The LA Beat

The Damned at the Fonda Theater November 2, 2018. All photos by Bob Lee for the Los Angeles Beat.

Ever since their first visit to these shores in 1977, Los Angeles has had it bad for the Damned. They were embraced early, in a big way, pointing LA’s first wave of punk bands toward an allegiance with the Brits’ more visceral, unruly take on primitive rock and roll than their artsy-fartsy New York counterparts. They made the turn from punk rock to vampiric goth anthems in the early eighties, right at the moment that Death Rock was being pioneered in Hollywood, and the town’s love for them only increased. The lingering affection from multiple generations was evidenced by their heavily sold out Fonda Theater appearance, where assembled punters of a wide range of ages playfully slammed into each other and pogoed up a storm.

I’ve seen the band seven times now since 2001, often on or near Halloween night – once when we both happened to be in New Orleans for the occasion, once when I found myself refused admission to some bullshit liquor company Halloween party on the roof of the Mondrian that I had been invited to, but saw the Damned’s name on the marquee across the street and raced over there, just in time to see them belting out “Pushing Too Hard” with Sky Saxon himself on vocals. I think I’ve seen three different bass players, including LA native Patricia Morrison at that first gig or two, but Dave Vanian, Captain Sensible, drummer Pinch and keyboardist Monty Oxymoron have been there the whole time. And they are still the same tight, yet reckless, little unit they always were. Maybe Vanian has a Dorian Grey style portrait in his home, but instead of a portrait, a DVD of an an aging band that plays like a decrepit version of itself, and every year it gets crappier and crappier.hatever his infernal secret, it’s working – the Damned that we see on stage is still damned entertaining.

Much of their set derives from The Black Album, that darkness-embracing collection from 1980 that still looms large over them. There’s a cover of Paul Ryan’s “Eloise” toward the end of the night that builds up an impressive head of steam. There’s a tune from 2001’s Grave Disorder, and one from their recent Evil Spirits, and a sprinkling of songs from their later 80s albums Strawberries and Phantasmagoria. But the churning at the front gets more intense as they give thanks from the stage to original guitarist Brian James – “without whom there would be no Damned, and no Sex Pistols, AND no bloody Green Day”, according to Sensible – and bust into a ferocious “Born To Kill” from their debut. It reaches a fever pitch for the set-closing “New Rose” and “Neat Neat Neat”, undeniable riffs, irresistible bait for the slam-happy. By the conclusion of final-encore “Smash It Up”, those at the front of crowd have been drained, and Vanian has recovered some of the color in his face. Continue reading →