David Edward Sutch (10 November 1940 – 16 June 1999), also known as "Scream… Read Full Bio ↴David Edward Sutch (10 November 1940 – 16 June 1999), also known as "Screaming Lord Sutch", "3rd Earl of Harrow", or simply "Lord Sutch", was a musician from the United Kingdom. He was the founder of the Official Monster Raving Loony Party and served as its leader from 1983 to 1999, during which time he stood in numerous parliamentary elections.
Screaming Lord Sutch was born in North London. His father, a war reserve policeman, was killed in an accident when his son was 10 months old. His mother - to whom he was devoted - was a fan of Dickens; she christened him David after David Copperfield. For most of the next fifteen years they shared a flat and poverty in what he called a dead-end street in Kilburn, while she worked as a cleaner and shop assistant. Entertainment was Saturday morning pictures and the Metropolitan Music Hall, Edgeware Road. In 1956, after David had left school, they moved to South Harrow, where he became a window cleaner.
It was the birth of British rock music; a time when the young and desperate could pursue a new escape route. What he called his 'wild man of Borneo look' got Screaming Lord Sutch a spot singing at the Two I's coffee bar in Soho. His style evolved, or lurched, out of that slurry of music hall (he was a Max Miller fan), horror movies, Grand Guignol, pulp comics, slapstick and transatlantic pop. Thus did the black American rhythm & blues singer Screaming Jay Hawkins provide a name, and the basis of an act.
In 1961 he was spotted by the curious and doomed independent record producer Joe Meek. "I was doing the horror", said Sutch, "screaming and yelling. I had 18 inches of hair and I was running around in buffalo horns and my auntie's leopardskin coat. The scout said 'You've got a different approach. You want to make a record?'". Screaming Lord Sutch made records, and recorded with a clutch of (later) distinguished British rock musicians. The early subject matter focused on disembowelment and graveyards - on one occasion Meek posed Screaming Lord Sutch as Jack the Ripper in Whitechapel at night. Both men, observed Sutch, were intrigued by horror films. But he had no real hits. Indeed, by 1963 his career had been swamped by the Mersey boom.
It was then that he went to Stratford, campaigning for commercial radio, votes at 18, abolition of dog licences and his share of the spotlight, with the mix of native wit and puerility that marked his aimless - or dadaist - media courtship. The live act around Europe, and playing small halls and pubs, provided an income.
His last political hurrah was in the 1995 Littleborough and Saddleworth byelection (the OMRLP didn't have the money to run in the last European elections). But more than finances, it was perhaps the times that had finally run out.
Screaming Lord Sutch was born in North London. His father, a war reserve policeman, was killed in an accident when his son was 10 months old. His mother - to whom he was devoted - was a fan of Dickens; she christened him David after David Copperfield. For most of the next fifteen years they shared a flat and poverty in what he called a dead-end street in Kilburn, while she worked as a cleaner and shop assistant. Entertainment was Saturday morning pictures and the Metropolitan Music Hall, Edgeware Road. In 1956, after David had left school, they moved to South Harrow, where he became a window cleaner.
It was the birth of British rock music; a time when the young and desperate could pursue a new escape route. What he called his 'wild man of Borneo look' got Screaming Lord Sutch a spot singing at the Two I's coffee bar in Soho. His style evolved, or lurched, out of that slurry of music hall (he was a Max Miller fan), horror movies, Grand Guignol, pulp comics, slapstick and transatlantic pop. Thus did the black American rhythm & blues singer Screaming Jay Hawkins provide a name, and the basis of an act.
In 1961 he was spotted by the curious and doomed independent record producer Joe Meek. "I was doing the horror", said Sutch, "screaming and yelling. I had 18 inches of hair and I was running around in buffalo horns and my auntie's leopardskin coat. The scout said 'You've got a different approach. You want to make a record?'". Screaming Lord Sutch made records, and recorded with a clutch of (later) distinguished British rock musicians. The early subject matter focused on disembowelment and graveyards - on one occasion Meek posed Screaming Lord Sutch as Jack the Ripper in Whitechapel at night. Both men, observed Sutch, were intrigued by horror films. But he had no real hits. Indeed, by 1963 his career had been swamped by the Mersey boom.
It was then that he went to Stratford, campaigning for commercial radio, votes at 18, abolition of dog licences and his share of the spotlight, with the mix of native wit and puerility that marked his aimless - or dadaist - media courtship. The live act around Europe, and playing small halls and pubs, provided an income.
His last political hurrah was in the 1995 Littleborough and Saddleworth byelection (the OMRLP didn't have the money to run in the last European elections). But more than finances, it was perhaps the times that had finally run out.
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Screaming Lord Sutch Lyrics
We have lyrics for these tracks by Screaming Lord Sutch:
'Til The Following Night When the shade of night a-fallin' And the moon is shinin'…
All Back And Hairy Last night I was digging in the cemetery Up jumps…
All Black & Hairy Last night I was digging in the cemetery Up jumps…
All Black And Hairy Last night I was digging in the cemetery Up jumps…
Baby Come Back Let Me Tell You ‘bout My Girlfriend – She's A…
Black and Hairy Last night I was digging in the cemetery Up jumps…
Brightest Lights We see the news every night But they still don't let…
Cause I Love You Alright here we go yeah baby I love you, you know…
Dracula's Daughter It was late one night when the moon shone bright I…
Good Golly Miss Molly Good golly Miss Molly, sure like to ball. Good golly, Miss…
Honey Hush Come in this house stop all that yakity yak Come in…
Honey Hush 65 Come in this house stop all that yakity yak Come in…
Jack the Ripper Huh-uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh-uh, aaaaaaaah! Wuaaaaah The Ripper,…
Murder In The Graveyard Murder!! Murder!! Murder!! Murder in the graveyard, late la…
The Cheat Just left my baby Try not to care Got about enough misery Ju…
Til the Following Night When the shade of night a-fallin' And the moon is shinin'…
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Garluth
L - O - N , G - O - N
L - O - N , D - O - N
L is for the "Land" for you see on the Streets,
O is for the "Old" Things that Never go,
N is for the "Nights" people who live in there,
D is for the "Damage" straight get in the Air,
O is for The "Opportunity" you get in there,
N is for the "New" Things happening away,
London is a Place that wanna see Fashion!
London is a Place that wanna see Styles!
London is a Place with all the End Clubs!
London is a Place and its not too Far! ......
raindogred
I don't agree this is the worst album - its pretty awsome. I have this on vinyl and although I have never put it on heavey rotation - its always good for a listen over the years
Deirdre McKendry
I do NOT agree this was a bad album. This is one of my favorite albums. I own the original vinyl I got in 1978.
Michael Clifton
This is ground zero for what became punk rock.
Lord Sutch suggests several different coming trends including the new romantics movement.
elimar
Screamed along to most of this album in the 70's. Some of the best moments in rock history are created when it does not take itself too seriously.
M L
I love this song. The guitar work is excellent.
plipskis
'Lord Sutch and Heavy Friends' was named in a 1998 BBC poll as the worst album of all time... the next year he committed suicide. Long Live Screaming Lord Sutch!
John R.
People who say this album is the worst of all time just come off like douchebags who are trying (and failing) to be trendy/edgy. Can anyone honestly say that Justin Bieber or the Backseat Boys put out better material than this? This stuff kicks major ass.
David Davis
Only good thing about the BBC, is their studios, run by starched up nimrods who have absolutely no right reviewing artists, period. BBC snuffed Sutch out
julio chiang
Que hermoso recuerdos de los años 1970 yo tenia 15 años Bamos lord sutch and Heary friends 🎤🥁🎹🎸👍😎❤️
Tommy Gleeson
A treasured vinyl bought 1974 for 50p in Old Friary shopping centreAylesbury . My bro' met Noel Redding in a pub 20 years later and mentioned his guest appearance in passing, they laughed all night.
Sutchy was so close to greatness just 10 years too soon.