Sixties Music

RETROSPECTIVE: The Beautiful Madness Of Pet Sounds

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From surf music to sonic revolution: why Pet Sounds remains pop’s most extraordinary achievement and Brian Wilson’s last coherent masterpiece.


At the passing of the musically creative genius Brian Wilson, I’ve written this sixth decade reappraisal of The Beach Boys album Pet Sounds as a meditation on one of music’s most extraordinary creative achievements. A work that represents both the culmination of years of obsessive craft development and the sound of consciousness chemically expanded beyond conventional limits.

From a technical, production and arrangement perspective Pet Sounds – compared to literally everything produced beforehand anywhere is like comparing a Chevy Bel Air with a Saturn 5 rocket plus Apollo orbiter and lander. But this quantum leap didn’t emerge from nowhere. Wilson had been methodically building towards this moment since 1962, spending obsessive hours in Gold Star Studios, studying Phil Spector’s wall of sound techniques firsthand. By the time of “I Get Around,” he’d already developed an uncanny ability to hear individual instruments within dense arrangements and was experimenting with unconventional microphone placement that suggested an intuitive understanding of acoustic space.

Between 1963-1965, Wilson systematically expanded his musical vocabulary in ways that would prove crucial to Pet Sounds’ revolutionary impact. His harmonic progression from basic surf progressions to the complex jazz-influenced arrangements of “California Girls” and “Help Me Rhonda” shows us his systematic musical development. Wilson was absorbing Bach, studying Four Freshmen arrangements, and incorporating diminished chords and unexpected modulations. Simultaneously, he was cataloguing an increasingly exotic instrumental palette – harpsichord on “When I Grow Up,” orchestral arrangements on “The Warmth of the Sun,” and unusual percussion combinations that would later bloom into Pet Sounds’ bicycle bells, dog whistles, and Coca-Cola bottles.

Perhaps most significantly, Wilson’s vocal arrangements grew increasingly complex through albums like “Today!” and “Summer Days.” He was developing techniques for recording his own voice multiple times to create impossible harmonies, essentially turning himself into a one-man choir. This technical mastery meant that when his consciousness expanded, he had the tools to translate internal complexity into actual sound.

The emotional development running parallel to this technical growth was equally crucial. Wilson’s evolution from teenage surf fantasies to the adult anxieties about love, isolation, and belonging that permeate Pet Sounds wasn’t simply chemical revelation – it was the natural progression of a sensitive artist confronting the complexities of the human condition.

Substitute liquid hydrogen mixed with oxygen and a lit match with LSD and a musical genius and you’ll get Wouldn’t It Be Nice and God Only Knows here, and later Good Vibrations – his unique sounding music incredibly recorded on limiting four track equipment. It famously shook Paul McCartney to up his game and Bob Dylan has since remarked “Brian recorded Pet Sounds with four tracks, nobody else could record it with one hundred”.

Listen to Pet Sounds now, knowing what we know about Wilson’s lysergic acid adventures, and those otherworldly arrangements make perfect sense. Of course “God Only Knows” sounds like it was transmitted from heaven to Wilson’s rewired consciousness while operating on a papal frequency the rest of us can’t even tune into. But the genius wasn’t that Wilson was taking drugs – the entire suburb of Laurel Canyon was tripping in ‘66. The genius was that he was disciplined enough, focused enough, and talented enough to document his pharmaceutical journey with obsessive precision, using a toolkit of techniques he’d spent four years perfecting.

“I Just Wasn’t Made for These Times” we thought it was teenage alienation set to music. That maybe a prophetic autobiography from someone who’d already glimpsed his own future. The Theremin isn’t just an exotic instrument; it’s the faraway sound of Wilson’s cognition misfiring – in real time, beautiful but disturbing. But Wilson had been experimenting with unconventional instrumentation for years – this wasn’t random psychedelic inspiration but the culmination of systematic sound exploration.

The production techniques he described as derivative of Phil Spector and revolutionary in ‘66 now reveal themselves as the work of someone literally on another level. Wilson wasn’t just multi-tracking vocals he was seemingly attempting to capture the sound of multiple personalities having a conversation inside his head. Yet this vocal architecture built upon years of development – turning himself into a one-man choir through techniques he’d been perfecting since the early Beach Boys recordings.

Those impossibly complex arrangements on tracks like “Wouldn’t It Be Nice” aren’t showing off; they’re the musical equivalent of someone trying to make real something only he could hear in his imagination in ways difficult or impossible for lesser mortals to comprehend. But they’re also the work of someone who’d spent years absorbing Bach, studying the ‘Four Freshmen’ arrangements, and incorporating jazz harmonies that as mentioned most pop musicians couldn’t even hear, let alone execute.

What’s terrifying and brilliant is how Wilson managed to harness his disintegrating mental state and turn it into art. The drugs that were slowly destroying his grip on reality were simultaneously opening doorways to musical territories that simply don’t exist for the chemically unenhanced, a musical Doors Of Perception and where, see Aldous Huxley, heaven eventually becomes hell. Every overdub, every bizarre instrumental choice, every impossible vocal arrangement was Wilson obsessively following his rewired neural pathways to their logical conclusion – but using a musical vocabulary he’d been building methodically for years.

“Pet Sounds” the instrumental also makes more sense when viewed through this lens – it’s the sound of Wilson’s mind trying to process information through a consciousness that’s been chemically recalibrated. Those conversations between saxophone and percussion aren’t random; they’re Wilson translating internal dialogues that were becoming increasingly complex as his brain chemistry shifted, but executed with the instrumental sophistication he’d been developing since his earliest studio experiments.

Most people who’ve ingested that much LSD, in greater quantities than Syd Barrett, a similarly progressive British musical casualty and founding member of Pink Floyd, can barely tie their shoelaces, let alone orchestrate 40-piece arrangements that still sound futuristic. Wilson could do this because he’d already built the technical foundation – the chemicals didn’t create his abilities, they liberated them from conventional constraints.

But here’s the truly heartbreaking bit – we can now hear Pet Sounds as Wilson’s last completely coherent statement before the drugs and the pressure and the sheer weight of his own vision crushed him. Every perfect detail, every impossibly beautiful moment, every note that shouldn’t work but does – it’s all evidence of a mind operating at peak capacity whilst simultaneously consuming itself.

The comparative commercial failure in the America of 1966 was simply because the market wasn’t ready for avant-garde popular music made by someone now playing piano 24/7 seated in a sandbox. They wanted surf music from those nice clean-cut boys; what they got was the sound of now unkempt, long haired and bearded genius having a nervous breakdown in slow motion set to beautiful melodies. Remember that alongside the pressure generated creatively there’s financial pressure from Capitol who are ploughing dollars into the project. Yet another stress that’s under appreciated and rarely mentioned. Yes the total cost of a project might be oft quoted but not the absorption often by one sensitive creative person.

Wilson’s story since Pet Sounds – the breakdown, the bedroom years, the pills, the decline – only makes this album more precious. It’s the sound of someone touching something spiritual whilst burning up in the atmosphere of their own obsession. He gave us a glimpse of what’s possible when infinite talent meets unlimited chemical enhancement, and then paid the price for that glimpse with his sanity. Like many in era he flew close to the sun paid for it.

Pet Sounds isn’t just one of the greatest pop albums ever made – it’s a document of human consciousness pushed to its absolute limits and somehow managing to create beauty instead of chaos. Wilson took drugs that would have turned most people insane and used them to access musical dimensions that don’t exist for the rest of us. But he could only do this because he’d spent years building the technical and emotional vocabulary necessary to translate the untranslatable.

Now years later, Pet Sounds stands as both monument and warning – proof that sometimes genius requires madness, but also that madness without the foundation of obsessive craft development produces only chaos. Wilson’s achievement was combining systematic musical development with chemical consciousness expansion, creating something that transcended both.

Essential, heartbreaking, still beyond the comprehension of the majority. In era? Conpletely out there.

ART POP / POP ART: Ray Davies – The Hogarth Of Hornsey

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Or How Hornsey Art College Shaped The Kinks’ Visual and Lyrical Identity

In the pantheon of British rock’s great observers, Ray Davies stands alone the sharp-eyed chronicler who transformed the mundane into the magnificent. While lesser songwriters gazed at the stars, Davies kept his feet firmly planted on the pavements of London, his artistic eye capturing the minute details that others missed. This exceptional perspective didn’t materialise from thin air it was cultivated in the crucible of Hornsey College of Art, where the reluctant art student would develop the visual literacy that would later define his career.

Before becoming rock’s preeminent social commentator, young Raymond Douglas Davies spent a brief but formative period at Hornsey in 1962-63, studying commercial art and graphic design. The institution, a celebrated hotbed of creativity and radical thinking would prove more influential than the aspiring musician might have imagined when he reluctantly enrolled at his father’s insistence.

“I was never really a committed art student,” Davies once confessed. “I’d already caught the music bug.” But while his attention may have been divided, the education he received seeped into his consciousness nonetheless. The fundamentals of composition, perspective, and the framing of subjects became second nature and skills that would later manifest in his extraordinarily cinematic approach to songwriting.

A Visual Composer.

Hornsey College was renowned for its innovative approach to design education, emphasizing keen observation and the thoughtful arrangement of visual elements. Under the guidance of tutors steeped in modernist principles, Davies absorbed lessons about colour theory, spatial relationships, and the power of juxtaposition, concepts that would later find expression in both The Kinks’ album artwork and his meticulously constructed narratives.

The Kinks’ visual identity evolved dramatically throughout the 1960s, mirroring Davies’ growing confidence as a conceptual thinker. From the straightforward pop group portraits of their early years to the increasingly sophisticated designs that accompanied albums like “The Kinks Are The Village Green Preservation Society” and “Arthur,” one can trace the development of a distinct visual language that complemented the band’s musical evolution.

“Face to Face” (1966) marked a crucial turning point, featuring cover art that reflected the album’s themes of perception and appearance. The band members’ faces, fragmented and reassembled in a modernist collage, visually echoed Davies’ growing preoccupation with identity and social masks, concepts that would have been extensively discussed in any respectable art school of the period.

By the time of “Village Green” in 1968, the integration of visual and musical concepts had become seamless. The pastoral imagery and nostalgic typography perfectly complemented Davies’ elegiac ruminations on a vanishing England. The composition showcased principles of balance and harmony that harked back directly to foundational design theories taught at institutions like Hornsey.

The Artful Detail

But it’s in Davies’ lyrical approach where the influence of his art education truly shines. At Hornsey, students were taught to observe meticulously, to notice what others overlooked. This training fostered in Davies an almost painterly attention to detail that would become his songwriting signature.

His lyrics function as verbal snapshots, vignettes populated by precisely observed characters and settings. When Davies describes a “little tin soldier with his little tin car” or a “misty morning” on the village green, he’s employing the visual precision of an artist selecting exactly which elements to include in a composition. The economy of detail, the careful selection of the telling particular these are hallmarks of both good design and great songwriting.

Davies’ characters are rendered with the careful attention of a portraitist, from the “dedicated follower of fashion” to the “well-respected man about town,” each is brought to life through carefully chosen visual details and environmental context. It’s the songwriter as street photographer, capturing fleeting moments with unerring precision.

His ability to evoke entire social worlds through carefully selected imagery owes much to the art student’s training in visual shorthand, in communicating maximum meaning through minimal elements. When creating album concepts like “Arthur” or “Lola Versus Powerman,” Davies approached them with the structured thinking of a graphic designer, considering how individual songs functioned within the larger conceptual framework.

Hornsey College in the early 1960s was a crucible for ideas about Britain’s rapidly changing social landscape. Students debated modernism, pop art, and the emerging consumer culture, themes that would later dominate Davies’ songwriting. The art school environment encouraged questioning of established values and critical observation of society essentially training Davies in the analytical perspective that would later make him rock’s most astute social commentator.

While fellow art school graduates like Pete Townshend channeled their training into explosive stage theatrics and conceptual grandiosity, Davies took a different approach. His was the art of miniaturism crafting perfect small-scale observations that, when assembled, revealed profound truths about post-war British society.

What Hornsey gave Davies was not just technical training but a way of seeing a framework for processing and interpreting the world around him. The college’s emphasis on both traditional skills and radical thinking produced in Davies a unique combination of nostalgic sensibility and critical perspective that would define his artistic voice.

Though his formal art education was brief, its impact resonated throughout his career. Even decades later, on albums like “Low Budget” and “Give the People What They Want,” Davies’ lyrical eye remained as sharp as ever, his compositions as meticulously balanced as any well-designed graphic.

In the end, perhaps Davies never truly abandoned his art school training at all. He simply transferred his visual literacy to another medium, becoming not just a songwriter but a documentarian, the Hogarth of his age, capturing the shifting landscape of post-war Britain with the precision of an artist and the soul of a poet. The reluctant art student from Hornsey College became rock’s master painter of everyday life, transforming the commonplace into the extraordinary through the power of observation and detail.

As Davies himself once put it: “I’ve never stopped seeing the world as a series of pictures.” And for that, we have his brief but pivotal time at Hornsey College of Art to thank the foundation upon which rock’s greatest observer built his enduring legacy.

Ray Davies attended Hornsey College of Art 1962-63.

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Art Pop / Pop Art: a study of the influences of art school, famous artists and movements on pop and rock music. Those institutions where failure is motivation, where the eccentric and pretentious emerge into the fascinating space where art and music meet.

ART POP / POP ART: Madcap Visions: Syd Barrett’s Psychedelic Impressionism

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Or The Artistic Polymath Destroyed By Extreme Curiosity

‘Nobody knows where you are, how near or how far? Shine on you crazy diamond’. In the kaleidoscopic tumult of British psychedelia, no figure looms larger, or more tragically, than Roger Keith “Syd” Barrett. The founding genius of Pink Floyd didn’t just fall through the cracks of reality; he plummeted into an abyss of his own creation, one splashed with the vibrant hues of his artistic obsessions and ultimately poisoned by the very substances that initially seemed to unlock his creative potential.

Barrett was never merely a musician. In the drab landscape of post-war Cambridge, young Syd emerged as a polymath: a guitarist, singer, songwriter and, crucially, a visual artist whose sensibilities were formed in the crucible of fine art rather than the sweaty backrooms of rhythm and blues clubs.

Before Pink Floyd, Barrett studied at the Camberwell School of Arts, where he absorbed the anarchic spirit of Dadaism and the dreamy abstraction of Impressionism like a sponge. His early paintings reveal a fascination with fractured perspectives and sunburnt colours that would later infiltrate his songwriting. While his contemporaries were slavishly copying American blues records, Barrett was deconstructing reality itself, approaching music as another form of visual expression.

What Barrett understood, was that sound could be manipulated like paint. He wasn’t thinking in terms of chord progressions but in terms of colours and textures.

The Dadaist influence on Barrett’s work remains criminally under-appreciated. Dada that nihilistic art movement born in the carnage of World War I rejected reason and logic in favour of nonsense and intuition. Sound familiar? Barrett’s lyrics often read like they’ve been assembled using Tristan Tzara’s and JG Ballard’s cut-up technique: disconnected fragments forming a surreal collage of childhood memories, literary allusions and cosmic observations.

When Barrett sang about “a mouse in a hole” or “cats that were glass,” he wasn’t indulging in whimsy for its own sake. He was applying the Dadaist principle of deliberate irrationality as a means of liberation from conventional thinking. His songs were audio manifestations of Marcel Duchamp’s readymades ordinary objects (or in Barrett’s case, ordinary phrases) elevated to art through context and presentation.

His compositions twisted conventional song structures into new shapes, playing with silence and noise in ways that mirrored the Dadaists’ fascination with chaos and chance. The extended improvisations of early Floyd performances weren’t just drug-induced noodling; they were attempts to translate the spontaneity of Dadaist performance art into music.

If Dada provided the conceptual framework for Barrett’s art, Impressionism supplied its visual vocabulary. Like Monet or Renoir, Barrett was obsessed with capturing the ephemeral nature of perception, those fleeting moments when reality seems to shimmer and dissolve.

His guitar playing, with its liquid phrasing and emphasis on texture over technique, sought to replicate the Impressionists’ fascination with light. The shimmering cascades of notes in “Interstellar Overdrive” evoke the same sense of dissolved reality as Monet’s water lilies. Both ask: what happens when you stop trying to depict the world as it is and start exploring how it feels to perceive it?

Barrett’s use of the Binson Echorec delay unit wasn’t just a trendy effect; it was an attempt to smear sound across time in the same way the Impressionists smeared paint across canvas. His goal wasn’t to reproduce reality but to capture its subjective experience the way perception fragments and reforms in the mind’s eye.

Enter LSD, the accelerant that would both fuel Barrett’s artistic vision and ultimately consume it. When Barrett first dropped acid in 1965, it seemed to crystallize his artistic philosophy. Here was a substance that made manifest the very ideas he’d been exploring: the fragmentation of perception, the dissolution of boundaries, the revelatory power of irrationality.

“After Syd started taking acid,” recalled Pink Floyd drummer Nick Mason, “his music became more extreme. It was as if he was trying to recreate the experience through sound.”

The early Pink Floyd light shows, with their oil projections and stroboscopic effects, weren’t just psychedelic window dressing. They were Barrett’s attempt to create a total sensory environment that merged music and visuals into a unified art form – a kind of synaesthetic experience that would break down the barriers between sight and sound.

For a brief, incandescent moment, it worked. Barrett’s LSD use seemed to unlock new creative possibilities, allowing him to translate his visual art sensibilities into music with unprecedented clarity. The songs on “The Piper at the Gates of Dawn” are remarkable for their visual quality, they don’t just tell stories; they paint pictures, conjuring landscapes of the mind with a vividness that remains unmatched.

But the acid that illuminated Barrett’s vision soon began to obscure it. By late 1967, his behavior had become increasingly erratic. The man who had once meticulously constructed sonic collages now stood immobile on stage, detuning his guitar to produce discordant noises or simply staring into space.

Some saw this as a continuation of his Dadaist provocations, a deliberate subversion of performance conventions. Others recognized the darker truth: Barrett was no longer in control of his art or himself. The boundaries between creator and creation had dissolved entirely.

“Looking back,” said Roger Waters years later, “it’s clear that Syd was trying to disappear into his art. He wasn’t just making music about fragmented perception; his perception was actually fragmenting.”

Barrett’s final recordings with Pink Floyd reveal an artist caught between brilliance and disintegration. “Jugband Blues”, his last contribution to the band’s catalog, is a harrowing document of self-dissolution. When he sings, “I’m most obliged to you for making it clear that I’m not here,” it’s less a lyric than a dispatch from the frontiers of a disintegrating personality.

After his departure from Pink Floyd, Barrett retreated further into his painting, producing abstract works that became increasingly chaotic and dark. His brief solo career yielded moments of fractured beauty, but the coherence that had once held his artistic vision together had unraveled.

Barrett’s tragedy wasn’t just that he lost his mind, it’s that he lost it in pursuit of an artistic ideal. He wasn’t a cautionary tale about rock excess but about the dangers of pushing perception to its limits. Like Icarus, he flew too close to the sun, and the wax that held his wings together, his fragile sense of self, melted away.

In the end, Barrett chose silence over chaos, retreating to his mother’s house in Cambridge where he returned to painting and gardening, refusing to engage with his musical past. The man who had once sought to translate the visual into the auditory now lived in a world of private visions, inaccessible to the rest of us.

What remains is a body of work that stands as one of the most successful attempts to merge the visual and the auditory in popular music. Barrett didn’t just write songs; he created sensory experiences that translated the theories of Dadaism and Impressionism into a new language of sound.

In doing so, he mapped the furthest reaches of perception, both its wonders and its dangers, its Heaven and Hell, and while the journey ultimately cost him his creative voice, the maps he left behind continue to guide generations of artistic explorers who wisely choose to venture a little less far into the unknown.

Syd Barrett studied at Camberwell College of Art 1964-66

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Art Pop / Pop Art: a study of the influences of art school, famous artists and movements on pop and rock music. Those institutions where failure is motivation, where the eccentric and pretentious emerge into the fascinating space where art and music meet.

ART POP / POP ART: Introduction

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The introduction to my book Art Pop / Pop Art: a study of the influences of art school, famous artists and movements on pop and rock music. Those institutions where failure is motivation, where the eccentric and pretentious emerge into the fascinating space where art and music meet.

The Art School Revolution in Rock

It begins with paint splashes before guitar slashes. Hands stained with pigment before calloused by strings. Art school corridors have pumped more revolutionary blood into rock’s system than any conservatory ever could.

Consider the transformative parade of daubers-turned-rockers: Townshend with his windmill arm and operatic ambitions; Ferry, the suave pop-art provocateur; Bowie, that “chameleon, comedian, Corinthian and caricature”; Eno, the polymath dismantling sound like a child with a particle accelerator. This holy lineage stretches from The ‘Stones’ Keith Richards to Pulp’s Jarvis Cocker, with countless visionaries between.

What these visual thinkers brought wasn’t mere decoration but destruction, the impulse to tear down and rebuild. While classically trained musicians polished scales, the art school brigade posed a more subversive question: “Why make music this way at all?”

Canvas and Chord

The art school mentality transformed how music was conceived, packaged, and performed. Album artwork became an extension of the sonic statement. Warhol’s banana for the Velvet Underground announcing its art-house credentials before needle touched vinyl; his provocative zipper for the Rolling Stones. Consider too The Factory, not just Warhol’s silver-walled playground but the Manchester institution founded by art graduate Tony Wilson, who understood that bands like Joy Division and New Order needed proper framing.

Stage design reflected this visual thinking. Bowie’s transformations weren’t costume changes but conceptual renovations, each persona a living installation. Talking Heads’ David Byrne expanded concerts into performance art with his oversized suit and mechanical movements, a visual commentary no conservatory graduate would likely conceive.

The Clash’s aesthetic – sartorially and musically – owed everything to collage techniques from art school. The Pollock splattered Paul Simonon, a serial truant whose father assigned him to copy artistic masters, brought this sensibility to bass playing. Even Malcolm McLaren emerged from art school understanding bands as living artistic movements. Situationist provocateurs with amplifiers.

Conceptual Experimentation

Art school didn’t just transform music’s appearance, it fundamentally altered its sound. The dismantling of rock orthodoxy owes its framework to the experimental ethos of the art studio.

Brian Eno, having ‘Crashed his plane and walked away from it’ emerging from art school with concepts borrowed from John Cage, approached sound as malleable material. His Oblique Strategies cards instructing musicians to “Honour thy error as hidden intention” represented pure art school methodology. His ambient works treated music as environment rather than event, as gallery installation rather than narrative.

Pete Townshend’s concept albums weren’t mere song collections but gestures toward larger meaning, rock equivalents of installation art. His generation’s rebellion against rock’s three-minute constraints paralleled the art world’s expansion beyond traditional frames.

Post-punk’s angular assault on convention (prefigured by Eno’s “Third Uncle” from 1974), Wire’s stark minimalism, and Gang of Four’s razor-sharp deconstructions reflected critical theory central to 1970s art education. These weren’t just songs but sonic arguments – musical essays slicing through cultural assumptions with surgical precision.

A Lyrical Lens

The art school contingent’s most distinctive contribution may have been their observational sharpness. Ian Dury’s Pop Art tribute “Reasons To Be Cheerful, Part 3″ and Ray Davies’ character studies offer forensic examinations of English society, affectionate yet unsparing, finding universal truth in specific detail, 20th Century Hogarth .

Jarvis Cocker brought similar precision to his dissections of class dynamics and sexual politics. His lyrics function as short films, zooming in on telling details with Kubrickian focus. “If you called your dad he could stop it all, yeah!”

Even punk’s compression owed something to art school techniques, the ability to convey volumes through minimal means, musical guerrilla marketing. Steve Jones’ power chords and Joe Strummer’s manifestos demonstrated economy of expression. Bowie’s cut-up lyrical approach borrowed directly from Dadaists and William Burroughs. Creating meaning through collision rather than exposition.

A Broader Brush

This cross-pollination wasn’t merely stylistic but ideological. Pop Art’s appropriation of commercial imagery found its musical equivalent in sampling. Dadaism’s absurdist protest resonated through punk’s deliberate confrontation. Bauhaus principles influenced post-punk’s stark functionalism, literally embodied in the angular sound of that eponymous band.

Perhaps most crucially, art school’s emphasis on vision over technical prowess gave permission to prioritise expression over virtuosity. Three chords became sufficient if they were your three chords, played your way, serving your vision. This democratization of music-making owed everything to art school’s validation of the authentic voice; an ethic continued by Art Brut with their song “Formed a Band.”

A Continuing Legacy

This fertile cross-contamination continues today, though institutional pathways have multiplied. Digital landscapes enable new visual-sonic collaborations, while genres like hip-hop have developed visual literacy and sampling aesthetics paralleling art school methodologies, albeit minestrone of intellectual property. 

What remains constant is the revolutionary potential when visual thinking collides with sonic exploration. When the eye informs the ear and conceptual frameworks shatter musical conventions. From The Beatles to Blur, popular music’s most interesting corners have been mapped by those who see sound as colour, approach composition as collage, and understand music as a multi-sensory experience.

The art school radicalisation of rock wasn’t merely accidental but a necessary infusion indeed rock’s periodic salvation from its own orthodoxies. Long may paint-stained (or mouse-clicking) fingers reach for guitars, synthesisers, and samplers. As you will realise from the following chapters, our ears and entertainment depend on it.

From Art Pop / Pop Art.

Copyright Steve Coulter / 45renegade 2025