I've still got my copy of The The's stunning Infected: The Movie on VHS tape, but it's been many many years since I've actually been able to play the thing. Legal and licensing entanglements mean that a DVD or digital release is unlikely in the near future, but a lucky few (sadly not including me) did get to see it on the big screen back in 2016 with a 30th anniversary screening at London’s ICA. A short but fascinating documentary about the film was unexpectedly released on The The's official website on Valentine's Day.
I remember seeing the Infected: The Movie's TV premiere on Channel 4 in December 1986. I'd bought Infected (on vinyl, with limited edition 'torture' sleeve) the month before and I became obsessed with the album. Experiencing the videos took the songs - and Infected as a whole - to another level.
The album and the film closes with The Mercy Beat, filmed in Iquitos, Peru and La Paz in Bolivia. Directed by Peter ‘Sleazy’ Christopherson, it's an incredible visual imagining of Matt Johnson's lyrics and music, including some tense on-the-fly scenes filmed during a political rally. Johnson later recalled the filming of scenes in the midst of the crowd:
"Someone produced a snake which I was grappling with, and I hate
snakes. A monkey bit me, and then me and this guy, who I'd only just
met, cut each other and we became blood brothers, rubbing blood over
each other's face, stuff like that."
Whilst filming in the Amazon jungle, Johnson's drug experience was further expanded by an introduction to hallucinogenic concoctions used by the indigenous tribes. This dislocated, out of body experience permeates the entire video album and The Mercy Beat brilliantly captures this.
In lieu of a re-release, you can currently piece together Infected: The Movie via various sources on YouTube and I'll possibly revisit the entire album in a future post. In the meantime, I'm pulling out the old vinyl - now crackly and in a cat-scratched sleeve - for an airing this weekend. There's a high wind blowing...
There's a high wind blowing and the stars are shining bright
Oh what a night, this is gonna be
I think I'll let the world sleep without me
I got one eye open, one eye closed
Oh what a night, this is gonna be
I think I'll let the world sleep without me
I got one eye open, one eye closed
And my thin body's trembling beneath the bedclothes
My hearts beating against the roof of my mouth
My hearts beating against the roof of my mouth
It's almost time to get out of this house
I got one hand on the radio, one hand on the wheel
I got my right foot on the floorboard
I'm preparing to kill or be killed
There's a high wind blowing and the stars are shining bright
And the rain upon the tarmac
Helps me sail through the traffic lights
I'm heading down to the dock of the bay
I'm heading down to the dock of the bay
To feel the power of the waves
I'm gonna move up close to that wind
I'm gonna move up close to that wind
And wrestle with the thoughts solitude always brings
You see, I'm stuck between hell and the deep blue sea
And I know that water's sucked under better men than me
I was just another western guy
I was just another western guy
With desires that couldn't be satisfied
One day, I asked the angels for inspiration
But the devil bought me a drink
And he's been buying them ever since
He's had the liquor on my tongue
Feel like the sea upon the sand
He's had me signing confessions
He's had me signing confessions
Feom this shaking hand,
He's had me struggling to hang onto hope
He's had me struggling to hang onto hope
Like a drunken sailor in a tugboat
With a bottle of vodka in my overcoat
With a bottle of vodka in my overcoat
And my dog eared bible lost--overboard
You see he tricked me into temptation
So I've tricked him into this confrontation
I never said I was the man I appeared to be
Not the flesh wrapped around the bones of necessity
Or the soul on fire, scribbling thoughts for posterity
I'm gonna have little Lucifer, running off to Purgatory
I never said I was the man I appeared to be
Not the flesh wrapped around the bones of necessity
Or the soul on fire, scribbling thoughts for posterity
I'm gonna have little Lucifer, running off to Purgatory
With his tail between his legs
I'm gonna teach him a lesson
I'm gonna teach him a lesson
He ain't ever gonna forget
All the vultures & crows are fixing up some tombstones
But they won't be chewing the meat off my bones
But they won't be chewing the meat off my bones
There's a high wind blowing and the stars are shining bright
Me and him are gonna have a little knife fight
In the bowels of the big city skyline
Oh, this feeling inside runs dark and deep
Oh, this feeling inside runs dark and deep
Tonight my hearts not thumping
...A Mercy Beat
I was just another western guy
With desires that couldn't be satisfied
What a night this is gonna be
The world can sleep without me
What a night this is gonna be
The world can sleep without me What a night this is gonna be
The world can sleep without me
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