April 1975 and the once mighty New York Dolls were well and truly on
the skids...Although their first two albums had snagged acres of
critical acclaim, sales had been sluggish and their record label
were losing patience rapidly. To add insult to injury a heap of no
talent copycats (Kiss/Aerosmith etc.. yaaaawn!) were knocking the
sharp edges off the Dolls original blueprint and preparing to rake
in big bucks with watered down AM friendly radio crap…
Meanwhile back in the Dolls camp our increasingly beleagured heroes
had been gearing up for that last ditch ‘make or break’ 3rd LP but
progress had been stymied by internecine band feuding and bickering
fuelled by increasing levels of substance abuse and rampant ego
mania. To put it mildly, things were not looking good..
At this point in their career geeky gingo habadasher and wannabe
Dolls groupie cum manager Malcolm McLaren entered the picture. Talcy
Malc’s half assed brainstorm of dressing our all American boys in
‘red patent leather’ and having ‘em play under hammer and sickle
flags backfired spectacularly, turning their few remaining media
buddies dead against ‘em - and a hastily arranged comeback tour
belly flopped disastrously leaving our former press darlings
stumbling thanklessly around the backwaters of Florida playing for
chump change in the local redneck bars and holing up in a trailer
park owned by Jerry Nolan’s Mum! Flat broke and busted, frustration
turned to desperation for certain band members who were finding it
impossible to cop..and when frazzled frontman Johansen quipped
snidely ‘no one in this band is irreplaceable’ Johnny Thunders and
his trusty sidekick ‘Needles’ Nolan finally decided it was time to
split for good , returning post haste to New York City where they
could score in peace..
Somewhat prophetically, Syl and Davey Jo carried on with various
permutations of ersatz Dolls/Dollettes for the next few years – but
they weren’t really fooling anyone - apart from our friends in Japan
who welcomed ‘em with open arms and wallets..gawd bless em! It’s
worth noting however, that much of the material performed by these
latter days Dolls was drawn from the cache of songs which had been
earmarked for the Dolls third album and was absolutely first rate,
later providing the backbone for Johansen’s highly acclaimed solo
debut and Syl’s hugely under rated Criminals.
Returning home to scuzz city central Johnny and Jerry started
looking for likely candidates for their new band. As fate would have
it, fellow junkfiend Richard Hell had only recently been bounced
from egghead scenesters Televison – ostensibly due to his
rudimentary bass technique. The truth was more straightforward.
Quite simply, Hell, already sporting his trademark spiked crop and
ripped tee shirts, had been getting far more attention than wimpy
frontman/geek Verlaine – a situation Verlaine’s ginormous ego just
couldn’t tolerate any longer. Though hardly the world’s most
dextrous bassist, Hell was an enormously charismatic singer and
wordsmith, with several future classics like ‘Blank Generation’
already under his belt. And so our three junkie heroes united under
‘The Heartbreakers’ banner, cobbling together a mighty impressive
set in a very short space of time, as all three band members (Jerry
too!) were mighty talented songwriters and Thunders and Hell both
had a ready backlog of killer songs to pick and choose from.
Thunders bringing such ex Dolls gems to the party as ‘Pirate Love’
and ‘Endless Party’ and Hell not to be out done with early versions
of the aforementioned ‘Blank Generation’ and ‘Love Comes In Spurts’.
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Debuting as a
three piece in May ‘75 the Heartbreakers were a major hit right off
the blocks – with such chequered pasts and ill concealed drug
habits, many people expected to see ‘em fall flat on their faces –
but our unholy trinity confounded all expectations and really kicked
ass onstage - as live tapes from the time fully attest. Somewhat
amazingly their set was made up of feisty, hugely intelligent,
spunky and abrasive three minute hook filled proto punk anthems. All
the more remarkable when ya pause to consider that this was early
1975 and the rest of the US of A was gripped by the disco hustle,
lame prog rock and cheesy AOR slop. You’d best believe me too when I
say this was (and is!) truly revolutionary stuff. Typically,
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than a few folks were studiously taking notes which they would
later put to very good use..(McLaren, The Brudders Ramone, Debbie Harry
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To beef up
the onstage sound various folks were considered as second guitarist.
NY scenster Eliot Kidd and future Real Kids mainman John Felice were
possible contenders – but the addition of feisty ex Demon Walter
‘Waldo’ Lure on second guitar/vocals was a particularly inspired
choice as not only was Lure was a real talented singer/songwriter in
his own right but also a pretty damn mean lead guitarist too…(Even
to this day Johnny Thunders gets credited with a lot of the spiffy
guitar manglin’ that was played by bug eyed Waldo – an unfortunate
fate shared by Syl back in the Dolls heyday..oh and Waldo later
played lead on a handful of Ramones albums too fact fans!)
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Constant gigging honed their chops and within months The
Heartbreakers had built up a truly formidable rep as the
hottest live band in New Yawk - able to wipe the floor with
any band on their home turf and churning out hot new material
like there was tomorrow – again, studio demos and live tapes
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more than back this up…this truly was one hot combo! Taking
his cue from Hell,Nolan and Lure, Thunders even lopped off
his Dollsy trademark flowing locks, the band looking more and more
like a 50s street gang every day. ‘Catch ‘em while they’re still
alive’ boasted the posters and check out the famous publicity photos
where our heroes are all holding what looks like blood spattered
exploding hearts – in reality melted chocolate bars! Ultra cool or
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Word spread
quick and it wasn’t long before reports began to filter back across
this side of the pond – here was a new band who truly was a force to
be reckoned with and again, tapes and video footage from this time
show a band almost single handedly defining what later became the
blueprint for punk rock as we would come to know and lurve it….and
that’s a plain historical fact bub! Like it or lump it!
Soooo..Now hugely popular and revered in their hometown all the
Heartbreakers needed was record deal. A mere formality for such a
hip’n happenin’ outfit you’d have thunk? Tellingly, US labels
steered clear - frightened by the bands no holds barred image and
still reluctant to touch any ex members of the notoriously
troublesome ex Dolls with the proverbial bargepole – no matter how
many big apple column inches they garnered.
Disappointingly too, Hell had decided that he had enough of sharing
the spotlight with the volatile Mr Thunders hatching an ill fated
plot to oust JT. Disgusted at this ego fuelled ultimatum, Hell’s
erstwhile bandmates presented him with his marching orders instead -
electing to stick with Johnny T.!(A real dumb pity in my book –
imagine just how truly awe inspiring a studio record a Thunders/Hell
powered line up coulda unleashed…punk rock with brains and balls! Aw
well..t’was not to be!!)

Thunders & Rath
- Photo R.Stevenson |
For his part,
Thunders had simply had enough of playing second fiddle and mid 76
saw a hastily revamped Heartbreakers with Johnny officially assuming
the role of frontman with new recruit (and self confessed ‘ex
gigolo’ ) Billy Rath taking over bass duties. A more surefooted and
solid rock’ n’ roll rooted bassist than Hell, Rath allowed our
scuzzball heroes to shift up another couple of gears and with the
increasingly confident Lure now co writing with both Thunders and
Nolan and sharing guitar and vocal duties the ‘new’ ‘breakers were
tighter and tuffer than ever…still playing to packed houses and
destroying the competition - but still unable to snag that record
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Hell meanwhile moved on to the Voidoids – one of the finest, most
influential, intelligent, provocative and most criminally under
rated acts anyplace, any time, anywhere…but that’s another story for
another time..Starting to get frustrated at going nowhere fast
Thunders and co were highly amused when their erstwhile
‘habardasher’ chum ‘talcy’ Malcy McLaren got in touch with newly
installed manager Leee Black Childers and begged ‘em to fly to the
UK to join the ‘Anarchy In The UK’ Tour he was setting up to plug
his new combo – one ‘Sex Pistols’. At long last the lessons he had
learned from the Dolls were getting put to good use..
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