In 1977, punk graphics rejected the psychedelic ’60s palette of King’s preference. Flyers, fanzines, and album covers reverted back to stark blacks and greys. The new counter-cultural aesthetic sought to mimic and protest increasingly grim socioeconomic conditions. Margaret Thatcher led England’s Conservative Party in 1975 and became Prime Minister in 1979. As King details the prevailing attitudes of national leadership, “Society shifted to the right. Ronald Reagan was [Thatcher’s] god. Society shouldn’t take care of you, and socialism was a dirty word. Unions were the enemy and had to be destroyed. Unemployment went up and up.” He continues, “[Punk] was a grassroots movement that sprung from desperation, being thought of as worthless and not having a voice.”
At Dial House in 1977, before the founding of Crass, King witnessed an impassioned rant against the state’s administration of Christian values from Rimbaud. King encouraged him to write it down. Rimbaud obliged and titled the screed “Christ’s Reality Asylum.” The piece morphed into “Reality Asylum”, Crass’ first single, which also bore the symbol, thus representing a band forever. Rimbaud printed it as a 10-page pamphlet and asked King to design a logo for the cover. In an interview with The Quietus, Rimbaud remembers asking King to design something expressing the “Fascism of the church, fascism of the state, [and] fascism of the family.”
King doesn’t remember that specifically, but says, “That’s a pretty good summary of that moment. The idea of ‘Christ’s Reality Asylum’ was that we felt oppressed by the church [because] it was an arm of government. It was in your high school education. You had compulsory classes called ‘Religious Instruction,’ which meant you had to sit in a class with some sort of ex-vicar or priest moonlighting as a teacher going on about how Christ is here to save us. It was indoctrination.” So, he says, “I think the symbol is very simple. [It’s] against monolithic religious and cultural oppression.”
I first heard the recording of “Reality Asylum” on the Crass singles collection in my early teens. Muttered prayers fade into a haunting score as Crass co-vocalist Eve Libertine dramatically narrates the iconoclasm. I skipped the track – too creepy. I preferred the anarcho-pacifist ism-dismantling of “Bloody Revolutions” and thuggish urgency of “Banned from the Roxy”. Later I understood it in a social context, but it’s a cathartic purge of institutionalized religious bias from a decidedly English perspective. In other words, difficult for a suburban American teen to readily appreciate. U.S. public schools generally toe the line when it comes to separation of church and state, at least ostensibly, while the Church of England and the Queen go hand in hand.
Of course, for Rimbaud and Vaucher, Crass was only one project in the communards’ provocative lifespans. Following a screening of Gee Vaucher’s recent film “Angel” and dramatic poetry recital from Rimbaud earlier this year in San Francisco, Bay Area writer and publisher V. Vale moderated a rocky discussion with the two. Seemingly without prepared questions, Vale fumbled an interview recovery. “Well, let’s talk about Crass,” he sputtered. Flustered, Vaucher and Rimbaud met the prompt with annoyed outbursts.
King’s work continued long after Crass as well, in the fields of music, design, photography, and mixed-media, both in commercial and fine art contexts. In 1977, he moved to New York City. He praises no wave bands James Chance & the Contortions, Mars, and Three Teens Kill Four, who he saw at art spaces like The Kitchen. King continued to pursue visual art there, swapping the nascent English punk scene with Manhattan’s downtown experimentalism for inspiration. King’s band, first known as Arsenal (with avant-garde composer Rhys Chatham), appeared on Crass Records’ compilation. In 1982, the band moved to San Francisco and changed their moniker to Sleeping Dogs, whose “Beware” single appeared on the Crass imprint the same year. He’s lived and worked as a graphic designer in the city since. The local record label Broken Rekids sports a logo of his creation, and earlier this year the Museum of Contemporary Art featured him and Gee Vaucher in a mini-documentary entitled The Art of Punk.
“I’m sort of obsessed with Ebay,” he says, standing before his exhibit at Needles & Pens. (In September, the show travels to And Pens, Needles & Pens’ sister location in Los Angeles.) Some photographs depict amorphous-looking toys and objects in harsh lighting culled from the auction website. King is interested in how childhood memories can be found and substantiated online. Similarly, a photograph of a plastic Mr. Potato Head is mounted nearby. He smiles and remembers decorating actual potatoes as a child in England. It’s called “Doubt”. Childhood is a theme of King’s show, especially symbols of its surface pleasantness obscuring uglier truths. He brandishes a self-published book entitled, Male Men, which compiles stills from a televised English puppet show. Each puppet is an archetypal male. Frames frozen and resting on a page, the traditional figures of masculinity look absurd. The show also explores the inadequacies of cultural translation. King notes that pedestrian profiles on traffic signs in America are totally featureless and dull, but more animated in England. So, King embellished an American one with guns and knives and then shot a photo. He coolly wonders whether American motorists would be more careful if they perceived pedestrians as armed and dangerous. Though the exhibit’s palette is a dreamy wash of pastel tones overall, menacing peculiarities slowly come to the fore. King’s alternate versions of the Crass symbol cover the far wall. Side by side with his toys and ethereal photographs, the contrast is stark.
In 2011, an English fashion company called Hardware appropriated the Crass symbol, bound it in a chain, and slapped their brand name across the middle. Hardware then copyrighted the design. In a blog post on Boing Boing, King wrote, “It seems ironic that chains have been added to the logo of a band whose abiding hope has been for the breaking of society’s restraints.” Indeed, though it’s ironic too that Crass’ art so often appropriated others’ imagery for subversion. The Crass symbol itself appropriates images of power to dismantle them. Hardware’s appropriation reverses the symbol’s implications back to bondage.
It wasn’t the first misuse of the Crass logo, but certainly one of the most egregious. “The moment you get into the market place, there’s the chance that whatever you’ve done can be altered, changed, re-registered, and taken away from you.” Hardware’s market swoop distressed King. He continues, “I realized that I did care about it. I felt like it might be taken away from me.” In addition to the biting Boing Boing post, King responded creatively by reimagining the symbol and exhibiting the results. “I had a lot of new ideas and felt surprised by how flexible the symbol was – that it could accommodate all of these different versions.”
He first displayed the redesigns last year at GoteblÃ¼d, a vintage zine shop in San Francisco’s Mission District. The shop drew crowds for “spray days,” where attendees brought apparel, skateboards, and toilet seats to be spray painted with a Crass symbol (or a new take on it) while King looked on. Last month, prints from that show accompanied other work on display at Needles & Pens. The shop’s publishing arm compiled them in a pamphlet entitled Secret Origins of the Crass Symbol.
Several variations sport colorized snakes. Two double-headed serpents crop up in others. One version emphasizes the “Y” just after a design with a blue dove about to flutter away from the icon-turned-nest. The first page depicts his original rough draft, all eraser smudged and faded. They progress from slightly altered to barely recognizable in the pamphlet’s middle. Then, the negative space begins to fill up. The penultimate page reveals a black circle in the symbol’s diameter. The last – a black circle the size of an LP’s spindle hole.
King says proprietary issues have only cropped up recently due to misuse like Hardware’s because, “As soon as [Crass] started using the symbol, it was on the fans’ jacket.” King continues, “That was all good. It’s only more recent that it’s become a commodity for other people in the commercial world.” From Rimbaud’s vitriolic pamphlet to Crass, Crass’ fans, and eventually a witless fashion house, King’s creation was embraced by cultures of rebellion and consumerism on a scale he couldn’t imagine in 1977.
King’s alternate versions of the symbol exhibited at GoteblÃ¼d reasserted not his ownership necessarily, but his mastery and aesthetic command over one of punk’s most recognizable and powerful designs. The more diverse Needles & Pens show further illuminates his work’s greater themes and concerns.
One reimagined Crass logo stands out prominently. The negating snake crosses and encircles original elements, only it’s red. The symbol’s innards are treated to loud green, yellow, and two shades of blue. Cast in tattoo ink, black spray-paint, or printed between severe political statements, the Crass symbol looks militaristic and daunting. This version is less severe. It evokes the beacons of color on enamel signs beckoning King as a child, though it retains the same iconoclastic implications. In the bottom corner, King scrawled, “The 70’s Were Not Colourful.” Otherwise, King’s symbol might’ve looked like this.