Music journalist turned crime
writer Cathi Unsworthís first novel, The Not Knowing was published in 2005. A
dark, noir expose of the psychopaths of the London media world with a female
protagonist more ballsy and brilliant than most male writers could come up with,
it was a calling card announcing a major new talent in crime fiction. Her new
novel, The Singer, is a quantum leap on from that. Starting in the late
Seventies, it charts the rise and eventual crash of punk group Blood Truth. The
band begins to dissolve when Vincent Smith, the charismatic and psychotic lead
singer, marries Sylvana, singer for the ethereal Mood Violet. Six months later
Sylvana has committed suicide and Vincent has disappeared. Twenty years later
journalist Eddie Bracknell is trying to find out just what happened to Vincent
Smith. He should be careful what he wishes for . . .
I caught up with Cathi at her bijou West London
apartment where, over an indoor picnic and much red wine, we chatted. There was
loads more, but I donít think the world is ready (or even remotely interested)
to hear our Alan Bennett and Thora Hird join the Buzzcocks impressions . . .
Right. Music journalist background. Tell us about that.
I had an interview with the inimitable Tony Stewart the
editor of Sounds, otherwise known as the Brummie Bruiser, in which he went,
ĎThatís a good line of bullshit youíve got there, which book díyou learn that
from?í (Laughing) I said, ĎIím talking from the heartí. He gave me two
weeks trial and at the end of it he was satisfied that I wasnít full of shit so
he let me carry on. And that was in 1987.
And he gave me a very good training in
journalism, cos he really wouldnít tolerate that Ďme me meí journalism that
infected a lot of the music press. You know, he wanted you to write not about
yourself but about to convey your enthusiasm for the music, why itís brilliant.
He just wanted you to be out there finding new bands the whole time.
Sounds was a fucking good crew and Iím still
friends with all of them. It was like a little mafia.
I always preferred Sounds to the NME. And they had a better
sense of humour.
Yeah, itís true. It was kind of like . . . this is one thing
that Iím quite pleased I put into The Singer. You know history is always
written by the victors, as they say, every time they get someone on TV talking
about the time of punk itís always someone from the NME talking about it and no
one ever says, actually, the NME and Melody Maker were lagging behind with ELP
on the front cover when Sounds had the Pistols. And when I worked at Melody
Maker they were totally paranoid about that ever happening again. So they
seized on anything after that that seemed remotely . . . they were so scared
from missing out on punk.
I did write the first interview with Pearl Jam
and Smashing Pumpkins in that era. Cos no one was really interested in them,
apart from myself and Ann Scanlan whoíd also come over from Sounds. They
werenít particularly interested until it became really popular. But yíknow,
Melody Maker preferred the stuff like Blur which they thought was more
intelligent and I donít agree with that at all. Iíd rather listen to Kurt
Cobain screaming . . .
Than Alex James wanking . . .
And then Bizarre.
Bizarre was brilliant. Iíd had this attempt at a magazine
which was fairly like Bizarre called Purr. Thatís why I left Melody Maker. I
got some funding to do it with my friend Billy Chainsaw but unfortunately it
didnít pan out. For reasons you probably shouldnít print for fear of the law of
And that ended up in your first novel.
Mmm . . . a version of it, shall we say.
Yeah. With a redemptive ending that didnít happen in real
life, sadly. Anyway, I had this idea of a magazine. There wasnít much music
press left by then because Melody Maker had shut down as well as Sounds and NME
had turned into fucking Smash Hits and having grown up with this fairly literate
music press I thought, what would you want to read next? And it wasnít just
about music but about film and books and current events going on in the world .
. . fetishistic things, cult things . . . a sort of lifestyle for the modern
freak, all in one place. (laughs). And I saw Bizarre when I was working
at Mute Records and it had Betty Page on the front cover and it had a feature on
black magic in New Orleans and all these brilliant things I was interested in.
And then luckily enough I saw an ad in the Guardian. And I am living proof itís
possible to get a job from the Guardian. No one believes itís possible.
Iíve done it.
Yeah. Thatís how I ended up in prison.
(Laughs) Good old Guardian, they
saw you coming . . .
And of course Bizarre was a kind of, well, I can say this now
because I worked for it along with you, it was kind of a high point for counter
culture contemporary British journalism, I think, before James Brown got a hold
of it . . .
And destroyed everything. Turned it into Nazi Readerís
Wives. We had a very high calibre of contributors. We had some of the finest
minds of our generation . . .
Well we fucking did have . . . you were working for us,
Stewart Home was doing stuff, David Peace was doing stuff. I think I worked up
this collection of fantastic writers that he was totally unappreciative of and
he just wanted meaningless shite. Unfortunately my time ended as horribly as my
time at Purr did. After that happened, I didnít want to be at the mercy of a
magazine publisher. One minute I was having a fantastic job and the next minute
youíve been sold to someone who just doesnít get it. Or appreciate anything
youíve done. And everything youíve worked on. I was so close to Bizarre, it
was like having my child taken away from me. Really. And my freak family. And
I just didnít want to put myself in that position again so with the help of
yourself and Mr Bruen encouraging me, I thought Iíll write a fucking book, cos I
canít get fired from myself.
And the result was The Not Knowing, which, in my humble
opinion, was one of the finest debuts of at least the last ten years.
I absolutely loved it. So what made you choose crime fiction?
Because of Derek Raymond. Rewinding back to the Melody Maker
years, my favourite band was Gallon Drunk and they made a record with Derek
Raymond who I hadnít heard of until then and I got hold of the book Dora Suarez
that they were going to do and I thought, fucking hell . . . I didnít think
crime fiction could be like that, actually. I really hadnít read much since I
was young. You know, I always liked Sherlock Holmes more for the atmosphere of
olde London town than for the actual plots.
I just thought that crime novels were crap, you know like
Colin Dexter, like crossword puzzles, that I found quite pompous and suddenly
there was this book . . . the first thing that hit me was it was so
compassionate for this woman who was killed. You know, theyíre not normally
like that, and such a brilliant description of the fucking bleakness of London
and such a strong voice, I was amazed and had had loads of weird nightmares.
And I just never met such a brilliant person
before. Derek Raymond. He was so fantastic. So intelligent and, for a man in
his sixties, so young. Such an enquiring mind. Raged up . . . almost like
Johnny Rotten, actually, that rage that fuelled him and the way articulated it.
Almost exactly. They almost used the same phrase, the mistreatment of peoples,
what made them fucking angry.
You know, weíre such an old and supposedly
sophisticated race now and we still havenít the eternal dilemmas that afflicted
the Greeks and the Romans. Things we canít resolve, like why are there still
evil people out there, why people enjoy causing damage and hurt and pain. Why
we canít live happily. Why canít we? Derek Raymondís idea, which I agree with,
is that for every five normal people, say, thereís one psycho in our midst.
Stirring up shit and making people behave in a manner they wouldnít normally but
they almost feel obliged to do so to be nice to the person telling them to do
it. And thatís how whole countryís get in worlds of shit.
Look at reality TV, like The Apprentice or Big Brother. One
in five. Thatís a good theory.
It is. I think thereís this theory . . . I think Julian
Barnes has used it. He used this data that this scientist had been working
about how what blessed us with speech afflicted us with mental illness. Thatís
how thereís always going to be a certain amount of psychos.
In my books I use the entertainment industry as
the place where psychos thrive and I think that is a fucking good environment
for them. Because you have to be such a ruthless bastard to get through it
unscathed. Itís interesting, isnít it, all these stories about Charlie Manson
wanting to be a rock star, if he had done no one would have died. Because there
are quite a few rock stars that Iíve met, who if they hadnít have become rock
stars . . .
So you didnít fancy chick lit, then? Obviously because
youíre a girl . . .
Yeah, thatís right. If I have five cigarettes a day and two
cups of Twinings, I feel really awful . . . I did actually want Diana in The Not
Knowing to be a big Ďfuck youí to Brigit Jones because she doesnít count her
fags or her beers. She just never stops drinking and smoking and fucking up.
Sheís more brave and has more soul than fucking stupid Brigit, whoís always
bitching about her mates being married and being a fat lazy cunt and expecting
things to just turn up on her lap without having to work for it. And thatís a
fucking good role model for women? I think not. ĎYou know, if Iím really
lucky, I might get fucked at the weekend by Hugh Grant . . .í No thanks.
And The Not Knowing was published by Serpentís Tail.
Thank God. After being turned down by every publisher out
there. Because they all said, weíre not really sure what this is or where it
fits in. And Serpentís Tail is just a publisher for all that shit that just
doesnít fit in. Thatís what I love about Pete Ayrton [publisher at Serpentís
Tail]. Heís like Daniel Miller [head honcho of Mute Records]. He likes stuff
because itís fucking good quality, thatís saying something powerful and
different and interesting and he supports you and lets you become a good
artist. Not like the major label way, get someone, throw loads of money at them
and if you donít recoup it instantly youíre dropped.
Serpentís Tail took my book, two blokes, Pete and
John Williams, my editor, and all the people who turned me down in the majors
were all women. John said if I had submitted The Not Knowing with a blokeís
name I would have got a deal for it. He actually reckons that they donít want
women to do pop culture cos thatís a blokeís thing. I should have done forensic
psychology, shouldnít I? Because thatís what girls are allowed to do.
But Johnís the best editor on Earth, Iím sure.
And the only editor who could have possibly done The Singer because he was in a
punk band himself in the Seventies. So I didnít have to explain anything, in
fact he had to explain a few things to me. I almost freaked John out by
changing things round and making my band live in Queensgate Gardens in South Ken
where he actually fucking lived. Three doors down from Ari Up, from The Slits.
Our ley lines were connecting . . .
Now, The Singer. An absolute rock Ďní roll opus. Possibly
thereís no point now in anybody else writing a punk rock crime novel.
Well Iíd hate there not to be. I was thinking about this.
Dave Peace gave me this quote saying he could wipe it off his list of things to
do and I thought, please donít. Because thereís more than one fucking brilliant
post-punk album, isnít there? I think maybe Iíve done The Scream, someone else
could do Metal Box or Unknown Pleasures. There were quite a lot of different
voices in post-punk which is what I liked about it as well.
Without being libellous, whoís who? Oh go on, be libellous.
Iíll take it out later.
None of them are really directly based on anyone. Theyíre
inspired by a collection of types that you get over and over again in the music
business, I think. Part of the idea was to mess around with those stereotypes
as well. My first band, Blood Truth, are a bunch of schoolboys from Hull who
form their band at school. Steve starts the band off. Heís the archetype.
Every band needs to have someone like Steve. Heís the thuggish big brother who
makes everything happen but who looks after everyone else. He does owe quite a
debt to Steve Jones who I think is fan-fucking-tastic. There is a kind of Steve
Jones in every band. Captain Sensible is quite a similar type. Theyíve all got
to have that one brawny older brother whoís got a heart of gold but comes across
as a bit of a yob. And without Steve they wouldnít have had that band in the
first place. Theyíre all misfits in their own little ways. Steve is born into
this mad family, his dadís a trawlerman who fought in the cod wars. But Steve
doesnít want to end up on a trawler in the North Sea. He sees the Sex Pistols
on TV, hears this sound, this music, and Steve Jones has got the same name as
him and he thinks, I want to be him, I want to be a guitarist in a band.
Then weíve got Lynton the bass player and heís an
adopted black guy transferred to Hull at a very sensitive fucking age. I think
itís very important to have a black character in that time because race
relations were so fucking bad at that time. 1977 wasnít that far away from
Enoch Powell and his rivers of blood speech. Mike, my boyfriend, comes from
Hull and he said there was one black guy at school and he was the best musician
there and everyone wanted to be in a band with him. Imagine the most horrible
thing in the world being the only black person in a school full of fucking
thugs. And those two bond because theyíre really into music. And I think itís
really necessary for every brilliant band to have a black person. (She
laughs) Preferably more than one, actually. Look at the ratio of good
music played by black people to good music played by white people. Bit of a
higher tower on one side only.
Then weíve got Kevin. And at the start every
fucking clichť about drummers comes out. Heís a little twat, no one wants to
speak to him, heís bullied into being in the band by Steve in the first place
because heís too scared to say no. And Kevinís being bullied at school and he
doesnít want to be trapped in Hull being a docker, working the trawlers . . .
there arenít many opportunities in Hull and there were even less in the
Seventies and heís a quite sensitive little flower and music was his way out
So unlikely though they are, I was talking to a
friend of mine who was slightly older who did form a punk band and that was
exactly the sort of little emsemble of people. And that to me was the positive
thing about punk. If not for that they wouldnít have had any thing. This
sudden surge of Ďyou can do it yourselfí. Pete Shelley and Howard Devoto put
their own record out and got it into the shops for five hundred quid and they
made their money back immediately. That was the basis for my character Tony
borrowing a hundred quid off his dad, setting up his record label and paying his
dad back almost immediately.
I just wanted them to come from a really hard
city in the North, not a cool Northern city like Liverpool or Manchester.
And then they just bump into this Sid Vicious-lookalike
psycho at a Sex Pistols gig. One of the things I wanted Vince to be is if Lord
Byron the original mad, bad, dangerous to know motherfucker, was reborn in a
punk body . . . I do allude to Lord Byron all the way through and he would have
been reborn in the body of Lux Interior, or Nick Cave . . .
Not Pete Shelley . . .
No. (adopts camp
Manchester accent) ĎOh no, please donít spit on
me . . .í No, one of those scary motherfuckers. And Vince plays a trick on
them all along. Heís from a very privileged background but they donít realise.
He does all the really mad, far out things. I think thatís born of a
self-confidence that only people born in the upper classes have. As Derek
Raymond said about Eton, thatís what itís there for. To make you into a future
bastard. A future business leader, a good all-rounder, a bastard. And I think
Vince has got that. But early on he does something bloody brilliant it unites
the band. Heís bloody charming. I hate using that American expression, kiss
up, kick down.
One of the characters you clearly love writing about was
Donna, goth hanger on turned record industry entrepreneur.
I love Donna. She was my favourite character in the whole
book because I didnít think of her when I started writing. I thought Iíll make
the first bit where the boys get their punk band together and then because Vince
has to marry Silvana I thought I had to get her band in, so what were they going
to be like? I knew vaguely what Silvana was going to be about, which was
nothing at all like she was painted by the blokes. And Iíd worked out her
flatmate Helen who sheíd been to college with and I started writing this scene
of them getting ready to go and see The Damned and then Donna just walked into
this scene and overtook it. She just appeared. And honestly, it sounds a bit
mad. I donít think I invented Donna I just channelled her from somewhere. I
think there might be some dead goth who never got her due in life. Who
channelled me . . .(she laughs) Sheís very complex and plays a key part
without anyone noticing.
I liked her a lot. It felt like she just muscled her way in.
If this had been written by a bloke, it could have so easily
been like a copy of Word or Uncut or Mojo. Heritage rock.
It would have had no interesting female characters.
It would have been about pressings and set lists . . .
I agree. And it would have been trying to say, ĎI know more
about this than youí, that sneering tone . . . I always think of myself down in
the mosh pit. When I worked for Sounds and Bizarre I never thought there was
any difference between me and the people I was writing for. I thought they were
I think one of the great strengths of your writing is that
you can write well for men. Because thereís so many male writers who canít
write well for women. Or they can write a male
version of a woman.
What does that tell you about them, though? The main point
of the Singer was to stick up for women who get treated like shit in the music
business. To show how casually it is that women are treated so mysoginistically.
And thatís why the lead had to be a bloke. I couldnít have another Diana
character. She wouldnít have got through the door with those guys, into their
little world. And not only that, she wouldnít have got to hear them discuss
women the way they do in the book. At the end of the day, what are women there
for in this book? Just to have money made off them.
Sylvana and Donna are polar opposites. Sylvanaís
vulnerable and fragile from the get go because sheís got no defence mechanism.
Sheís from a world of rarified privilege but she hasnít fitted in to that world,
poor cow, cos her mum wanted her to be this perfect little Jewish princess. She
already feels that sheís failed and sheís brimming over with this talent. Iíve
seen this so many times in the music industry, people who are really talented
like that are really vulnerable because somehow they donít seem to think they
deserve any success that comes their way and theyíre never any good at business
and theyíre never any good at protecting themselves.
I felt so sorry for her.
I know. There are actually bits of this book I donít want to
read again. It made me feel sick.
So who is Sylvana based on? I got a bit of All About Eve or
. . .
She does have that ethereal Cocteau Twins thing . . . or the
March Violets had a red-haired female singer who was a bit dreamy. Where did
she come from? I donít know. I wanted her to be American because it would give
them an excuse to say she was just like Nancy Spungeon. Some bloody groupie who
came over. I wanted her to come from a different world to everyone else because
she wasnít as savvy and streetwise as everyone else in this book.
The difference between Donna and Sylvana is that
Donna is hard as nails and takes precautions all the way through not to let
herself become used and fucked over and in the end she gets just as hurt,
But this was the first time that women were able
to do this stuff and thatís very important to me, thatís why I wanted to put
that in. Not only the first time that these little working class boys could
escape the docks, but the first time these women could do anything. And the
other brilliant thing is, and Donna exemplifies this, that she looks so fucking
scary, you wouldnít want to start on her. I used to find when I was young that
beer boys would leave me alone for having spiky hair. And that was such a
So, bearing in mind your music biz background, Iím going to
come over all fanzine boy now. So, what are your influences?
Weíve done this already . . . (laughing) . . . Derek
Raymond, his brilliant third album I Was Dora Suarez, this punk called Martyn
Waites, heís like The Clash . . . David Peace. Heís like Public Image Ltd . . .
I do think of people as being like certain kinds of music I like.
So who are you then?
Iíd like to think Siouxie and the Banshees.
Thank God you didnít say Bow Wow Wow. Right. Big question.
US versus UK crime. Fight! Who would win?
At the moment, the UK would win. Cos all the best writers
are here. But theyíre all influenced by the best American writers. You know,
itís like a generation thing, like the Beatles and the Stones selling the blues
back to America. I think that weíve all devoured James Ellroy and heís been
massively influential, Charles Willeford, James Lee Burke, Daniel Woodrell,
James Sallis, all these fan-fucking-tastic American writers have shown us a
different way to write and weíve basically taken their lead. I think on both
sides of the Atlantic and everywhere else in the world, the best writers are the
ones writing because they need to. Not purely looking at it as a career. And
by the way, if you are looking at it as a career, good fucking luck. Hope
youíve got a trust fund . . . (laughing)
Where díyou see yourself fitting in in British crime fiction?
I think Iím not that far away from what youíre doing.
Thereís a little circle of us with an affinity. And Joolz [Denby] as well, and
David [Peace] and Jake [Arnott] and Nick Stone who Iíve just met. I knew he
would be cool because he called his book after a Birthday Party song. And itís
interesting, I think thereís quite a lot of us that have come up being obsessed
with music. And itís made a difference to our writing because weíve been
growing up in that time of punk where the whole idea was to question everything,
look into the ills of society, write about it.
Are you happy being considered a crime writer? Or would you
rather be known as a writer who writes crime?
No, because I agree with you that crime writing stops fiction
from being self indulgent because you have to have fucking good plots to keep
people interested. And Iíve never seen crime as a dirty word or as a minority
thing. But even if it was a minority thing that would be good cos Iím a goth
and weíre elitist bastards . . .
I think the whole of our society is one big
fucking crime, anyway. For the last thirty years weíve been on our backs
getting fucked by Thatcher, Major and Blair in succession, eager pimps whoíve
raped this country for anything they can get out of it. Thatís another thing I
like about what you do and what David does and what Derek Raymond did, the
biggest criminals in our society are at the top of it. Itís frankly depressing
but itís true.
In crime fiction you can give a voice to people
whoíve been mistreated and marginalised and brutalised and make people think
about them as human beings which I guess is the opposite of what mainstream
crime books do which are all either about this fantastic serial killer, what a
genius he is, and this detective after him with no fucking insight into the
human condition or anything. Sitting in their lonely garret in Cambridge,
listening to jazz . . .
And why is always the cool jazz they listen to? Itís always
Charlie Parker, Miles Davis. Never Kenny Ball . . .
Mister Acker Bilk, where is he on their playlist? I bet heís
fucking there. I bet when someone comes round they shove Charlie Parker on top
of this stack of Acker Bilk. (laughing)
Letís face it, Martyn, we are punk at a time of very fucking prog
crime writing. Thereís the Rick Wakeman of the crime writing world standing
before us in the shape of Dan Brown . . . The Da Vinci Code is King Arthur On
Ice . . . (laughing) Thatís what weíve got to destroy . . .
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