B i o g r a p h y
 (by Richie Unterberger)

One of the quirkiest and most idiosyncratic groups to emerge from the early British new wave indie scene, Young Marble Giants (from Cardiff, Wales) were not so much new wave in sound as in strategy. They subverted conventional pop/rock methods by stripping both song construction and instrumentation to its essence. A reverberant funky bass, a shrill organ, short choppy bursts of guitar chords, a softly clicking drum machine — that was all the trio needed. The hauntingly spacious sound was made both more intimate and foreboding by Alison Statton's coolly intoned, almost neutral vocals. The words were more important for their mood than their content. Pop minimalism of the first order, it now stands as one of the first fully formed expressions of the subgenre that would be called post-punk. Needless to say, it was also quite resistant to widespread commercial success, although it quickly attracted a cult following. Almost the whole of their output is contained on their debut and, as it turned out, their only album, Colossal Youth (1980). After an EP in 1981, the group broke up. Alison Statton went into a more jazz-lounge-pop direction with Weekend and solo recordings. YMG guitarist and principal YMG songwriter Stuart Moxham formed the Gist, and in the 1990s, after a series of personal setbacks, began regularly releasing solo product with fuller and more traditional rock arrangements than those identified with the Young Marble Giants.

Colossal Youth
- 1980-02-01 -

Searching For Mr Right
Include Me Out
The Taxi (Instrumental)
Eating Noddemix
Constantly Changing
Colossal Youth
Music For Evenings
The Man Amplifier
Choci loni
Wurlitzer Jukebox!
Salad days
Credit In The Straight World
Wind in the rigging (Instrumental)

Non Album Tracks
- Misc -

Final Day
Radio Silents
Ode To Booker T.


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Colossal Youth

Searching For Mr Right

Searching for Mr Right
Waiting up half the night

Feeling like I'll be dead
Before I'm old
Teaching myself to be
The Young Untold

How can I hope to be
Someone for you to see?

Blind as the Fate decrees
I will go on
Teaching myself to be
The Young Untold

Am I in vain tonight?
Lose you against the light
Who can you be
Mr Right?

Include Me Out

Re-arranging the atoms in my hairdo
Gets me thinking 'bout
good times I had with you
Back in the Sixties when love was free
Never need to worry bout my G.C.E.

Dying of boredom in your plastic home
Pretty the pictures, work to the bone
Don't be depressed,
you can just pick up the phone
But it won't answer 'cos
there's no-one home

Count your possessions out one by one
Include your lovers, include the one
You threw away in nineteen sixty three
Include me out, don't label me

Eating Noddemix

Staring at the mirror on
the steamy bathroom wall
eating a Noddemix
As the people are running
the highrise starts to fall
While she neatly wipes her lips

The reporters pick up
their pads and pens
As they rush to the scene
And the cameras wink on the gory views
How the Editors agree

Putting on her makeup
she glances at the clock
Next she'll paint her nails
The train has collided
the driver didn't stop
As she slips onto the scales

Looking for her car keys
she finds them in her shoe
Lift the magazine from the floor
That long-ago mystery
has revealed another clue
As she quickly shuts the door

Yeah, man, they just pulled over now,
And it looks like it's gonna be an all-night job tonight, you know.
If you could send a few cars, it would sure help a lot.
And I should sip wine in front of the TV tonight
Because there's a program I wish you to see.
I'll start making a few inquiries already.
Ok, that's all for now.

Constantly Changing

And when I see you
Constantly changing
Never the same as, never remaining
I cannot fix you in a position
Where I would lose you out of my vision
For you are movement
And that is nothing


It's nice to hear you're having a good time
But it still hurts 'cos you used to be mine
This doesn't mean that I possessed you
You're haunting me because I let you

Shape up your body "Let's be a tree"
Visual dynamics for you to see
Nature intended the abstract
for you and me

No rain outside but tears in my eyes
Out on the rooftop for a surprise
Call you at teatime
In off the street
Sit down at table, Mummy is neat

Colossal Youth

If you think the world is
a machine with one cog
And that cog is you,
or the things that you do
Then you are not in this world
The world is not you

If you think the world
is a balloon in your head
When it goes bang only
you will be dead
'Cos you are not in this world
The world is not you

If you think the world lies
at the top of your legs
And you only live when you are in bed
Then you are not in this world
The world is your head

If you think the world is
a clutter of existence
Falling through the air
with minimal resistance
You could be right, how would I know?
Colossal youth is showing the way to go

Music For Evenings

I don't need you to love me
I don't need you to care
Take your body from by me
Be yourself over there

Though you think you adore me
Secretly you just bore me
When I'm thinking of something
You always come up nothing

Now I'm not a neurotic
Or my business spasmodic
And my only excuse is:
Everything comes from chaos

Keep your music for evenings
And your coffee for callers
Say goodbye to your freedom
Don't come here with your wallet

The Man Amplifier

The Man Amplifier
has everything but desire
Is a robot when he should
Never tires, ever good
And we're singing

Parallel sympathy with you
Skin to metal overture
Take a walk, he's always near
Like a shadow, never fear
While we're singing

Like a tower in the dark
He can leave you feeling stark
While his fingers fall away
Love is climbing in his heart
So we're singing

Take a towel to his brow
Soothe the features of the proud
Lubricate the inner man
Exercise him when you can
And be singing

Choci Loni

Eaten out of house and home,
Choci Loni starts a roam
Putting on a bandolier,
hearing through a nudie ear
Choci Loni roams

Wurlitzer Jukebox!

Parrish is dancing, his feet are a bIur
Comes to a standstill,
I ask him a question
He doesn't hear
Wurlitzer jukebox

Fingers are pointed in my direction
Words fly around me,
Everyone's chanting

Salad Days

Think of salad days
They were folly and fun
They were good, they were young

Credit In The Straight World

Go for credit in the straight world
Look a dealer in the eye
Go for credit in the real world
Won't you try?

I got some credit in the straight world
I lost a leg, I lost an eye
Go for credit in the real world
You won't die

Instant credit in the straight world
Leaving money when you die
Lots of credit in the real world gets you high


So bad when you went away
Nothing I could do or say
And now we are a lonely two
Sit at home and watch the tube

I've been hurt before,
Sorrow knocking on my door

And so I make a brand-new-life
Fashioned out of brand-new strife
And when I hear the doorbell ring
I can never let them in to me

Pain is in me every day
When you went it came to stay
Come and be a cure for me
Make the tears come out of me

So bad when you went away
Nothing I could do or say
And when I hear the doorbell ring
I can never let them in to me

Non Album Tracks

Final Day

When the rich die last
Like the rabbits
Running from a lucky past
Full of shadow cunning
And the world lights up
For the final day
We will all be poor
Having had our say

Put a blanket up on the window pane
When the baby cries lullaby again
As the light goes out on the final day
For the people who never had a say

There is so much noise
There is too much heat
And the living floor
throws you off your feet
As the final day falls into the night
There is peace outside
in the narrow light

Radio Silents

Be polite
Just for one time

Be polite
You know a smile when you see one

Just for once
You say it's better if we don't write

Radio silents
Be polite


Yesterday we were always laughing
Always good for a laugh in passing
Stepping outside of the rules for asking

Misery passes and so does crying
Just look around
when you feel like dying
Stepping outside of the rules
when trying

Hopeless cases will drag you under
Fiery lovers will make you blunder
Tearing all the rules asunder

Trying to cakewalk but it's too boring
Coming to life at four in the morning
You think you're alive
But then you're just yawning

Ode To Booker T.

Voices over cast doubt in my mind
See what I'm hearing,
Don't leave me behind
I don't doubt that you will be mine
Life is so much better
When you're toeing the line
Stay away from people you know
They're out to get you
Here we go

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