Antwerp's
answer to northern soul has a drowsy, decadent vibe and its DJs favour
eclecticism, jive music and playing records at the wrong speed. Bob Stanley
gets into its strange groove.
The
scene is a ballroom somewhere in Belgium. Couples are dancing, in a rather
formal, old-fashioned way. The record they are dancing to is a Bill Haley
single called Chick Safari. But this isn't a rock'n'roll revival night, nor is
it a scene from a David Lynch movie. The DJ plays Eartha Kitt, the Skatalites,
something that sounds like a northern soul record at the wrong speed. The
atmosphere is friendly but exclusive, and the musical mood dark and opulent.
This is a Belgian Popcorn club.
Popcorn
is possibly the last truly underground music scene in Europe, one that has yet
to be ransacked and reduced by adverts for Orange or KFC. Its narrative was
formed by Belgians in the 1970s, largely from American records made in the 50s
and 60s. It took its name from a club named in honour of James Brown's 1968 hit
Mother Popcorn, but it has little to do with funk. The rhythm of a Popcorn
floorfiller has to suit the unusual "slow swing" dance favoured by
the Belgians; it could be Peggy Lee's sensuous Sweetheart, Hank Levine's filmic
Image, Billy Storm's tormented teen ballad Easy Chair, or an early Tamla Motown
single such as Little Iva's Continental Strut.
House DJ
Eddy de Clercq started going to Popcorn clubs as a teenager in the early 70s,
where he saw "couples jiving together in the most complicated steps and
whirls. A mid-tempo slow jive, not acrobatic like in rock'n'roll, but very
stylishly done, with the men leading the girls, or sometimes leading other men.
Club Popcorn was also the first big club where gay people could dance together
in public without being hassled. It was a very liberated, open and friendly
kind of place."
Club
Popcorn had started its life in a converted farmhouse 10 miles west of Antwerp,
holding dance contests on Sunday afternoons. By 1971, it had extended into the
farm's outbuildings and barns, and close to 3,000 people crammed themselves in
every Sunday to hear DJ Gibbe Govaert's sets. "The streets were filled
with parked cars and well-dressed punters all heading to this farm in the
middle of nowhere," remembers De Clercq. "The main dancefloor was
located in the old barn, surrounded by bars and elevated dance stages. It was
so packed there was hardly any room to move. People were dancing on the bars,
behind the bars and even on the cars parked outside. The atmosphere was so
exciting, people started cheering and throwing fountains of beer once a popular
tune came on. Sometimes people stage-dived into the crowd or started stripping
to the music. The sound was unique, it was instantly recognisable, and very
decadent to me."
Popcorn's
obscurity in Britain largely stems from our snobbish, long-held mistrust of
European music scenes. "People really do have the wrong idea about
Belgium," says Bill Brewster, the author of Last Night a DJ Saved My Life.
"Musically, it's been far more innovative than people give it credit for,
possibly due to the push and pull of the Flemish and French split." The
writer Harry Pearson has described Belgium as having a "Mediterranean
attitude in a northern European country", or "sex in duffel
coats" if you will. The world of Popcorn, likewise, is an odd mix of
sensuous music and beer-sodden dancefloors.
Popcorn
has a very similar timeline to northern soul: it started as a regional
phenomenon in the 60s and peaked commercially in the 70s before going back
underground in the 80s. The main difference between the scenes was the tempo of
the records, with Popcorn crowds needing records with a drowsy feel; DJs even
played 45rpm singles at 33rpm to obtain the requisite atmosphere. "It was
driven by beer rather than amphetamines," says Brewster. "But
culturally Popcorn and northern soul were very similar."
In the
summer, the scene would move en masse to Ostend, Belgium's equivalent to
Blackpool. DJ Freddy Cousaert played at the Groove, a late night downstairs bar
frequented by US marines, tourists and prostitutes – it was Cousaert who later
looked after Marvin Gaye during his 80s sojourn in Ostend. The music he played
at the Groove included ska, Latin jazz and even Broadway songs such as Stranger
in Paradise, or Whatever Lola Wants from Damn Yankees – in the hands of
Cousaert or other pioneering DJs such as Gibbe Govaert and Jeff Callebaut, this
odd menu made sense. Ostend also had a club called the Versailles, which had
direct access to the beach, leading sweaty clubbers to run drunk and naked into
the North sea.
As
Popcorn's popularity spread from Antwerp and across Belgium, the musical menu
became wider. Younger DJs came out of the French side of the country and from
the sizeable Italian community; by the mid-70s, early-60s British stars such as
Kenny Lynch and Craig Douglas were being played alongside the R&B and ska,
as were Italian crooners and milky US teen idols. For hardcore fans such as
Eddy de Clercq, this was the same as kids dancing to the Joe 90 theme at Wigan
Casino. EMI released a Popcorn Oldies compilation and the scene exploded.
Pretty soon, Popcorn even had cash-in bands such as the dreadful Lou and the
Hollywood Bananas who had hits in 1979 with Kingston Kingston and Hong Kong
Ska. Now it had its equivalent to Showaddywaddy, it was time for Popcorn to go
back underground.
The
London DJ Niamh Lynch "first heard the term 'Popcorn' at a mod club called
Shotgun in south London in the early noughties. Barbara Redd's I'll Be All
Alone was played, and I loved it. I already loved rhythm and blues but this had
a smoother, less choppy feel to it." Intrigued, she soon made her way to
"a dedicated old-fashioned Belgian Popcorn club" in the small town of
La Louvière. "They knew we were coming as I'd emailed ahead and they did
everything to make us welcome. They actively asked for requests, played
everything we wanted to hear, and looked at us like we were nuts when we did
our normal-to-us dancing." While there has never been a dedicated Popcorn
club in Britain, the sound began to work its way into soul nights in the
noughties, at places such as Flipside in Dewsbury which would have a Popcorn
special once a year, bringing DJs over from Belgium. Of the UK's current soul
nights, the excellent Kingpin in Sheffield, also plays a smattering of stuff at
the saltier end of the Belgian palate.
A trip
to Belgium, though, shows a scene mostly populated by people over 40. Popcorn's
sustainability, as with every musical subgenre, is down to the internet, which
has opened the scene up to outsiders – there are now Popcorn nights and
weekenders in Italy, Germany and the United States. As the Belgian clubs have
no dress code and the music has few hard and fast rules, this has tended to jar
with the British trainspotter mentality. Though British mods may favour its
gritty R&B spins, these are only a small part of what makes it special; the
purity of Belgian Popcorn is its very impurity. R&B, Broadway numbers,
tangos, Phil Spector-esque girl groups and loungey instrumentals, they are all
constituent parts of a rare, and still largely undiscovered scene. It won't
stay that way forever.
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