Sally Dripper
‘A Little Baby in My Tummy’ c/w ‘When God
Opens the Womb’
Released
9th June 1967. Felt Hat FH146767
Felt
Hat records had specialised in religious recordings since the early nineteen
fifties and Sally Dripper was their biggest star.
The label scored a massive
hit in late 1966 with the album ‘Sing All Ye Merry Hearts for Yon Christmas
Yuletide Time!’ - a recording of a carol
service in the famously deconsecrated church of St Peters in what was then
Winchester, which was then in Surrey when it was part of Middlesex.
Apart from an early failure
(‘Please Don’t Nail Him to the Cross!’ by The Archangels), their first serious
foray into the pop market was this single by Sally Dripper. Dripper had been
discovered singing hymns in a shop doorway on a depressing wet Sunday afternoon
in Rotherham town centre by Sammy Crime, then a top record producer (‘If You
Don’t Let Me Touch You, I’m Off!’ by The Mort d’Arthyrs was his most well-known
recording).
“There was something about
the quality of her voice that appealed to me”, says Crime, who has been
Samantha Crime for the last twenty-two years. “I tried to pull her in that shop
doorway, but she wasn’t having any of it. I liked that. She had spunk. She was
a devout Christian and wanted to spread the Good News. She also had great low-slung
bristols, which was what sold records in them days. I came on to her several
more times, but it never worked. I was barking up the wrong low-slung booby tit-tree”.
A sworn enemy of
promiscuity, pre-marital sex and the depiction of lewd images, Dripper wanted
to make a record that instructed Christian children about the realities of Sex.
She believed that it was solely for reproduction and that if God had wanted
women to enjoy intercourse he would have given them some sort of ‘special
pleasure bud’.
She had married young and a
week later was pregnant with her first child (this was Rotherham, you have to
remember). It was after her first birth that she took to singing hymns in shop
doorways. ‘A Little Baby in My Tummy’ went straight to number one in the UK
charts, knocking ‘Barrel of Girls’ by The Vaticans from the number one slot.
Nowadays, it’s difficult to
imagine a song with such explicit sexual lyrics getting as far as being recorded, let alone released, but
Dripper’s demure, Christian image, combined with the light folk backing
supplied by Sammy Crime (using Julian Coward from The Empire Daughters on
acoustic guitar and kazoo), made the whole thing into something special that effortlessly
bypassed the BBC censors.
“There was something in her
voice that was definitely alluring and full of promise in a sort of deeply
perverse way that I can’t quite put my finger on”, says Crime today. “Apparently,
she had a pet stick insect which she burnt”.
As my husband Philip disflowers me upon
our wedding night
His largeness revealing itself in the
bedroom light
So with the help of Jesus we are soon
conjoined as one,
And after thirty seconds, we make a
little son.
A little baby in my tummy
Growing into a man
I
will be its mummy
And feed it from my swollen, milk-filled udders
Whenever and wherever I can, oh Lordy.
The success of the single
spawned an album filled with weird, ambiguous, religion-based perversity and,
for those interested in such things, it’s just been released on CD by Universal,
with four bonus tracks, one of them the previously unavailable B-side of the
single and another three songs which were not included in the final track
listing.
Side
One
1. Your Pleasure, My Pain
2. Guilty Looks across the
Old Breakfast Table
3. Vigorously Impregnated
On Whit Sunday
4. When a Husband’s Hands
Feel Cold
5. Satan Made You Suggest
That
6. Shame on You for
Suggesting That
Side
Two
1. Thoughts of Shame
2. Impaled On Your Manhood
Again
3. Satan Makes Love to Me
Once More
4. Cold Hands in the Dead
of Night
5. Punished for Enjoying a
Woman’s Love
6. I Dread Your Touch
Bonus
Tracks
7. When God Opens the Womb
8. Heavy with Milk (But My
Body Still Has Needs)
9. Chastised By Whip, Cane
and Tawse
10. Speedily Impregnated on
Michaelmas Eve
As a postscript, internet
blooger (sic) Harry Chymaes regards this album as ‘Easily the most erotic piece
of popular music recorded in the last seventy years. Nothing can touch it.’
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