Death of a Musical Hero

Will Sinnot news clipping from NME May 1991

(The following text is an excerpt from a collection of memoirs I am currently writing. 1st draft)

The news that William Sinnott of the band the Shamen, had drowned in a tragic swimming accident off the shores of La Gomera in the Canary Islands, hit me like a tonne of bricks. I was sitting on the top deck of a bus travelling through Norwich at the time, reading through the latest issue of the NME and there it was: The photo of my musical hero, and the sickening headline ‘Will Shamen Drowns’.

I remember thinking that this must have been some kind of sarcastic, sick joke. It wouldn’t have been uncommon for the music press of the era to come out with a dramatic sounding headline, only to then say ‘Drowned in a sea of adoring ravers’ or ‘drowned in his own shame after an appalling gig in Manchester’. Unfortunately, the article had all the sickening gravitas of a genuine mini obituary. It wasn’t a joke.

Up until this moment, The Shamen had been one of the best musical acts I’d ever heard. I won’t go too much into the reasons why, here, as I’ve no doubt that I’ll write something more about them elsewhere in this collection of memoirs. One of the primary reasons I was so in awe of the group was William Sinnott aka Will Sin aka Will Shamen. Superficially, he resembled a be-dreadlocked bird of prey inhabiting human form, I think that he was a decent six foot something in stature, played the bass like a demon, was a dab hand at dancing and playing two synths simultaneously, wrote amazingly distinctive dance tunes, was extremely charismatic in interviews with an added razor blade of sharp intellect and wit. It was hard not to be impressed. 

During the time I’d been following the group as an avid fan, I devoured Will’s words and observations with every music press magazine feature and interview. The man had attitude and style. I was perfectly poised to absorb this older man’s outlook on the world, he advocated the culture I had become ensconced in, he gave intelligent insights into music, society, politics and psychedelic drug use. I didn’t know that I was seeking a role model at the time, but there he was.

In late 1990 the band released the eternally cherished album En-Tact. The music press heaped well deserved praise upon the album, noting its grown-up sound, its hypnotic and futuristic sonic palette, the positive potential of the kind of music that it delivered in spades. It was clear that the band were in their ascent and to me, thank god I was riding that wave. 

The Shamen’s En-Tact was a constant companion on my personal stereo. Will’s touch could be heard throughout, there was something edgy and cool in the sequencing, certain playfully dark samples, certain bass grooves. He’d been credited for his own solo compositions Lightspan and the monumentally cool Evil Is Even, which were instrumental tracks, given that in the months preceding its release, I’d fallen in love equally with his B-Side efforts In The Bag and Something Wonderful, another two incredibly excellent instrumentals. There was a death vibe to all of them though…

Lightspan – a play on the term ‘Lifespan’ containing the sample ‘Life is never enough…and It’s all you get’

Evil Is Even – Just sounded like a shamanic out-of-body experience with an enigmatic title …why was evil even? I know this is a tenuous observation but something about the track connects on a gut level.

Something Wonderful – for its samples taken from the movie 2010, Dr Heywood Floyd has an unexpected conversation with dead astronaut Dave Bowman.

In The Bag – retrospectively, hard not to think of the first place a dead body goes. The track sounded like a beautiful death trip, so dark and otherworldly. I found myself feeling that this was underlined when the posthumous release of the Peel Sessions ‘On Air’ appeared. The live track featured samples from Will’s earlier compositions, playing almost like a strange sampled obituary in the opening sequence.

Think I’m reading too much into it? How about the twelve-inch demo that he recorded as a side project, shortly before he drowned. U Make Me Feel has the lyric “Come on in, take a swim, don’t wait to be invited”  or the very rare Portastudio demo he recorded in 1987 called U Bury Me.

I find it impossible to not connect these dots with a sense of wonder, the immortal rhetorical question: “Did he somehow, just know…?”

When it became clear that his drowning was absolutely a fact of reality, I felt stunned, then consumed by an immense sadness that I’ve never forgotten. In the immediate weeks after his death, I felt a deep sense of loss, almost as if someone very close to me had passed. I think retrospectively, I recognised the tragedy as the collapsing of a wave of so many potentials diminishing so very quickly and violently off the shores of some foreign land. Will’s star should have continued to ascend, not burn out into nothingness in the way that it had. How rarely does death offer second chances?

My diary entries at the time failed to adequately convey the deep wound that Will’s drowning inflicted on my soul, which is why I’ve chosen to write this entry as it appears now.

In 2018 I was lucky enough to venture to the Canaries and stay in Tenerife, a location where much of the Progen 91 video was filmed. I took the opportunity to take a ferry to La Gomera as I wished to know the place where Will spent his final days. I had felt frustrated that people I’ve maintained contact with, people who one would suppose as ‘being in the know’ didn’t seem to know where in La Gomera Will took his final swim. This meant that my pilgrimage ended up being a scattershot affair of exploring the island (Which is by far the most beautiful of all the Canaries I’ve been lucky to visit)

I had to conclude that, if one is going to die on a beautiful Island, terrible as the event may be, La Gomera is a stunning place to end life’s path. I felt a draw toward the west coastal town of Valle Gran Rey, my intuition seemed to be pulling me in that direction, but I wasn’t certain.

This year, 2019, I went there again and felt the same pull towards that location. In one of the final interviews with the band in 1991, just before the tragic sequence of events unfolded, vocalist Richard West had been noted for mentioning that Will and his girlfriend Julie were to stay on in La Gomera, staying in a cave by the sea. It turns out that a likely spot fits that description in Valle Gran Rey, so my second visit seemed to have a certain sense of validation when I returned there. I still cannot be sure though, but that was the place that my second pilgrimage took me back to.

I doubt that this will be the final visit to the island. I’m not intending to make a tradition of it by any means, I just feel on some level that I have unfinished business there, I feel that I need to perform some kind of ritual action that hasn’t fully formed within me yet…NO, It won’t involve going for a swim!

Decades down the timeline of this personal story, I have never lost the feeling that I have mourned a brother from my own tribe, it is so hard to put into words exactly why that is, all I know is that I’ve carried a genuine sense of loss for all of these years and It is possible that a subsequent visit to La Gomera may yield something of a catharsis, in finally letting go of the ghost of this amazing man that I never had the pleasure to meet in person.

Funnily, I had for a moment, come close to meeting him in November 1990. The Shamen hosted an event called Synergy at the London venue once known as The Rocket. The event will be discussed in more detail in another entry. For now, I’ll mention that as I was queuing with my friend outside before the venue doors opened, Will walked past. I was so gobsmacked in the moment, that I just gawped. Later in the evening, I was dancing with a young lady with a Scottish accent and long blonde dreadlocks who happened to say proudly “That’s my boyfriend up there” pointing to Will as he was dancing around and playing bass during the Shamen part of the gig. I had no reason to doubt her.

Later, I found myself somewhere in residential London, at a party that was at the band’s residence. It was a squat building with a skateboard half-pipe in the back yard. Colin Angus, (The other half of the dynamic duo) was there. Heavy dub was blasting from the basement of the building, I’d hoped that I’d get an opportunity to meet Will but it turned out that he was somewhere else that night.

I have often wondered what would have become of him had he not died, how would he have evolved? What musical direction would he have taken? What if, what if?  This impossible line of questioning has occasionally manifested an answer in dreams. I’ve been leafing through records in a synaptic record shop or neurological vinyl stall on the edge of a Yesod market…I discover a Shamen pile of twelve-inch records, tunes I’ve never heard of, I examine the sleeves (all designed by Me Company) They have really upped the ante with their techno-psychedelic design work, I can see on the back sleeve, ghostly images of Will and Colin fused with the sublime patterns and colours. My excitement ramps up considerably, what year is this? Oh my god! I have to buy the lot! Will is still with us! and then…and then I shift back to this ‘Universe A’ state of consciousness with its own personal unique hole in my spacetime.

Alex and Graham

June 1986

Alex and Graham came strolling into the dining hall and sat at the table while Antonia and I quietly ate our pack lunches. They seemed to be on something as they kept saying “A weeshker-neeshker”, talk to them about anything, A-weeshker-neeshker was the answer. They tired of it eventually then started taking the piss out of A-ha! Stating that Pål, Morten and Maggs ate nothing but muesli as their main source of Norwegian sustenance. It was funny at the time.



March 1986

David O’Callaghan lent me a really cool tape today called ‘Please’ by an ace new group called The Pet Shop Boys.  It’s well-smart. The tape is recorded with Dolby Digital and starts with these digital bleeps, so futuristic! All the songs are made with synthesisers, I’ve never heard anything like it. There’s so many brilliant tracks, my favourites are Two Divided by Zero and Love Comes Quickly, but all the tracks are just ace. I went for a walk up Green Hill this afternoon listening to it on my Walkman, it was a perfect Spring day and I felt amazed with everything, the music, the view of Romsey, the weather. I can’t wait to tell Jamie and Scott about this album, they’re going to love it.



February 1985

Theres this new song out called 19 by Paul Hardcastle, its about the Vietnam war and has this brill voice saying “N-n-n-n-Nineteen” Me and Jamie are mad about it and both bought it, though Jamie bought the twelve Inch and I only bought the seven inch version. Jamie and I went to the army surplus in the city and he bought an American G.I helmet, which is also brill. We were at Dad’s this weekend, with the records and the helmet, we couldn’t stop playing the song over and over. 

Dad decided to put on Jamie’s helmet and started walking after us saying “N-n-n-n-Nineteen” Jamie and me were pissing ourselves laughing. Dad started following us down the alley between his house and the neighbours, still wearing the helmet and still saying Nineteen, then he realised that he’s smashed his wrist watch whilst chasing us, It had sentimental value to him and he got quite upset but he was still wearing Jamie’s helmet and Jamie and I nearly died laughing, even though we felt bad for him.


An American Werewolf In London

August 1981.

Today I was round Nanny’s house, I was looking at her Sun newspaper while she was cooking in the kitchen. I opened a page and saw the werewolf from the new film American Werewolf in London. I couldn’t stop looking at the picture even though it scared me, so I scribbled over it with a biro so I couldn’t see it anymore.



May 1979

I was sitting up late watching Film 79 presented by Barry Norman. He showed a clip of a film called Alien, there was this man in a tunnel and a dot was chasing him while a woman was starting to cry. The music was really scary and the dot was getting closer to him, then he went round a corner and this monster turned around and screamed at him with silver teeth and I honestly nearly poo’d my pants. I can’t stop thinking about it.



March 1979

Today Gillian took Jamie and me to Sainsburys in Bowthorpe and left us to look at books in the newsagent. I saw this horrible book called The Howling with a scary lady wolf on the cover, I didn’t want to look at it but I kept doing it, in the end I turned the book round so I couldn’t see her anymore but now I can’t get the picture out of my head.



June 1978

There’s this new film that all the girls at school are mad about, called Grease. Today Teresa  Brown brought her soundtrack in to play during ‘Show and tell’. It’s quite good, I found the picture of the cow on the record quite hypnotic as it spun round and round.

When it was my turn, I showed everyone my Space 1999 annual. I opened up a page showing Alan Carter but I said “And this is Alan Farter” Everybody laughed except the Mrs Murray.



Future Anxiety

I’m worried that when I grow up, I’m going to have to ask strangers if they can help me tie my shoe laces. I’ve been crying about it. Daddy made me a pretend shoe with a shoelace, to help me get it right. What If I can’t? Will I get to twenty and have to ask a lady to do my shoes up?!?


A new girl has joined Mrs Murray’s class. Her name is Denise, like the Blondie song. Today I found a pink toy car  car with coloured windows, the Blondie song played in my head while I played with it. The car made me think of Denise but then I stopped playing with it because I didn’t like it.