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RIP Phil Taylor

By executive editor Wolfgang Bang

Posted November 14, 2015
Phil 'Philthy Animal' Taylor with fans in Cornwall in 1982
Top bloke: Phil Taylor (fourth from right) with fans in Cornwall in 1982. (Check bottom for credit)

The R&H pays homage to Phil 'Philthy Animal' Taylor, legendary drummer with Motörhead, who died this past Wednesday (11/11/15) aged 61.

Phil 'Philthy Animal' Taylor, drummer for Motörhead, twice, has died at 61 from liver failure after a long illness stemming from a brain aneurism.

If you want to cut the bullshit, he was absolutely crucial to Motörhead's sound, along with 'Fast' Eddie Clarke and Lemmy.


Without him they would have struggled.

A Derbyshire lad who looked like one of Genghis Khan's Golden Horde behind a drum kit, he also sounded like the fucking lot of them ripped to the tits on amphetamines behind 10,000 drum kits all by himself.

Recruited by Lemmy because he had a car and could drive them to the studio where On Parole was being recorded, he fitted in quite nicely, thank you.

Despite being accident prone.

During a 'see who's the strongest' game with a friend, he was lifted above someone's head and dropped, breaking his neck.

So he wore a neck brace and carried on.

The calcine lump that subsequently formed on the back of his neck was christened 'My Knob'.

And no doubt flashed at vicars, middle-aged women and policemen.

He also broke his hand punching some idiot out outside his flat.

So he gaffer taped the sticks to his hands and carried on.

The raving maniac.

Rake & Herald arts and media correspondent Waterbridge Under met him, Fast Eddie and also fellow Motörhead guitarist Würzel, describing Phil as "a really nice bloke".

"Had a good chat with him for a quarter hour about various gibberish," Under exclusively told this reporter by telephone.

"He had a nice sense of humour and for me to praise someone just because they've carked it and they were famous isn't me."

"Fuck me, I saw them and the Damned at the Roundhouse in '77."

"Jesus wept."

"What a fucking gig that was."

"I was deaf for a week."

"Look, if he was a cunt you'd be the first to know."

"...You can't suddenly eat salad and start drinking herbal tea and talk about detox when the whole band, roadies, sound engineers, managers and the fucking cat are in Motörhead..."

"Unfortunately, when I met him after he'd been re-hired I was absolutely shitfaced, but even then I could see he was suffering from the appalling bloating that a diet of speed and top-shelf booze does to your body," he continues.

"His eyes were barely able to open due to water retention."

"What could he do?"

"I mean, you can't suddenly eat salad and start drinking herbal tea and talk about detox when the whole band, roadies, sound engineers, managers and the fucking cat are in Motörhead, can you?"

"Erm, no."

"But it'll fucking have you sooner rather than later."

"Fast Eddie and Würzel were nice blokes too, came round my gaff in Hampstead."

"Speeding their tits off, but genuinely nice blokes who were into music."

"They were normal for fuck's sake, none of that rock star crap."

"It's a cult of youth, music like that," Under states.

"If you go down that road, you fucking get burnt the older you get."

"Now you couldn't do it."

"The fucking insurance wouldn't touch you, let alone a record company, for fucks sake."

"Now fuck off."

"When are you bleedin' coming up to London so we can wind up all the wankers again?"

RIP Philthy Animal Taylor, 21/9/54 to 11/11/15.

Chief hack's note: RIP indeed. Here's to you, Philthy, and many, many thanks for all the music and antics. And now here he is in action, embedded here on the tune-tastic Rake & Herald from Moog Bass' YouTube channel, which you can check out here.

See also RIP Dickie Hammond, posted 5/11/15, and Stranglehead at the Sweden Project, posted 27/7/15.

Wolfgang Bang
is a former skate punk who dropped the skateboard but remains reliably enraged by various aspects of modern culture. His oaths and verbal abuse still echo around the fashionable Portobello Road area of West London. His hobbies include long-range outdoor drinking, cooking and modern history. He spends much of his time in a hedge with an air rifle, waiting for the rabbits of mass media to pop out of their burrows and graze on the sweet grass of empty promises.

Picture credit

Top and thumb: © Tim Wilkinson. The photo shows a group of St Austell lads (including Tim and James Stacey) with Motörhead in Fowey prior to the latter playing the Cornwall Coliseum in 1982. Motörhead dedicated a song to them that night and they were spotlighted. Nice, eh?

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