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Pat Fish, AKA The Jazz Butcher, has died aged 64
The former Creation Records artist died earlier this week

By
Will Lavin
7th October 2021

Pat Fish, best known for performing under the moniker The Jazz Butcher, has died aged 64.

His death was confirmed by his frequent collaborator and lead guitarist Max Eider, who took to the official Jazz Butcher Facebook page to reveal that Fish died on Tuesday night (October 5). A cause of death has not yet been revealed.

“Very sad to announce that my old friend Pat Fish died suddenly but peacefully on Tuesday evening,” Eider wrote. “Pat rocked my world in every way and his death leaves a big hole in my life and in my memory, much of which was only stored in his outsized brain.

He added: “Goodbye mate and thanks for everything. I’m going to miss you.”

Born Patrick Huntrods in London in 1957, Fish formed the Jazz Butcher musical project – which has gone under a variation of different names over the years – in 1982 with Eider. His début album, ‘In Bath Of Bacon’, was released by Glass Records in 1983.

From 1988 through 1995, The Jazz Butcher released a series of albums for Creation Records, including ‘Cult Of The Basement’, ‘Condition Blue’, and their final release for the label, ‘Illuminate’. The Jazz Butcher’s last new release was the 2016 single ‘All The Saints’, released via Fire Records.

While much of The Jazz Butcher’s catalogue was out of print in the late ’90s and ’00s, Fire began a reissue campaign a few years ago, including the recently announced ‘Dr Cholmondley Repents: A-Sides, B-Sides and Seasides’, which is expected to arrive November 12.

David Whittemore, who has been running The Jazz Butcher website since the beginning, has set up a memoriam, where fans have been paying tribute to the Fish – you can contribute here: http://jazzbutcher.com/memoriam

On Sunday, October 10, 2021 at 3:58:39 PM UTC-4, Big Mongo wrote:

https://soundcloud.com/tapete-records/the-jazz-butcher-time

The Jazz Butcher – Time

My hair’s all wrong. My time ain’t long.
Fishy go to heaven, get along, get along.

I’m having too much fun to get anything done.
Leave me be. I’m not hurting anyone.
I took a long weekend in the psychedelic shack
And when you cross that bridge you ain’t never coming back.
I‘ve got scars and stripes and burns,
I‘ve got the law of diminishing returns.
I‘ve got a one-way ticket to a pit of Council lime
I’ve barely got a minute till I’m in it
But for you I’ve got time.
A little bit of time.

Luminous. Leguminous. Salubrious. Lugubrious.

Time’s running out. The money’s running out.
You don’t need me to tell you what it’s all about.
Time’s running out. The money’s running out.
Oh, baby!

A small boy who just watched his cousin being shot
Is being pushed down a mine coz we’ve got to have the lithium.
Forced labour, privatised jails.
Yeah – and all that that entails.
Tik tok. Never mind. You’re gonna live forever.
Yeah – in a razor wire dormitory,
Working on the long shift, doing what you’re told to,
Doing what you’re told to,
Doing what we used to call time.
(It’s murder.)

Respectable. Bespectacled. Electable. Detestable.

Time’s running out. The money’s running out.
You don’t need me to tell you what it’s all about.
Time’s running out. The money’s running out.
Oh, baby!

I’ve overdone the underside and now I am undone.
There’s no one here to see, though, cos I don’t see anyone.
And if I hadn’t told you that, you never would have known,
Unless I told you secretly when we were all alone.
Things are running slow. Things are running low.
You can have one more but then we gotta go.
One more before the bottle. One more before the mast.
One more shot for Davy Jones, better make it fast.

Time’s running out. The money’s running out.
You don’t need me to tell you what it’s all about.
Time’s running out. The money’s running out.
Oh, baby!