I heart James Dean Bradfield

I fuckin` love MANIC STREET PREACHERS!

...and i love the young James Dean Bradfield. Remeber seeing them at Alaska in Oslo during their tour to promote their debut album «Generation Terrorists».
Me and my friend were two out of about twenty people in front of the stage. We did not care. We were transfixed and gazed at the stage - there was James Dean Bradfield in whyite jeans and nothing else, except his guitar of course ...

«Little Baby Nothing» from the album was released as a single and featured the infamous Traci Lord on vocals.
Here is the video.
But first; a few words by Steven Wells about the director Nick Small and his idea of music videoes:
«I WOKE up Monday morning and decided to become a pop video director. The Manic Street Preachers, those over-educated punky Welsh working-class homoerotic situationists with a death wish and a mega-yen recording contract were about to release a single, so I hammered out a treatment with my friend, Nick Small and arranged to meet the record company.

"Basically," says Nick, "the song Little Baby Nothing is about women's oppression, so we start with a little girl getting her head jumped on by a horrible old man and end with a woman committing suicide by shooting herself between the legs, having gained her revenge in the meantime by killing all the men."

"Um," said the man from Sony Records. "I'm a bit worried about the graffiti." So we dropped the graffiti and the little girl getting her head stomped on and the woman shooting herself and the scene where the little girl with the flame thrower roasts all the Carter The Unstoppable Sex Machine fans and we got our feet under the table with ace production company Visionbridge. And The Man from Sony, he say - well, all right then. We were staggered, could it really be this easy?

And the piece finishes of with this manifest:
«It is time, we decided, to call ourselves Gob Video and punk rock the world of the pop promo while the art form is still hackish, unpretentious, unloved, prostituted, untrainspotted and stupid enough to be fun. All art under capitalism has a tendency to degenerate into either pretentious trash or mind-destroying dross. The pop promo biz will eventually go one way or the other. But for now there are only four rules:

1. Resist at all costs the temptation to censor yourself;

2. Don't go to film school;

3. Don't come cheap, and

4. Live fast, die old and leave a cute looking showreel.

We start shooting Homophobic Asshole for The Senseless Things next week. Any internationally known celebrities who want an unpaid cameo role in the greatest pop video ever made should contact us now»

WATCH: MANIC STREET PREACHERS «LITTLE BABY NOTHING»