The myth of the 27 Club seems to have been established quickly and with a very small body of evidence to support it. The deaths between 1969 and 1971 of Brian Jones, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin and Jim Morrison all at the age of 27 seemed to strike an immediate link between the idea of the troubled musician and an early death. Twenty-three years later Kurt Cobain bought entry to the club with a gun. The sixth member profiled in Simon Napier-Bell's film is Amy Winehouse, who, like the others seems to have sacrificed life in a blaze of destructive, often public addictions while trying to find some degree of private relief. Wikipedia actually lists a lot of other musicians who died at age 27 but few had the fame and hypnotic charisma of this sextuple. Plus we start the film with more stats. Expand your search to those who have died in the field of popular music at the height of their fame before the age of 35 and there is well over a thousand musicians. I guess the 35 and Unders Club doesn't hold the same mystique and glamour. So before the opening titles have finished I am a little perplexed. Is this documentary going to tell me the 27 Club is an over inflated myth, as substantial as dry ice? And even if it does will I believe it? No. And no.

The film is a little chaotic in its own way. An eclectic combination of talking heads ranges from Gary Numan via various psychologists, record label employees, authors, and a lawyer to Dave Ambrose. Of course, Paul Gambaccini is here too and offers his own experiences and thoughts with the measured wit we have come to expect. Cut in between these interviews is a dizzying array of footage that illustrates our story sometimes more literally (news clips, performances and interviews with our club members) and sometimes things take a more lateral mind bending direction. A word to the squeamish, if needles make your knees knock there are multiple shots of drawing and injecting.

We don't have a narrator guiding proceedings but from the off the images and thoughts offered combine to lay out the basics of the 27 Club, the wider contexts it rose from which our stars all share to a least some degree alongside each individual story. The recurring question seems to be who is ultimately responsible? The record company exploiting the pain rooted in childhood that captivates fans and makes them a lot of money? Are mental illness and music so closely entwined they can't be separated? Maybe we aren't as captivated by well adjusted, sober musicians? Did the Rolling Stones break Brian Jones? How did no one hear Joplin's primal scream for the cry for help it perhaps was? As for Amy Winehouse, the anger and disgust at her father's actions (and lack of action too) is palpable and in my opinion entirely warranted.

A minute in and the music industry is termed exploitative, and it is here to which we return at the end to ask. Do labels sacrifice the sanity and sometimes lives of their artists by putting profits over providing support and a break from the limelight? One question that is never asked is if we, as music fans, bare some of the responsibility too. Maybe that would be just too uncomfortable. But if something about fame can mean paying the ultimate price for being on the pedestal where does the blame lie? Aren't we the ones that put them there?

Director Simon Napier-Bell is more than overly qualified for the job he has taken on here. He's been a songwriter, a music manager and record producer among other things and perhaps our selection of interviewees have been plucked from his undoubtedly full little black book. The finished product is tight, absorbing, avoids cliche and sensationalism and leaves the watcher with a lot of questions of their own to ponder.







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