an appreciation of Roland S. Howard
6 strings that drew that drew blood an appreciation of Roland S. Howard

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an appreciation of Roland S. Howard
6 strings that drew that drew blood an appreciation of Roland S. Howard

The late Rowland S. Howard, who died in December 2009, started playing in teenage bands in late 70s Melbourne. Whilst still a callow youth he wrote Shivers, an undisputed classic, (quietly ignoring the fact that Rowland perhaps doesn’t see it that way and approaches the song as if it was written by someone else.) The song was recorded by his band The Boys Next Door who mutated in to the Birthday Party and then relocated to Europe to wage a guerrilla campaign against the trivialities of the 80s, until they turned their fire upon themselves and disintegrated

Whilst his former associates have moved on to weekend colour supplement acceptability, Rowland has commonly been perceived as the banished wastrel prince”¦ exiled to a squalid garret on the colder edges of the kingdom, accompanied only by his dreams and inclinations. His demeanour (pale, gaunt, stick thin, sickly, dark humoured, fatalistic) has perhaps inadvertently added far too much credence to this interpretation of events.
The shadow of this myth has seemingly obscured the sheer volume of his creativity and the singularity of his musical vision like in the Birthday Party.

Always respected by his peers, a scan through Rowland’s catalogue of work sees him allied with the likes of Lydia Lunch, Thurston Moore, Wim Wenders, Barry Adamson, The Gun Club, Nikki Sudden, the Beasts Of Bourbon, the Hungry Ghosts and HTRK. Rowland’s own ensemble These Immortal Souls gun their engines in the ill-lit background and the legacy of his work with The Birthday Party scores the skin of successive generations of musicians and fans.

But it’s a history Rowland would gleefully put a match to.

With or without it Rowland S. Howard would make tense, beautiful music, would deliver us his personal vision of the world, would create Pop Crimes.

Long-time faithful friends Mick Harvey (who has played with Rowland for over 30 years), JP Shilo (Hungry Ghosts) and producer Lindsay Gravina make for a formidable backline. Out front the guitar playing couldn’t be any one else but Rowland S Howard and his weary, almost journalistic vocal delivery dispassionately sits amidst the sweaty panic of the music, adding to the ill ease.

The band lurch in to Pop Crimes as if dragging a rain soaked body across a muddy field. The ghosts of Lee Hazlewood, Snatch, Sergio Leone, The Shangri-Las and nameless guys from a never known chain gang watch on. Within the first few breaths Rowland references Stalin, Calvary and genocide, whilst razoring guitar lines the current crop of post-punk revisionists could only fantasize about.

Shut Me Down is Rowland at his most romantic, though inevitably it’s shot through with loss and longing. If only Dusty Springfield were alive to revel in its drama. Talk Talk’s ”ËœLife’s What You Make It’ is re-imagined as if it had risen from the grind of a Detroit auto plant’s assembly line. ”ËœA Girl Called Johnny’ sees Jonnine D from HTRK sidle up to the microphone for a duet that will melt even the coldest of hearts. It’s a glorious missing link between the New York girl group sound and the street smarts of Suicide.
Townes Van Zandt’s ”ËœNothin’ is given a chilling tenement building transformation. ”ËœWayward Man’ has the band wailing like alarm sirens before Rowland emerges at his most contemplative with the gorgeous, fragile build of ”ËœAve Maria’.
Final track ”ËœThe Golden Age Of Bloodshed’ takes the album out on a swaggering, swashbuckling epic, with salvation slipping through the narrator’s fingers.

Rowland S. Howard has carved a deep scar across the landscape of contemporary music. Elsewhere in the world such a rogue character would be rewarded with glowing features in glossy music magazines, invited to curate arts festivals, offered their own radio show or feted with tribute albums. In Australia such a triumph of the spirit, a lifetime spent wilfully unyielding to the middle ground, is not so highly prized and not so publically commended. Sadly we don’t do gravitas. We don’t value those who scratch the polished surface, shine a pale light in to our darker corners, alert us to the fact that we are not without blame or weakness, dare to infer that the very same things that pleasure also corrode.

Rowland S Howard performed at All Tomorrow’s Parties, at the Mount Buller ski resort in alpine Australia- it was a comeback of sorts but was stymied due to his illness. Daylight and the charms of the great outdoors perhaps seemed at odds with his legend. But the large crowd was with this enigmatic man, grasped his right to be there and warmly welcomed him. Rowland seemed well aware that it was an unlikely journey for him to make in order to connect with an audience who know and value his worth. And with ever sharp wit he greeted them with the wry observation that “Sometimes Muhammad must come to the mountain.”

If only he had more time…

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  1. awesome guitarist, himself and keith levene, are my favourite of all time. the birthdays partys ‘bad seed’ and ‘mutiny’ eps, best exaample of his unique style imho.

    heres a really young rowland with his mate ollie olsen after discovering something called ‘punk rock’back (himself a talented electronic and trance producer) in melbourne – httpss://

  2. lovely.







  3. I truly appreciate this appreciation of my old mate, but for fuck’s sake spell his fucking name right… ROWLAND with a “W”… and in all capitals, all the time.

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  6. Quran (4:104) – “And be not weak hearted in pursuit of the enemy; if you suffer pain, then surely they (too) suffer pain as you suffer pain…”

  7. Rowland S. Howard is one of the most underrated musicians of the 80s and 90s. I think this is partly because of Nick Cave’s success after the Birthday Party. Nick Cave is a great musician and writer as well, but a lot of his success has been because he’s known how to surround himself with great musicians like Rowland. Thanks for bringing some of Rowland’s great work to light!

  8. In 1983ish I wandered into the glorious dark aural soundstage that was Rowland S. Howard. To some this may have been a late entry into Rowland’s world. In my defense I did and still do live wild western out post of Beautiful River New York by the now pristine shores of Lake Erie (just a bit north of the windmills.

    Sorry I digress. Back in this wonderous time a friend asked me if I have ever heard of The Birthday Party? Sadly my answer was no. Magically a swank magical vinyl disc appeared and the rest is a distant wondrous memory.

    It has hard to describe following Rowland down the shining dark musical footpath of his career. Somehow that magical gift some 37 years ago to my then 20 year old self feels about only a year or two ago to my now 57 year old self.

    Musically few things resonate with me like placing the needle on the record so long ago. It was in the same ratified air as hearing the Sex Pistol’s “Holiday In The Sun” back in 1978.

    Oh well it is nearly naptime or is it bedtime?
    Since my grammar, spelling, punctuation, sentence structure and general love of paragraphs are all askew it must be bedtime

    Oh yes, I agree that the misspelling of Rowland is a bit distress in an article about Rowland.

    This kind of thing would never happen to David Buoy.



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