARBED WIRE HALO
Annie Anxiety, like
Poison Girls and Flux Of Pink Indians was a staple part of the whole
Crass live experience. Hailing originally from New York, she had
forged a close relationship with Crass through having met them on
their one and only short tour in America in the very early days of
the band.
Annie was first and
foremost a poetess and with the aid of backing tapes would regale a
Crass audience with her poems but to say that Annie was a challenge
is to put it lightly. A section of the audience attending a Crass
gig, particularly those relatively new to Crass, would arrive
expecting a Punk Rock blitzkrieg only to be met at first by a
middle-aged woman fronting a weird, almost esoteric Punk band - in
the form of Poison Girls - and then by a mad-eyed, pre-Goth chanteuse
reciting strange poems full of cries and screams to the accompaniment
of tuneless noises from a tape machine - Annie Anxiety.
The amount of times
that Annie would suffer a hail of spit, beer and general abuse from
an audience was almost tragic but by getting up on stage alone with
just taped noise to accompany her, by staying true to her art and not
courting popularity for the sake of it and for showing courage in the
face of adversity, Annie would serve as an inspiration to others who
wished also to go it alone.
Barbed Wire Halo
was Annie's début record and was another beautifully designed
release on the Crass label, the cover composed of very artistic,
black and white photography by Eve Libertine. The actual two songs on
the record, however, were 'difficult' to say the least and even
though this may have meant they were simply ahead of their time, it
still meant they failed to appeal to a good many people. Blitz or 4
Skins-type compositions they were most definitely not.
When appearing live,
Annie was perplexing, beguiling, astounding and somewhat disturbing.
Annie was different. She was a stranger in a strange land who
instigated a confusion. She could scare, unsettle, disturb, entice,
bewitch and bewilder all in the space of a single performance. There
was no compromise. Dressed all in black, she certainly looked the
part and fitted in perfectly with the whole Crass 'image', even
having the slogans to match: 'Horror is a figment of our reality -
Reality is a figment of our horror'. Musically, however, the
sound collages she used as backing as created by Penny Rimbaud failed
to do justice to her words and in a certain way did them an
injustice. It was experimental but the experiment failed.
What she really
needed was an entirely different musical collaborator and a different
approach to presenting her poems.
In due course, however,
this would come.