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.
Til the Following Night
Screaming Lord Sutch Lyrics
When the shade of night a-fallin'
And the moon is shinin' bright
In the center of a graveyard
In the middle of the night
I get out of my great big long black coffin 'til the following night
I got two horns on my head
And a twinkle in my eye
I got two feet of hair
And it makes the chicks all sigh
When I hit 'em with my great big clubs, start to holler and cry
Dance and sing or scream for me
While we pound the floor
Somebody shake your head, the whole jaw bled
When I scream for more
While the bats are a-flyin'
And the cats are a-sighin'
And the zombies are a-dancin'
And the skeletons prancin'
I get into my great big coffin 'til the following night
Dance and sing or scream for me
While we pound the floor
Somebody shake your head, the whole jaw bled
When I scream for more
While the bats are a-flyin'
And the cats are a-sighin'
And the zombies are a-dancin'
And the skeletons prancin'
I get into my great big coffin 'til the following night
'Til the following night
'Til the following night
And the moon is shinin' bright
In the center of a graveyard
In the middle of the night
I get out of my great big long black coffin 'til the following night
I got two horns on my head
And a twinkle in my eye
I got two feet of hair
And it makes the chicks all sigh
Dance and sing or scream for me
While we pound the floor
Somebody shake your head, the whole jaw bled
When I scream for more
While the bats are a-flyin'
And the cats are a-sighin'
And the zombies are a-dancin'
And the skeletons prancin'
I get into my great big coffin 'til the following night
Dance and sing or scream for me
While we pound the floor
Somebody shake your head, the whole jaw bled
When I scream for more
While the bats are a-flyin'
And the cats are a-sighin'
And the zombies are a-dancin'
And the skeletons prancin'
I get into my great big coffin 'til the following night
'Til the following night
'Til the following night
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: LORD DAVID SUTCH
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@dirtyolcanyanero
The best screaming...... EVER! I just don't think it gets any better than that.
@billcurtis7240
Yup I also saw Screaming Lord Such live, the highly salubrious Lincoln Drill hall, he was brought in in a coffin. Great show, great music. New nothing about joe Meek in those days, just discovered a lot later that many of my favourite tracks were produced by the same amazing man. Telstar, Johnny Remember me, Wild wind, Robot. All had something special, a sort unique Meek sound
@patrickhicks9880
this is cool i love it
@elcidnewton7686
Great band
@rudigerlabahn5238
Toller Sound.
@jvmt8719
This is amazing. This feels like proto-goth rock. Sure, it still sounds quite 60's and I'm not saying there is a traceable musical lineage from this to the goth rock of the early to mid 80's, but imagine Alien Sex Fiend covering this and it at least seems possible
@davidhamilton2726
Brand New Cadillac was by Vince Taylor who Bowie got his idea for Ziggy Stardust from. It is ine of the 3 genuine British rock tracks with Cliff's Dynamite and Shaking All over by Johhny Kidd. I would add this Sutch song to that. Sutch was influenced by Hawkins 0 - the coffin act certainly, but his live shows were the best rock act I have ever seen. Lots of greats like Ritchie Blackmore started with Sutch's band The Savages.
@87dramarama
no
@justagirl12345
Totally! I think of other artists that I think that theybwere the "goths" of their era
@lexlex862
i saw lord such in birkenhead early sixties Freddy Fingers lee on keys great showman ,nothing like him around now