Picture this, it’s ’79 – punk’s getting philosophical and Seventies disco is wheezing waiting for it’s Eighties inhaler. Then five exuberant nutters from Athens, Georgia rock up to dance this mess around a bit.
I realised while thinking about the ‘next one’ that being a punk, new wave, indie and nowadays classic rock fan there’s not exactly much joy in my album racks. A few disco era, the Bee Gees’ Saturday Night Fever soundtrack is mostly upbeat even if the film is grittier than you’d expect.
So running my finger along the spines and out slides this bright yellow pop art cut and paste thing by Sue Ab Surd (get it?) that sounds exactly like it looks. Joyful but odd in equal measure and totally new wave – because what other genre would have them? Art Brut now included music.
Nearly half a century on, and the B-52’s debut still sounds like it was made by visitors from Planet Claire where everything’s inclusive and brilliant all the time. What we’ve learned in the intervening decades is that this wasn’t just a great teenage party record – it was the moment American rock music remembered it was allowed to smile.
Back in ‘79, punk was getting all serious and art-school, chart disco was dying on its arse, and new wave was formed sixth formers in skinny ties looking miserable. Then along came five lunatics from Athens (Georgia) – with beehive hairdos, ‘a ‘thrift store’ look before Molly Ringwald and the audacity to suggest that rock music could be simultaneously completely mental and absolutely brilliant.
The genius of it is clearer now than ever. While their contemporaries were desperately trying to be cool, the B-52’s had stumbled onto something much more powerful – they were trying to be joyful. And joy, as it turns out, is infectious.
Fred Schneider’s vocal approach was nothing short of revolutionary, though nobody realised it at the time. That Schrechgesang ‘speak-sing’ delivery that seemed bonkers in ‘79 basically invented alternative rock vocals. Indie frontman like Michael Stipe channelled a bit of Fred’s fearless weirdness. The man gave permission for rock singers to stop being frontmen and be themselves.
“Rock Lobster” once destined for the bizarre list alongside Telephone Man and Oh Superman! has revealed itself to be pure genius – a seven-minute masterclass in how to build tension, create atmosphere, “Rock lobster, down, down” and anyone that way inclined lose their mind on a dance floor. please listen to it now. It’s f***ing crazed. As the closer for side one it’s perfect, you cannot wait to hear side two. Chapeau Chris Blackwell and B-52’s.
Fun fact; Cindy Wilson’s screaming vocals, reminiscent of Yoko Ono (with the mic left on) and the album’s playful nature directly inspired John Lennon to come out of retirement to write and record Double Fantasy. That tells you everything about its power. If it was good enough to get a Beatle excited about music again, it’s worth attention. It’s hot lava!
But here’s what’s become most apparent with time, this wasn’t just novelty nonsense. The B-52’s were proper musicians creating genuinely innovative sounds. Kate Pierson and Cindy Wilson’s vocal interplay was decades ahead of its time, creating templates that alt-rock new wave bands like the Go-Go’s would follow. Ricky Wilson’s guitar, jangly alien-surf-rock, created a sound that would dominate US college rock for the next two decades.
The Athens connection looks even more significant now. That vibrant and bustling college town also produced R.E.M. and literally dozens of lesser known US indie bands. But the B-52’s got there first, proving that stateside you didn’t need to be in New York or LA to create something world-changing. All you needed was great imagination, a sense of humour, and no shame.
What’s remarkable is how modern this record still sounds. You could play “Planet Claire” today and it sounds fresh, unaffected by fashion and super upbeat. It exists outside of time, belonging to no particular era because this album created its own entire universe.
The album’s influence on fashion, art, and general cultural weirdness is immeasurable. The B-52’s made it acceptable to be fun and outrageous. Note fun. They proved that style and substance weren’t exclusive, that you could be completely over the top and still create lasting art. This is Drag Race T-40 years, no B-52’s no Scissor Sisters, maybe for a few coming out became easier and every person who’s ever teased their hair into an impossible shape owes them a drink.
Looking back, the production by Chris Blackwell is inspired. A clean, spacious mix that lets every mad element breathe – it was the perfect sonic setting for controlled chaos. While punk records were deliberately aggressive and new wave was often formulaic and sometimes saved by power pop, the B-52’s found the sweet spot where everything was clear, punchy, and completely alive. Over the next decade other US alternative bands like R.E.M applied the jangly guitar courtesy of Peter Buck and clean uncluttered mixes, Sonic Youth particularly on Daydream Nation that clarity and chaos evident here and The Go-Gos who applied similar vocal interplay, there are also similarities with Talking Heads although these are simultaneous with Brian Eno at the controls until 1981.
A then revolutionary feminist angle has only become more apparent with age. In an era when women in rock were still fighting for basic recognition, Kate and Cindy weren’t just singers – they were equal creative partners, their voices driving the songs as much as any instrument. They presented a model where gender was irrelevant; all that mattered was bringing their energy.
What’s most impressive about revisiting this album now is how it’s aged like fine wine whilst somehow getting more relevant. In our current era of manufactured authenticity and focus-grouped strategy, there’s something deeply inspiring about the B-52’s’ complete commitment to their own beautiful madness. They had a vision, admittedly involving lobsters, aliens, and enough Harmony [insert any US hair spray for local readers] to punch a hole in the ozone and they pursued it with utter conviction.
The ripple effects are still being felt. Is too much to say that without the band and this album, there’s no US college rock explosion or indie revolution, no acceptance that American rock could be colourful and strange. Kurt Cobain in those big white sunglasses. The B-52’s didn’t just make a great debut – they rewrote the rules.
Forty-six years on, “The B-52’s” debut album remains the sound of pure possibility, proof again from these retrospective reviews and research (also for my book Art Pop / Pop Art) that the best art comes from the margins, from people who care more about creating something wonderful than following the rules. It’s a record that gets better with age, revealing new layers of genius with each listen. I’ve loved playing it again.
In a world that often feels like it’s forgotten how to have fun, the B-52’s debut stands as a reminder that sometimes the most revolutionary thing you can do is refuse to take yourself too seriously. They created music that was so purely themselves that it transcended trends, genres, and decades.
Still essential. Still mental. Still absolutely bloody brilliant. 6060-842!