Were the Vibrators real punks? Maybe not, but then again,
were the Stranglers? Or Eddie and the Hot Rods? Even more to the point, was
Steve Jones? Plenty of rock careerists jumped onto the punk/new wave bandwagon
in the wake of the Sex Pistols' success (and more than a few folks, like Jones,
stumbled into the new movement by accident), but unlike most of them, the
Vibrators took to the fast/loud/stripped down thing like ducks to water, and
both Ian Carnarchan and Pat Collier had a genius for writing short,
punchy songs with sneering melody lines and gutsy guitar breaks. If the
Vibrators were into punk as a musical rather than a socio-political movement,
it's obvious that they liked the music very much, and on that level their debut
album stands the test of time quite well. Pure Mania boasts a bit more polish
(and less politics) than many of the albums from punk's first graduating class
(such as Damned Damned Damned or The Clash), but if you're looking for a
strong, satisfying shot of chugging four-square punk, cue up "Yeah Yeah
Yeah," "No Heart," "Petrol," or "Wrecked on
You" and you'll be thrown into a frenzy.
Maybe Pure Mania isn't purist's
punk, but it's pure rock & roll, and there's nothing wrong with that.

Do you dance often? I hate dancing. I rarely get caught
dancing in public, unless I’m under the influence of punk rock, where dancing
is loosely interpreted. Older punk records usually go as far as getting my feet
tapping, but rarely do they ever cause me to kick my chair from beneath me and
twist my hips. I’ve been dancing lately, and it’s because of The Vibrators’
“Pure Mania.” Very similar to The Buzzcocks’ pop-punk flavour, The Vibrators
display a mastery of hooks that would embarrass modern pop-punk bands if ever
put to comparison with these punk rock veterans.
“Pure Mania” focuses on sex. What’s more important than girls? If you’re in the
business of making albums, I’d recommend following The Vibrators’ formula of
love ballads with ridiculously catchy beats and those vocals that will make
almost every girl swoon. Why not throw in a piano and organ behind a voice
yearning “Baby, baby, baby, won’t you be my girl?” Make sure you have a decent
crew of backup vocalists to match your chilling “Ooooooh’s,” designed to run up
a girl’s spine. They need to be solid musicians as well to achieve a similar
overlay of guitars that provide a spark on top of a throbbing bass. You can
try, but you probably will only get as far as succeeding as a Vibrators’ cover
band. I doubt you can also match the relentless gear shifting vocals of Ian “Knox”
Carnochan. His voice grinds and soothes, with recognizable resent and
confidence, as he sorts through his love life. He is the ignition to The
Vibrators’ aforementioned mastery of hooks and a vital supplement to the
competent instrumentation that drives The Vibrators’ sound.
Once “Pure Mania” begins, you’re tapping. You’re fidgeting, you’re nodding, and
you're mouthing the words. “Into the future! SEX KICK!” You sing along. Why?
Because The Vibrators have got your number. After the opener “Into the Future,”
the corny but undeniably amusing “Yeah Yeah Yeah” begins with a repetitive line
that you can only guess given what you just learned. It gets better. Whether
it’s the pounding “No Heart,” with its deep vibrations and verbal accusations
of “She ain’t got no heart and no love…gonna send her off to heaven with a
.38,” or “Stiff Little Fingers,” with lyrics indicting the living dead, The
Vibrators create music that is legendary.
There are many songs on “Pure Mania” that qualify as compelling. With the
possible exception of “I Need a Slave,” every song on “Pure Mania” will draw
you in with an addictive sound. What you should consider then is that the first
13 songs of the album are stellar, catchy, and raunchy doses of punk rock. The
closer “Bad Time” does not disappoint, so you can add it to the list. It also
helps immensely that the entire album clocks in at just over 30 minutes. If
you’ve connected the dots, you probably understand that this all means you have
something new to listen to tonight.
That’s right, dancing shoes.
A Double Headed Vibrator??!!
As in their first album, V2 shows the Vibrators taking
the driving energy of punk and applying it to songs that have a subtle,
pop-like quality; while it does not have the wonderfully brash and itchy
cohesiveness of Pure Mania; it's a solid album well worth hearing. The songs
are mostly catchy and listenable, the lyrics are as capable as those in the
group's previous release, and the arrangements have much more variety and colour
than most punk records of the time do. "24 Hour People" sports Chuck
Berry-style guitar licks and 1960s-derived backing vocals, "Public Enemy
No. 1" and "Fall in Love" are less punky and more
straightforward rockers, "Feel Alright" has a 1960s garage band-style
chorus, and "Nazi Baby" audaciously adds strings to the fast, almost
danceable music. The only really ineffective excursion on this album is
"Troops of Tomorrow," a slow, menacing number that somehow gets too
thick for its own good and is further marred by an excessively lengthy opening
section.

However, changes were definitely on the horizon, as Old
Father Time hoofed 1977 out the door. In the brave new world of 1978 when Punk
looked washed up after the Pistols split, the Vibrators pulled off the enviable
trick of managing to go with these changing times, by mainlining their bad
style to a tacky but appealing plastic New Wave image. Authenticity was
over-rated anyway: what counted in the final analysis was the noise you made
and the Vibrators, resplendent in lurex and wraparound shades, bashed out a
beguiling disposable Pop racket on V2. With Gary Tibbs coming into replace a
Boyfriends-bound Pat Collier, the Vibrators attacked the new year with gusto.
This LP even spawned a hit single in Automatic Lover (the
non-LP Judy Says also made the lower reaches of the Top 75, both sides appended
to this disc), but listen to the section of Pure Mania where they chuck every
audio effect imaginable on top of their standard speed Punk to make for pure
1978 listening – the speed of the hand defeating the eye, or ear in this case.
The pace only really lets up on the churning drone of Troops Of Tomorrow and a
slight country hue to the Sweet Jane vibe on Fall In Love. It is smart, snappy
and fun, particularly the daft, semi-choral mid-section from Wake Up and Flying
Duck Theory. V2 is irrepressible Pop music of the time and can tell you much more
in its grooves about Britain in 1978 than any BBC4 multi-part documentary.