The Art of Incompleteness

Supported by the Fritzels

1. Louis Vause (piano & musical arrangements)
2. Clive Langer (guitar)
3. Paul Taylor (trombone )
4. Steve (Avo) Lindsey (bass guitar)
5. Tina Jacobs-Lim (violin)
6. Phoebe Snelling (violin)
7. Sam Rolles (viola)
8. Richard Phillips (cello)
9. Steve AVO Lindsey (guitar & bass)
10. Owen Williams (percussion)

THE RECORD COMPANY

1. Record company: Fretsore Records (subject to contract)

TECHNICAL

1. Studio engineer: Nik Arcos
2. Cinematographer: Alex Forsey

An act of kindness?

Why would a Deptford audience help an elderly 1970's vicar to make a spectacle of himself? It was part of the 2025 Deptford X Festival so this was an opportunity to experience 'modern art' in Deptford. But they were also helping an elderly comedy vicar to create a unique pop record. A live album? (n.b. nobody does that anymore, - it's all streaming...). But, hey, dude, what's not to like?

WARNING: this stage act contained vicarious material.

• ...was it suitable for an under-age audience?
• The sermons may reflect the standards of bygone generations.
• What seemed kosher in the 1970's may be inappropriate today.
  • ADVICE TO SNOWFLAKE GUESTS: Just get over it...(we had to).

What are the risks?

As all small children know, the best circus moments are when the tightrope lady misses her footing. No pain, no gain. Although there will be no clowns or trapeze artists at the Brookmill the good Reverend will be working with a completely untrained audience (i.e. 'congregation'). Lucky attendees who have signed the NDA form may even be roped into the recording process.

When does Max's housekeeper think the album will be ready?

Max's housekeeper (Agnes), looked long-suffering when we asked her this question. She is in high level talks with Fretsore Records to secure a major recording deal. A solo pop album should not take more than half a century to complete. "But the Rev. Max is a master procrastinator", she told us. "So completing anything on time would be a record..."

When does Max think the album will be ready?

When we spoke to Max himself he seemed doggedly enthusiastic. "I am already getting a strong whiff of success". he said. "I know I may be stepping into a pile of uncertainties but I am confident it will hit the fans by Christmas." We asked him whether he'd had feedback from the record company. "Statistically, while a number one may be unlikely, a record company executive recently said he could smell a number two."

The Risk Assessment

The good Reverend was working with a completely untrained 'congregation'. As all children know, the best circus moments are when the tightrope lady misses her footing. Hey, no pain, no gain!

When will the album be complete?

Max remains confident. "I know I may be stepping into a pile of trouble but I am confident that it will hit the fans by Christmas. I'm already getting a whiff of success. OK - a number one is unlikely, but a record company executive recently told me he could smell a number two."

When does Max's housekeeper think it will be completed?

Agnes, The Rev's housekeeper gives a long-suffering look. "A solo pop album shouldn't take fifty years to complete but The Reverend Ripple is a master procrastinator", she sighs, "If he ever manages to complete anything on time - it would be a record...". (she titters uncontrollably...).

Is it suitable for under-age attendees?

WARNING: this stage act may contain vicarious material. Some snowflake critics have criticised Max's sermons as 'inappropriate'. Please note that some were conceived at a time when what was deemed 'kosher' can no longer be described using this term.
OUR ADVICE: Just get over it...(we had to).

So how will I know if this is great art?

You won't. Art is meant to be perplexing and annoying, so nobody will know. Ha ha ha! Never mind. Whereas 'high art' exhibitions have tedious gallery openings this show will have a tad more razzmatazz. Let's face it - what do you usually get from a West-end Private View? Pristine white walls, cheap plonk and a room full of poseurs. The Rev Max refuses to abide by these dull, bourgeois conventions. Everyone who manages to stay to the end will go go home with a special badge and a signed pamphlet with poems and drawings. Hey, what's not to like?