David Edward Sutch (November 10, 1940 – June 16, 1999)
How have I never heard of
this guy until last week? David Sutch sounds like he was a dynamic person with
a wry sense of humor. Even
though he had no connection with English aristocracy whatsoever, Sutch changed
his stage name to Screaming Lord Sutch, 3rd Earl of Harrow. Sutch was influenced by Screamin’ Jay
Hawkins and, despite his self confessed lack of vocal ability, sang Halloween/horror
novelty songs and R&B covers that were more fun and entertaining than
talented. During the 1960’s
Sutch would dress as Jack the Ripper for his horror-themed stage shows. Props
on stage included a coffin, skulls, knives, and fake dead bodies. The
album Lord Sutch and Heavy Friends was voted
the worst album of all times in a 1998 BBC poll, regardless of the fact that
Jimmy Page, John Bonham, Noel Redding, Jeff Beck, and Nicky Hopkins performed
on it and helped write it.
Sutch was also a founder of a registered political party called
the Official Monster Raving Loony Party (OMRLP for short), which satirized
English politics and lost all 40 parliamentary elections that he ran
for. Their slogan was, “Vote for insanity – you know it makes
sense.” He campaigned for pensioners to have heated toilet seats, to have
January and February discontinued in order to have shorter winters, and to
breed fish in a lake full of wine so they would come out already pickled.
According to his fiancée,
Yvonne Elwood, Sutch had been on anti depressants for many years and had been
diagnosed with bipolar disorder. After the death of his mother in 1998 he
became increasingly depressed. He hanged himself with a jump rope on the stairs
at his late mother’s home in London. Elwood found him hanging from the banister and thought
it was another one of his dark jokes. In an article in The Independent, Elwood stated that she initially
took a photo when she discovered him. “He’d ask me all the time to take photos
– I’ve got more than 2,000… He always wanted people to take photographs; he
couldn’t be photographed enough. He was desperate for publicity…he had a public
face and a private face, which was, most of the time, severely depressed. It
would affect him physically, his whole face would drop, and he just couldn’t
cope, he had to cancel appointments and nothing would make him happy. He would
either go to bed, or sit being depressed, or walk about.”
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