Cheeky gigs

SECOND IN LINE, Friday 4th September at the PHOENIX BAR, High Wycombe

THE DISINCLINED, Saturday 5th September at MILL Fest, Kingston

Yeah, sorry about the title but how else do you sum up nipping out to a couple of gigs just to see a band apiece. Of course I’d like to have stayed longer at both but life doesn’t always work out that way.

First off on Friday was a post work jaunt to see Second In Line play at the Phoenix Bar in High Wycombe. Decent venue in a renamed pub slap bang in the heart of the town with an appreciative audience – although quite what the half naked strip show firemen were doing walking round the venue handing out flyers remains something of a mystery. I think their target market was probably elsewhere.

Second In Line

Second In Line have been going for over a decade now but this was the first time I’ve seen them. Fast paced, melodic hardcore with more than a dash of humour pretty much sums up their style. The band sounded tight and have plenty of memorable hooks and choruses. Live they kicked up more of a punchy, abrasive sound than their studio recordings would suggest. Set highlights included ‘Joanie loves Chiachi‘ and a closer in the shape of ‘Hope’ by the Descendents which saw the singer lay down his guitar and give it some decent welly in the vocals department.

Saturday and just enough time for a trip to Mill Street in Kingston – one of those rare roads that has its own sense of community rather than being a series of commuter hutches. On a regular basis the residents put together ‘MILLFest’ in a piece of land adjoining the street itself. With something of a village fete feel combining with some decent bands it’s a brilliant and fun event but again time pressures meant my visit was limited to just one band. The Disinclined were on at 3pm in the afternoon and immediately launched into ‘For The Good Of Us All’ – an exceptionally catchy mid paced song that pulled the crowd in. With two guitars, bass and drums the band have a punky edge but also very much tread their own path. I detect a whiff of the Cardiacs, a few more effects pedals being used than most and a sense of fun. They’re quite hard to fit in a pigeon hole and lets face it – that can only be a good thing. Have a listen to them here as they play ‘Fantasy Life‘ – the sound was spot on for such a small and well organised event too. Wish I could have hung around longer to see The Transistor Quarter and more.

Matt from The Disinclined

Reading Festival Saturday 2015 round up

Half eleven in the morning and I’m queueing up to get into one of the classics on the Festival circuit. I was last at Reading festival when Nirvana headlined. I don’t really like festivals that much, too many bands doing short sets, standing round for hours on end getting ripped off for drinks and food with poor views of the acts on show. So not really a fan. But I’m here because my son really wants to see quite a few of the bands on show so I let him choose our running order with a couple of diversions for a couple of acts I want to see.

We enter the arena as Baby Metal are playing. Something of a jarring juxtaposition of three young Japanese girls doing dancing routines and singing about wanting chocolate while a band play half decent thrash metal. Just plain weird in my book but not as bad as it sounds. Still, once is enough.

Marmozets follow on next and this is a band I actually want to see. They open with the ridiculously catchy Move, Shake, Hide – and their genuine pleasure at being here, on the main stage, is evident to be seen. Singer Becca Macintyre has a natural way with the crowd and has a proper rock n roll scream which she alternates with melody.  Why Do You Hate Me is another standout, like a harder reverse of Garbage’s Why Do You Love Me.

Did I mention Fidlar? No, there’s probably a reason for that. Their singers T shirt was the most memorable part of their set with its slogan “Wake up, jerk off, cry” although their song about selling out was at least humorous if a little cliched.

Anyway, time for a quick dash to the Radio 1 / NME (make your mind up) tent to see Slaves, already well underway. This duo of guitar and basic drums kick up far more of a sound than their parts would suggest. Visceral, angry and somewhat unique they play much off their varied and excellent ‘Are You Satisfied’ album and are rewarded with a great reaction from the crowd.

Another quick walk over to the Pit stage sees us waiting for ex Lost Prophets new band No Devotion. When they finally have the sound right they kick off with a couple of songs designed to play to bigger audiences than are present in the tent. I don’t like ’em at all but as the set progresses they grow on me  – a bit. Of course there’s a massive elephant in the room but their singer, himself from another band that split, addresses the subject of Ian Watkin’s heinous crimes and thanks the crowd for giving them the chance to move on. It’s going to be difficult for them, not least because there’s something missing from their songs right now but there’s enough of a spark for something to eventually catch hold.

Back to the main stage now and my sons band list has Pierce The Veil on it. Describing themselves as post hardcore and hailing from California they were OK, decent even but I got very little from their set. I could live in a post Pierce The Veil world quite easily.

I’m much more interested in Alexisonfire as they feature Wade from Gallows in amongst their ranks (finally – someone I recognise)! It’s a different experience from his time with Watford’s finest though as he’s on guitar duties and the singer himself is gradually stretching and ripping his shirt as their set progresses. Plenty of decent hooks and passion see them go down well with the crowd but I’m really itching to get back to the tent where Wolf Alice are already on stage. Gah, I’m too late to see ‘Your’e a Germ’, with its dark lyrics and heartfelt chorus so I have to watch the far mellower last five numbers of their set. An opportunity missed, still I saw enough to make me try again at some point.

Radkey are three brothers,from Missouri and to be honest that fact was more than I knew just yesterday. A tip has brought me here and immediately I feel rewarded as the band play tracks from their debut full length album ‘Dark Black Makeup’. A great set full of rock’n’roll antics, a spot of crowd surfing from the band themselves and even a cover of Depeche Mode’s ‘Personal Jesus’ thrown in.


Back to the main stage and Royal Blood are on. With only one album to their name and consisting of just two members it’s a tough ask to justify their position and they do just fine at the time but just a day or two later I actually remember very little about their set…that might be because they are followed by a band from Sheffield that are proving very difficult to ignore.

Bring Me The Horizon before today are just a bunch of pretty boys staring out of the cover of Kerrang at me as part of a long list of bands that don’t even register and occupy that spot only when Hayley Williams isn’t doing anything. My mate John describes them succinctly as ‘One Direction doing Slipknot covers’, and yet today they do connect…. Prior to coming on stage they play a spoof health and safety announcement which prohibits the taking of drugs during the show suggesting you neck them back before. A nice bit of subversion and followed with musical and visual dynamite. Something is happening all the time. usually sweaty, loud, fast, anthemic, bouncing, jumping, near religious, metallic or just downright fun Bring Me The Horizon really tick the entertainment button. I honestly enjoyed them far more than I ever expected. They kicked Reading’s backside and Reading loved them for it. I even checked them out a bit after the show but then they ruined it all by following up all that rage with an advert trying to flog me a Bring Me The Horizon pencil case. Oh well.

After a ridiculously long wait it’s finally time for headliners Metallica. They take to the stage with a backdrop of fans penned into, well pens behind them. It’s a nice idea if you’re included but from the crowd it just looks a little odd as they are all dressed in white T shirts. I expect them to turn into a choir at some point but they’re too busy either singing along to the lyrics or taking selfies. Odd.


Metallica seem so pedestrian after BMTH. Ironic as when I first saw them over 30 years ago they made all the other metal bands before them seem so pedestrian too with their high speed controlled thrashing. Time moves on, the bar gets raised and people age. What they’ve still go though are their songs. Whilst I pretty much loathe everything after Master Of Puppets there are a few gems in there. So for the old fans there is For Whom The Bell Tolls, Battery and Master of Puppets amongst more recent offerings like One and Enter Sandman. The band themselves look like they are doing a job. It feels competent, has some passion but ultimately seems like any other stadium show for them. There’s no real connection with what they refer to as the ‘Metallica Family’. Don’t get me wrong I absolutely loved Seek and Destroy but so much just drifted by. They end with balloons and fireworks. I’m sure a good time was had by all but they are more like the dinosaurs they themselves replaced every day.

My legs ache from being on my feet all day but it’s been much better than I expected. maybe it won’t be so long until the next time.


Banksy’s Dismaland in Pictures

Banksy’s latest project ‘Dismaland’ opened to the public on Saturday 22nd August 2015. Featuring work by more than 50 artists from 17 different nations he has assembled a mass of thought provoking, topical and challenging art (you try knocking the anvils off their perches). This picture heavy post contains a small fraction of what is included in the show – allow yourself plenty of time to take it all in if you’re visiting….

Dismaland occupies the site of the disused and derelict Tropicana Lido on the sea front in Weston Super Mare. Through a clever piece of deception its existence was kept quiet right up to just a few days before the show by claiming that a film entitled ‘Grey Fox’ was going to be shot there. A perfect excuse to explain all the construction work and to have Security stop prying eyes.

One of the pieces that gave the game away was when Mike Ross’s Big Rig Jig piece loomed above the walls of the Tropicana. It’s an eye catching sculpture, born out of “reckless optimism”, that required a fairly hard to conceal crane to put it in place.

Another colossal vehicle is this security forces truck from Northern Ireland repurposed as a fountain and with a a children’s slide sticking out the other side. It appears beached in the Lido pool which is full of weeds and worse. Definitely not a place for a dip.

Banksy’s Dismaland installations often relate to animal themes. On the fairground carousel one of the horses has been hoisted by its hind legs while a slaughterhouse worker takes a break underneath from preparing lasagne – a clear reference to the horse meat scandal of recent years. Round the other side a marauding bunch of anarchists who seem to be part of the show jump on the ride waving banners whilst standing on the backs of their steeds.

Near the back of the venue where the arched diving boards structure used to stand an orca whale jumps from the confines of a toilet through a hoop into an unfeasibly small paddling pool full of dark liquid. Maybe a comment by Banksy on these beautiful creatures being trapped performing tricks in pools that are microscopic in comparison to their natural habitats.

Again from Banksy is this over the top illustration of seagulls attacking humans. Seemingly referencing recent media stories about the “menace of seagulls” but taking it to extremes it also provides a photo opportunity for anyone who cares to sit on the bench.

Of course this shows not all about Banksy (more of whom later) – there are around 50 odd international artists who have either contributed work or are actively engaged on site during the show. Time for a whistle stop tour around some of the other works….

Nettie Wakefield was working on site producing portraits in pencil of the back of guests heads. This really gives her the opportunity to show off her stunning technique in capturing every last detail including the way the light falls on each strand.

Wasted Rita from Portugal has a wall of her dark advice at the rear of the castle. The power of the simple written word.

Dotted around the site are a series of yellow signs to make you think about the your stay in Dismaland.

More direct thought provocation is provided in the form of these bus billboard take overs. A nearby stall provides instruction leaflets on how you can open these ubitiquous advert stands and place in your own posters.

Escif can be found in the far left hand corner with a series of heads and this piece depicting a tree stump in which the embedded axe is sprouting new shoots – ‘Hope’.

Ben Long’s scaffolding pole horse dominated early pictures of the exhibition and it’s easy to see why. Now dwarfed by the nearby big wheel it has plenty of competitors for the most iconic image of the show.

David Cameron gets the shove…if only.

Vying for ‘best in show’ is Jimmy Cauty’s simply breathtaking in its scale and detail ‘Aftermath Displacement Principle’. 23 crates worth of riot torn city featuring around 3000 1/87th scale police officers all uniquely made from modified model railway workers. An exhibit you can stare at for a very long time and still find something new, theres a wealth of little scenarios to take in whilst trying to comprehend the whole. Can you find Royalty making an official visit?

Moving inside for a bit you enter what is essentially a gallery space but first you walk past illuminated display boards from Jenny Holzer and Banksy’s reaper bumper car installation. Every so often disco music pumps out, the lights come on and Death attempts to escape the confines of his electric prison by slamming into the edge of the arena all to no avail.

Entering the main hall theres a plethora of different style on show. Damien Hirst’s standout piece ‘The History Of Pain’ has a beach ball held constantly aloft over a bed of blades by the push from air being blown upwards. If it it ever stops the balloon will surely drop and be burst.

Some of the painting technique on show is exquisite. From a distance Lee Madgwick’s paintings of urban buildings in idyllic countryside settings look like photoshop creations. A closer inspection reveals their intricate detail.

Australian Dietrich’s Wegner’s mushroom cloud tree house dominates the central room capturing a moment of beauty borne out of destruction. In that cloud are the debris of peoples lives, the structures they lived in and everything they held dear to them.

Nearby is the embroidery of Severija Inciraauskaite-Kriauneviciene. Instead of being encased in wooden samplers its stretched over unusual objects, most bizarrely over what looks like a van or car door.

Banksy has a huge piece in the hall which I’ll feature in a later post but almost unoticed near ground level and to the left of it is his tribute to P183. Its location is interesting as it’s right next to one of the signature pieces of the entire show.

Outside again there are yet many more highlights to see. The Cruel bus has an exhibition showing how design is used to maintain power and control over us all whilst a large tent contains a mass of both beautifully painted and hurriedly scrawled protest banners and signs. Of particular note are the ones by Ed Hall who has a long history of providing trade union groups and others with memorable protest art.

There’s a wide variety of untypical fairground attractions with loaded outcomes – I tried my hand at both the duck pool and Insect and Bast’s bling stand both to no avail. but it was still a lot of fun. Elsewhere there are rotating caravans, rickety big wheels and a children’s sand pit with a sandcastle so large that Dad’s on the nearby Weston beach will struggle to impress their kids in comparison.

For me the most haunting exhibit from the exhibition was the  boating lake. Looking like it’s set in front of the white cliffs of Dover you put your pound in the slot and take control of either a boat full of “migrants” as the Daily Mail like to call them or a patrol boat. In the water bodies float by conveying the deadly serious plight of those still breathing on board the boats.

 On the wall of the lido buildings down the left hand side is this ingenious painting of a woman taking a shower while a boy peeps in. Is the other boy on look out duty or is he still more interested in his childhood toys? Either way he is not joining in on the others curiosity.

Of course everyone wants to go into the Castle and here Banksy has a surprise in store. If you are asked to have your photo taken do as instructed and look to the right. Maybe even crouch a little and pretend to take a photo while doing so – you’ll understand why when you exit this scene of a princess in a coach crash being photographed by paparazzi – an obvious reference to the death of Princess Diana.

Despite the length of this post there is still much more to see, here’s some general views to wrap up with with a couple of other highlights.

Banksy’s take on the Little Mermaid

The nightly burning of Jeffrey Archer’s novels

The view from the bar looking towards Weston’s other attractions

Dismaland at night

And of course at the end of every day in the Magic Kingdom there are fireworks – in Dismaland these made appearance at the end of the opening night.

So much more to see, it’s far from a dismal experience. Watch the Dismaland trailer. Book tickets to Dismaland and find out more information on the official Dismaland website.

Dismaland Bemusement Park

DISMALAND BEMUSEMENT PARK – opens this weekend featuring work by Banksy and a whole raft of other artists:

Visit the official site here for all the latest details: – further information below.


This weekend sees the opening of the Dismaland Bemusement Park at the derelict Tropicana Lido site in Weston Super Mare, England. Closed since 2000 the North Somerset venue has been the subject of constant wrangling and plans over its future but it looks like, courtesy of Banksy’s latest project, it’s about to get a whole new lease of life – well for five weeks until the 27th September at least anyway.


Inspiring image from

Promising a “festival of art, amusements and entry level anarchism” it costs just 3 quid to get in and is easily accessible by public transport from its location on the sea front. Tickets are available from the Dismaland site from Friday 21st August so get in early if you’re planning on going.

The international roster of nearly 50 artists is nothing short of amazing and includes Banksy, Damien Hirst, Block 9, Escif, Jimmy Cauty, Peter Kennard and Cat Phillips, Paul Insect and BAST to name but a few. Also appearing over the five weeks are live events on Friday nights. You can rest assured I’ll be trying to get tickets for both Sleaford Mods (18th Sept) and Pussy Riot (25th Sept). In fact maybe I should have kept that bit quiet in hindsight….

Good luck getting the tickets you want.

Site illustration:


For full details including opening, ticket purchasing and site map go here: Dismaland


Full list of artists at time of writing:

Amir Schiby (Israel) / Axel Void (USA) / Banksy (UK) / Barry Reigate (UK) / Ben Long (Sweden) / Bill Barminski (USA) / Block 9 (UK) / Brock Davis (USA) / Caitlin Cherry (USA) / Caroline McCarthy (UK) / Damien Hirst (UK) / David Shrigley (UK) / Dorcas Casey (UK) / Dietrich Wegner (USA) / Ed Hall (UK) Escif (Spain) / Espo (USA) / Fares Cachoux (Syria) / Greg Haberny (USA) / James Joyce (UK) / Jani Leinonen (Finland) / Jeff Gillette (USA) / Jenny Holzer (USA) / Jessica Harrison (UK) / Jimmy Cauty (UK) / Josh Keyes (USA) / Julie Burchill (UK) / Kate MacDowell (USA) / Laura Lancaster (UK) / Leigh Mulley (UK) / Lush (Australia) / Mana Neyestani (Iran) / Maskull Laserre (Canada) / Michael Beitz (USA) / Mike Ross (USA) / Nettie Wakefield (UK) / Paco Pomet (Spain) / Paul Insect & BAST (UK/USA) / Peter Kennard & Cat Phillips (UK) / Polly Morgan (UK) / Ronit Baranga (Israel) / Scott Hove (USA) / Severija In?irauskait?-Kriaunevi?ien? (Lithuania) / Shadi Al Zaqzouq (Libya) / Suliman Mansour (Palestine) / Tinsel Edwards (UK)

GBH / DOOM / COITUS / SPLIT VEINS at Boston Arms, Tufnell Park

GBH / DOOM / COITUS / SPLIT VEINS Friday 17th July 2015 at the Boston Arms, Tufnell Park, North London

A long, long time ago I put on a gig with Doom at the William Morris Club in Wimbledon and used to regularly correspond with guitarist Bri. Way back in ’88 the line up for that night also included Deviated Instinct and Bolt Thrower. I saw Doom a few times after but I haven’t seen them at all in at least the last decade. The same can’t be said for GBH, I’ve caught them live a couple of times in the past year alone and both gigs have left me impressed. Having both on the same bill is a real coup for organisers South London Scum and Crash n’ Burn – great and welcome work. Add in the pretty legendary Coitus and the relatively new sounds of Split Veins and you’ve got the makings of a pretty special night. So good in fact it had sold out in advance with no tickets left for those that left it to the last moment.

Split Veins are first up and its immediately apparent that they are not are your run of the mill thrashers. They have a spaced out echoey vocal style and alternate between breakneck speed and good solid danceable rhythms. Kicking up a a real cacophony at times they remind me a little in their out of this world style of Rudimentary Peni but with longer songs. Not too close a comparison – good to see something so original.

Split Veins

Split Veins

Split Veins

Coitus were active in punks forgotten years in the 90’s. One of my favourite bits of footage from that time is them playing ‘Submission/Domination‘ in the Stokey Punx film. Great to finally see them play this tonight but so early on in the set! The three piece have a great heavy filthy punk rock sound that built up the crowd down the front – helped by a cover of Discharge’s The Blood Runs Red and and a singalong celebrating the death of Thatcher (the former PM rather than the cider brand as they were keen to point out)!





A look at the crowd in the now packed room gave the game away that there were a hell of a lot here to see D-beat influenced crust punks Doom. They took to the stage and immediately hit their stride, a high octane steam roller of a set leaving all in its confrontational wake. After seeing Voivod’s frontman Snake wearing a Doom shirt at their recent London gig it was  nice to see a reverse compliment being payed tonight, coincidence or not. Down the front people were dancing, slamming and surfing as if this was something they’d waited for for years – and in many cases they have as Doom gigs in London are few and far between. As a salutary backdrop to the whole event the recent loss of life at a Doom concert in Santiago, Chile featured – it was great to see that this gig raised well over half a grand for the victims friends and families. Loads of classic Doom songs from ‘War Crimes’ through to ‘Corrupt Fucking System’ were cranked out at full with Exploitation being a personal favourite, the crowd loving every single second. Too many to mention here but from opener Fear Of The Future to set closer Means To An End there was no let up in their relentless onslaught. Definitely one of the best live bands out there right now which brings us on to tonights headliners….







I half expected the make up of the hall change a bit for GBH but fuck was I wrong. I should give people a bit more credit. There’s a lineage here between the bands that is both musical and geographical that everyone seemed to get – and besides which GBH are a damn fine live act with a slew of great songs to their name. From their sublime mini LP ‘Leather, Bristles, Studs and Acne’ (surely one of the best debuts of all time – so good in fact they play every song off it again tonight) to more recent offerings including Kids Get Down off Perfume And Piss they had the place proper jumping. Those 80’s singles ‘Sick Boy’, ‘Give Me Fire’ always stand out but personal live favourites ‘Drugs Party in 526′ and ‘Generals’ always do it for me. I can’t believe it’s got to be thirty years since I saw them at the Greyhound with the English Dogs. Set closer Maniac sounding even better tonight than it did even back then. Phenomenal gig, one that you expect people to be talking about for a good while to come.








D.O.A. / GRAND COLLAPSE / TROPICAL NIGHTMARE Saturday 4th July 2015 at T Chances, Tottenham, London

With D.O.A. not due on stage until 11.15pm this was always going to be a late one (we don’t all live in North London and getting home can be a real pain) so I arrived after the first couple of bands but in time for Tropical Nightmare who were new to me. Soundcheck out of the way they moved quickly into a thrashy set with a mixture of English and Portuguese (I think) lyrics. I was probably too far back to appreciate them at the start but moving closer they started to work especially on the later tracks where they really hit their stride with plenty of inventive guitar work. Check out O Prazer De Ser Asceta on the bands band camp.

Tropical Nightmare

Grand Collapse‘s ‘Far From The Callous Crowd’ was pretty much the standout debut album of last year. Kicking off with False Dawn it sets out its stall with sub metallic punk riffing, fast drums, driving bass and impassioned lyrics and this is exactly how they started tonight, full throttle from the off. Grand Collapse already have a lot of gigs under their belt and it shows, great musicianship in playing with speed but never just for the sake of it and always retaining control they are a firm live favourite already with many. Singer Calvin jumped down off the stage at times to sing in among the crowd and it felt genuine, that they’re the same as the rest of us rather than a forced “aren’t we mad” gesture. Great band to get things properly moving and good enough to headline on their own.

Grand Collapse

Grand Collapse

Grand Collapse

Grand Collapse

I remember well hearing D.O.A. back in the day on Alternative Tentacles. My brother had the Positively D.O.A. EP, a record that seemed so different from the soap and studs sound and look so prevalent back in the UK at that time. I’ve been a fan ever since seeing on them on lots of occasions, most notably with Conflict at Uxbridge in the mid eighties. Never seen a bad gig by them in all that time.

D.O.A. had only recently played the Pipeline in London, couple this with a late time on stage and add on the fact that this was a hastily organised gig it was more surprising how many people turned up rather than how few. Yes, T Chances was far from full but anyone who had made the effort got to see just how good D.O.A. still are. Their set tonight relied heavily on their early work including many of their classics from Hardcore 81. ‘I Hate You’, ‘World War Three’, ‘The Enemy’ were all there along with more recent songs such as ‘Police Brutality’ and a brand new tune ‘Punk Rock Hero’. No ‘General Strike’ this time around but ‘America’ and ‘War’ made up in part for its absence. There was a great synchronicity on display between original singer Joey ‘Shithead’ Keithley and the rest of the band with high kicks and jumps timed to perfection. A four song encore closed off the night with a raucous Fucked Up Ronnie which was changed to Fucked Up David for a well deserved dig at the British PM and a spot on cover of Stiff Little Fingers ‘Alternative Ulster’. For those who made the effort this was a great night to see one of the most legendary hardcore bands out there. D.O.A. were supposed to have hung their guitar straps over a year ago when they played their very last London show. I, for one, forgive them this and am glad to see them back.

Joey Keithley, DOA




Finally I have my own copy – Positively D.O.A. and signed by the man himself. Cheers Joey!

Shoreditch Street Art Tours


A few images from a recent jaunt with the ever knowledgeable Shoreditch Street Art Tours. It really doesn’t matter how much or how little you know about Street Art you’re going to learn a heck of a lot from Dave, hands down the best guide out there.

Faces from French artist Gregos

Amazing spray painted work by Fanakapan

Otto Schade in Fournier Street

Text work by Wrdsmth

Dzia in Hanbury Street

Even the rubbish appears colour coordinated with this Mr Cenz piece!

Nice textures on the leather jacket, artist unknown

Pigs might fly with an Egyptian twist (by Lovepiepenbrinck)

Lovely piece by pixelpancho and evoca1 piece in Hanbury Street

And a tiny piece elsewhere by 616

More from Wrdsmth

A beautiful little piece of Jonesy sculpture quietly minding its own business on top of a post. Read more about Jonesy here.

One lucky tour participant picking up a piece of free art from Mr Fahrenheit on the Shoreditch Street Art Tour.

KILLING JOKE / ASYLUMS at the Zombie Hut, Corby

KILLING JOKE / ASYLUMS Thursday 18th June 2015 at the Zombie Hut, Corby

I maybe spend too much time on Facebook at times but it has its advantages. I got to hear about Killing Joke’s intention to play a low key one off warm up gig at Corby’s Zombie Hut venue in time to snag a single ticket before they were quickly all gone. A 200 mile round trip on a week night might be a stretch but you know what, sod it.

The Zombie Hut has a capacity far below where I’m used to seeing Killing Joke and everyone outside is feeling pretty chuffed to be here tonight. There is something of an air of excitement coupled with a feeling of pinch yourself, this is really happening. I doubt anybody is here to see support band Asylums and at what I’d guess is half the age of most of the crowd and a more rocky sound it’s a tough ask for them to win an audience over. So they do the only sensible thing they can, get straight down to business and give it some. By the time they pause to thank the crowd for putting up with them and apologise for their stupid hair (their words not mine) they’re doing alright and receive a decent reception throughout – even venturing offstage at one point to play out in the crowd.


Killing Joke’s roadie warns me that I’m about to be deafened – sound advice as it turns out. Standing down the front I watch the band file out and take their positions before launching into opener ‘The Wait’. They’re kicking up a truly ferocious storm already and a glance at the set list reveals a long list of crowd pleasing favourites – next up are the anthemic Love Like Blood, the robotic Wardance, the mellower Complications and the sparseness of Requiem. Singer Jaz Coleman is orchestrating it all, staring intently at the crowd exhorting them to join in whilst guitarist Geordie and bassist Youth play it cool content to provide the backbone of that unique driving sound only coming to fore on the intro to Money Is Not Our God and Pssyche. An extensive set passes by in flash, the smiles on everybody’s faces say that they know they’re in the midst of something special. And all this is happening in part of a former rugby club hall in Corby. It’s a real kick back to the small gigs the band once played in the eighties and as they leave us with Change and Bloodsport I doff my cap to the band and the Zombie Hut. That was one amazing gig that will live long in the memory. Now the drive home….

Jaz Coleman, Killing Joke

The Zombie Hut, a great venue in Corby

BLATOIDEA / DSA at the Dev, Camden

BLATOIDEA / DSA Saturday 12th June at the Dev, Camden

Got to the Dev nice and early only to find out one of the support bands had pulled out so a long, long wait until DSA (Don’t Stand For Anything) took to the stage. Hailing from Reading they play fast hardcore with a real mixed bag of lyrics. That said they don’t fit neatly into the same category as tonights UK82 inspired headliners Blatoidea as they have a definite American kick to their brand of fast and furious punk rock. They’ve been around over a decade now and it showed as they play with ease and a confidence that built up fully through their set. Time again to track down some recordings….  .

DSA from Reading

At one time I couldn’t go to a gig without seeing Blatoidea but that’s eased off of late. Not that it was ever a problem as I love their full on take on hardcore punk. Tonight is meant to be the launch of their new ‘Pesticide’ album but a delay at the pressing plant means that there are no copies on sale tonight. A real shame as when they take to the stage the place is pretty rammed. Dancing had started during their sound check – a sure sign that things were going to kick off as soon as they started. And so they did. Playing much of the their first album ‘Infected’ interspersed with a handful from the new album they had the place jumping, slamming, kicking and crowd surfing. Like I said earlier I’ve seen them a fair few times now but this was by far the best. A lengthy set and a kick ass couple of set closers and they were gone. On this performance that new album is going to be great.

Ma Nu from Blatoidea

Carlo from Blatoidea

Basically mayhem (that’s a description of what was going on rather than the name of a band)!

Street Messages by Nicholas Ganz – Book Review

STREET MESSAGES by NICHOLAS GANZ book review (Dokument Press, 144 pages, ISBN 978-91-85639-73-1)


Street art and graffiti books need an angle to stand out amongst a sea of similar titles and Nicholas Ganz’s latest does that by primarily focussing on sometimes its simplest art form – the message. After an introduction that walks through the history of writing on walls Ganz moves on to documenting the last few years which have seen a resurgence in the use of text whether it be simple writing or elaborate typefaces. He splits these into three sections – street messages, political slogans and street poems with an alphabetical run through of artists operating in each category.  From the hastily written slogans of Marc Bijl written on piles of building materials to the frankly colossal and colourful wall writing of Ben Eine and Above this seemingly small subject actually covers a massive breadth of styles and techniques. In a world full of signs and advertising the way to get noticed is to do something unexpected. That’s getting harder all the time as when artists find a new method that works its very quickly co-opted and re-marketed by creative agencies. Some work by copying existing advertising such as the Brighter Day Project who put up upbeat positive messages for the passer by that are not actually linked to a product. Others draw attention from their obvious illegality. It’s refreshing to see political slogans receive their own chapter and that the author has enough principles about him to not give the likes of racists and fascists the time of day in amongst these. My only gripe here is that despite nearly 150 pages of content many artists only have one picture to show the breadth of what they do. That’s not the authors fault – its simply down to the sheer number working in this field. This book never claims to feature them all, it sets out to showcase the best of what’s out there and having read it, it will have you searching online for further work and paying more attention to the walls around you.


Dolk: “The Coast Is Clear”

Buy Street Messages by Nicholas Ganz from Amazon here.

GALLOWS / BABY GODZILLA at the Garage, London

GALLOWS and BABY GODZILLA, Tuesday 26th May at The Garage, London

Uh, so what just happened there? That’s just about everyones reaction as Baby Godzilla exit the stage. Even those who have seen them before are sometimes still a little puzzled. Lets rewind.

Baby Godzilla walk on the stage as your standard four piece band but that’s the last time they are easy to count. Right from the off their two guitarists literally launch themselves into the crowd and play most of the set from the floor. I say most of the set because at other times they are climbing lighting rig ladders, crawling on ledges and straddling the space between the stage and the pit barriers. Chaos, pure chaos. Music wise they’re a bit of a cacophony live but there are plenty of hooks, shout along choruses and catchiness in there too. It’s just so difficult to concentrate on that when the singer just turns up right in front of you, plonks an amp on the ground, throws his mic to the crowd and then hops on to the amp to thrash the hell out of his guitar. Baby Godzilla get 10/10 for sheer entertainment. I’ll report back on the music later but the 7″‘s sound great! In the meantime do yourself a favour and catch them live.

Baby Godzilla

Baby Godzilla

Baby Godzilla

Baby Godzilla

Baby Godzilla, on the way up after this performance

Baby Godzilla – theres two of them in there somewhere

Gallows need less of an introduction. Watford’s finest now have a Canadian vocalist in the form of Wade Macneil. Previous singer Frank Carter’s shoes were a big ask to fill but Macneil is his own man with his own style and the band have negotiated the transition over the past few years with apparent ease. The set list tonight contains standout tracks from both eras over the last decade or so. ‘Misery’, ‘In The Belly Of A Shark’ and ‘Orchestra Of Wolves’ still sound superb and committed whilst more recent offerings such as ‘Chains’ (where the band are joined on stage by Helena of Dios Mio) slow things down but pack the same punch in a less direct way. There’s still plenty of straight up kick ass tracks too – ‘Everybody Loves You (When You’re Dead)’ and ‘Cross Of Lorraine’ really crank up the venom whilst the build of ‘Outsider Art’ sees the place explode in a frenzy of limbs and sweat. There’s pit action too with the now formula but enjoyable “open it up” command followed by a collision of bodies with Wade at the centre of the maelstrom. “Gallows don’t do encores” they inform us at the end but the band know they can’t just leave it there. “You’ve got 45 seconds, last chance to dance” and they leave us battered and bruised with ‘True Colours’. “That may be my favourite @gallowsofficial show ever” Wade later said on Twitter. It’s hard to argue with that.

Wade from Gallows making a point to the lyric “bullet in the head”

Gallows, a full throated and committed performance


Helena from Dios Mio joins Gallows on the stage


SLEAFORD MODS / CHAOS UK – Exchange, Bristol

SLEAFORD MODS / CHAOS UK Thursday 21st May 2015 at The Exchange Bristol

Some gigs just stick out a bit in the calendar. An ‘away’ trip to Bristol to see Chaos UK on their home ground meant that this one was always going to be a cut above your standard fare. Add in band of the moment Sleaford Mods who I’ve never seen before tonight and I’m all set for a top night out in the West Country.

I missed opening act Putrifier but I certainly felt their presence. Their colossal discordant electronic sounds shook the very timbers of the Exchange in Bristol. But ultimately this solo project is not really my cup of cider and so I headed into the hall as Chaos UK were setting up. Guitarist Gabba is here, along with the bassist and drummer that he also plays with in FUK – but there’s no sign of vocalist Mower. Gabba puts an appeal over the PA, something along the lines of “get out of the bog and get down here” and after a short delay Mower duly makes his way through the crowd and on to the stage. What follows is just what I wanted – 40 or so minutes of fast and furious relentless noise. I don’t think the drummer ever stopped, incredible stuff. So many classics from what is now a lengthy career. Kicking off with ‘Lawless Britain’ from 1984’s Short Sharp Shock LP they rage through choice cuts full of shout along choruses. Unlike the band the crowd take a little while getting going but by the time the unholy trinity of ‘Victimised’, ‘Kill Your Baby’ and ‘No Security’ close out the set arms are flailing everywhere down the front. They exit the stage with a customary “Fuck Off” leaving the half of the crowd that came to see them very satisfied and the rest maybe a little bit shellshocked.

Chaos UK

Gabba, Chaos UK

Andrew Fearn from Sleaford Mods (the master behind all their trademark beats and loops) sets up shop at the front of the stage in a casual manner. Small table – tick, extension lead – tick and a laptop with a line into the PA. He then presses play for about two seconds, hears that his beats are coming through the speakers and soundcheck completed he’s ready to go. Except that once again there’s no sign of the singer. Jason Williamson eventually turns up – a bit late surely as there’s an 11pm curfew but the band immediately hit their stride and the diverse crowd are up for this right from the start. Jason is angry, or should that read “fucking angry”. It’s hard to fake this kind of outrage. His observations on life are based firmly in the reality of mundane working class life and struggles, the little things people have to do to get by, the different rules and codes that they are forced to live their lives through and the regulations and processes that they come up against on a daily basis. It’s a bleak world that matches their existence. Sleaford Mods don’t sugar coat it at all and attack those responsible with venom, targeting management on songs like Fizzy – “sack the fucking manager, SACK THE FUCKING MANAGER” Jason screams. The rock establishment come in for special treatment on ‘Six Horsemen’, they’re routinely castigated for forgetting all about where they came from or ridiculed for discovering drugs and going up their own arses whilst trying to ‘find themselves’. “They’re so outrageous, oooh, they’ve been doing drugs for ages” Williamson mercilessly mocks. The bands moniker may seem a bit confusing, there’s very little in the way of Mod here tonight but the crowd are familiar with the songs and there’s even jostling and dancing down in the pit at the front. Sleaford Mods are punk in attitude and everything that a forward thinking band that have given up on rock’s cliches as a communication method should be. The sparse, live sounding drums and loops, the minimal stage theatrics (the encore sees them simply duck their heads under a curtain for 30 seconds before reappearing) and their obvious real passion and anger connect with the audience in a way that you’ll rarely see. Maybe it’ll all fizzle out in years to come with excessive demands for riders and dressing rooms but somehow I doubt it. This isn’t stadium cock rock, it’s raw, real and gritty and much more than little ditties.

Watch Fizzy and Six Horsemen from the gig.

Sleaford Mods

Sleaford Mods at the Exchange, Bristol

Jason Williamson, Sleaford Mods

Sleaford Mods – the complete stage set up. Left to right – Andrew, beer, laptop, Jason, microphone,water


VOIVOD / KROKODIL – Camden Underworld

VOIVOD / KROKODIL Wednesday 20th May at the Underworld, Camden, London

Second on the bill Krokodil are referred to as a “British Metal supergroup” on their Wikipedia page. Featuring members that have trodden the boards with a bunch of bands including Gallows, Bloodhound Gang, A, and Slipknot they know their craft well and kick off in fine style. Growled vocals, plenty of heavy, crunching riffing and speed licks they play a fine set and yet somehow fail to produce much that is more memorable than their work in other bands. Everything sounds great, its just not that immediate or essential on a first listen. Despite this I think they’re worth more than this appearance and resolve to check them out online after the show. You should too.



Walking on stage it’s obvious Canadian metallers Voivod feel at home in the UK. Three quarters of the band are wearing British band t-shirts featuring Doom, Broken Bones and the more obscure Cardiacs. Only the more recently added bassist Rocky sports clothing not in line with the others apparent homage. The venue is packed out now for the quartets only UK show on their current tour. The crowd here are a mixture of punk and metal and also those that have maybe moved on from seeing most bands but still have a soft spot for one metals most progressive pioneers.

Key themes tonight are a sense of fun, quality songs, dissonant chords and paying tribute to their influential guitarist Piggy a full ten years on after his untimely death. It’s maybe the fun that surprises me the most, the band are clearly enjoying themselves and its infectious. Singer Denis “Snake” Bélanger and guitarist Daniel “Chewy” Mongrain are positively beaming as they work through a set of their crowd pleasing favourites including Chaosmonger and The Prow. It’s the encore that really does it for me though, the early thrashy singalong Voivod followed by a truly stunning cover of Pink Floyd’s Astronomy Domine complete with a touching tribute to Piggy. Voivod don’t play in the UK that often. I’d put good money on at least 90% of this very satisfied crowd being in attendance again the next time they do.




POISON IDEA / THE RESTARTS / DEFCON ZERO Thursday 6th May at the Borderline, London

I first saw Poison Idea back in the early nineties playing with the Hard Ons at ULU. What I remember was a short set that blew away everything in its path. Guitarist Pig Champion was in the band back then but has since been lost. He was pivotal to the band so hearing about this tour I had a couple of concerns. Were PI now going to be some kind of karaoke and would they actually turn up (they’ve got previous in not doing this)!

Defcon Zero have that weird slot on the bill on a night like this. No doubt amped to being playing with such hardcore legends but with a stage time of 7.10pm the reality is that there are bugger all people here to see them as they kick off. They play fast abrasive punk rock full of rage and swearing (they’re the only words I can make out) and by the time they finish the Borderline is filling up and they finally get a decent reception. Hang on a mo, is that Jerry A in the crowd watching? It sure is. I breathe a sigh of relief knowing that PI are in the house.

Defcon Zero at the Borderline

The Restarts have the middle slot and get straight down to business. With an alternating two pronged vocal attack they’re a mixture of fury and an occasional skank. I’ve seen them play only recently and tonight sees a familiar set with the best tracks from their Sickness Of The Mind LP and older standards aired. ‘Mia’ is the standout for me, with its heartfelt personal lyrics about Mia Zapata, the vocalist from the Gits who was brutally raped and murdered after a night out in 1993. Added poignancy comes from the mainly young female crowd dancing down the front. Watch The Restarts play Frustration.

The Restarts at the Borderline

The Borderline is rammed by the time Poison idea hit the stage. Jerry A appears with a ragged handwritten set list clutched in one hand and a cider in the other. The rest of the band are unfamiliar (except for the return of Eric “The Vegetable” Olson) but oddly look the part. Part metal, part punk and all different sizes Poison Idea don’t really have a ‘look’, don’t actually do a huge amount on stage except one thing – play the most blistering, ferocious punk rock you’re likely to hear. All punctuated by Jerry A’s trademark growling bark. It’s a perfect punk rock voice that cuts through a wall of noise. He’s the main man tonight, directing the set from his list clutched in his hand which only seems to provide a rough guide. He virtually apologises for playing new songs but they go down a storm (the new album is great anyway) but its several of the classics that really get the crowd fired up. ‘Discontent‘ is dedicated to Nigel Farage with its refrain of ‘Listen Nazi, Never Again’ and results in the wildest thrashing of the night – beer flying everywhere and members of the crowd being passed around above head height. “Punish Me’ is another stand out as the band pummel through song after song. There is no walk off walk back on encore routine either. Jerry A checks with the sound man how long they’ve got instead and fills up the time accordingly choosing more songs off that ragged piece of paper. He even takes time out to gross out the crowd a bit by tipping his cider into an old boot someone had brought along and necks it there and then. “Tastes like a size 6″! They end with a raging cover of ‘Motorhead’ which has the crowd slamming into each other before leaving the stage in a wall of feedback. They’ll be back in London in August at the Pipeline – time to get a ticket?

Poison Idea at the Borderline (phone pic – left the good camera at home tonight)

Jerry A drinking cider out of an old boot. Class.

Charge 69 – Much More Than Music (Volume 1) Review

CHARGE 69 – MUCH MORE THAN MUSIC Volume 1 (Time and Matter T&M 020 CD and LP)

Hailing from Metz French punk band Charge 69 have been around since 1993 and have stuck to their guns since their inception. Over twenty years later they are releasing this ambitious project, a two volume album of re-recordings of their own songs but with a twist. They’ve rounded up a bunch of their favourite singers, the ones who have influenced  them the most over the years, to sing their best material but this time in English. Quite how they have done it when you look at the list is a little bit beyond me but I guess you can put it down to whats great about punk – a solidarity and a friendship between many bands that rarely exists elsewhere.

To make this all work the basics need to be spot on and so they are. A crystal clear, punchy and full production means that the guitar, bass and drums provide a solid backbone to the whole album. These are great tunes even without the vocals. You can study the back of the sleeve to see who sung what but really anyone familiar with punk won’t have too much trouble working out who’s on which track as the voices are so recognisable.

Colin from GBH perfectly handles the thrash out that is ‘The 80’s’ while TV Smith slots in neatly to the mid tempo ‘Phoney Paradise’. Greg from the Outcasts features on the reggae beats of ‘Johnny Good Boy’ and Mickey Fitz from the Business is instantly recognisable from the very first notes of ‘Time To Communicate’ giving it a real classic Oi feeling. Charlie Harper does a magnificent job on Birth Of A Century taking the song up through the gears with ease. This is a quality album throughout and with the prospect of Volume 2 to come later in the year it’s going to be an essential duo for many fans of both Charge 69 and their  borrowed vocalists.

Buy Charge 69 Much More Than Music from Time and Matter here.

Full line up: TV Smith (The Adverts), Matt Dangerfield (The Boys), Beki Bondage (Vice Squad), Colin (GBH), Greg (The Outcasts), Campino (Die Toten Hosen), Charlie Harper (UK Subs), Micky Fitz (The Business), Roger Miret (Agnostic Front), Arturo Bassick (The Lurkers).

Released May 2015,



THE DISINCLINED, The Cricketers, Kingston

THE DISINCLINED Friday 1st May at The Cricketers, Kingston

Arrived just in time to catch just the last band tonight, the Disinclined. I don’t recognise any of them save for Shea from Refuse/All (ex NMBD) who is on guitar duties and Matt (also ex NMBD) on bass. I only have a slightest idea of what to expect. So it’s pretty surprising that when they play their set their songs already seem a little familiar. Lets be clear – they are nothing like Refuse/All and nothing like 99% of other bands that begin with ‘Dis…’ either. Set opener ‘For The Good Of Us All’ is so catchy that you think you must have heard it before somewhere. Bass lines reminiscent of the Pixies drive things along nicely while guitars chop in and out before the chorus makes everything hang together perfectly. Mellow with a bite. Their entire set carries on in a similar vein, they remind me of some of the quirkiness of David Devant And His Spirit Wife. There are a couple of exceptions though, most notably ‘The Key And The Catch’ which sees the band at times go fairly near acoustic territory before ‘Sometimes’ and ‘Fantasy’ with its Wah Wah guitar frenzy bring things to a halt. The crowd want more but there isn’t any right now. They’re going to have to get back to work on satisfying that demand….

The Disinclined

The Disinclined

The Disinclined


THERAPY? / THIRTY SIX STRATEGIES, Tuesday 14th April 2015 at Sub89, Reading

It’s ten months since I last saw Thirty Six Strategies but that pails into insignificance compared to when I last saw Therapy? – that’s more like decades. Oddly its Thirty Six Strategies who have changed the most since the last time. Original drummer Mobs has been replaced behind the kit, original singer Kirsty’s spot is now taken by Marie Vockins and both of the guitarists have moved on too leaving just original bassist Ian Glasper. Except for tonight – original guitarist Neil Cox is back for just one show on a tour which seems them as the opening act for Northern Ireland’s alternative metal / punk / masters.

Something of a confession now. I’m busy taking pictures of Thirty Six Strategies tonight, so much so that I don’t really get to appreciate the band fully. Of course I have an ear out too and am pleased to catch a good number of the songs from their debut singles and album getting an airing tonight. They sound like a cohesive unit, DC influenced riffs, intelligent lyrics and well crafted catchy songs are the order of the day. New singer Marie has a strong voice and the band put on quite a show with everyone having their turn at the front of the stage. The assembling crowd seem to really appreciate their style  and based on tonight’s performance I’d say they’d won over some new fans. Therapy? certainly seemed to love them, mentioning them in their thanks during the last song of the evening. Maybe next time I’ll leave the camera at home for a change. In the meantime I suggest you check them out for yourself. Their debut album ‘Strategy Three’ is a great introduction and with another 33 stratagems to go they should be around for a while yet.

Thirty Six Strategies

Marie Vockins from Thirty Six Strategies

Ian Glasper airborne, Thirty Six Strategies

Therapy? kick off in fine style with a classic that gets the crowd going from the off. Singer guitarist Andy Cairns is in great form and bassist Michael McKeegan is smiling like he’s having the time of his life. They keep the tempo up throughout their set only pausing at times for Andy to tell an anecdote. Like the time he was asked to help a friend choose the right university for his child with the choice being between Reading and Brighton. Brighton was chosen despite him referring to Reading as Reading On Sea and extolling the quality of its literary archive! Standout songs for me included a suitably manic version of ‘Knives’ which led to man in front of me to aggressively tap his own head when Cairns sings “Bad trip tattooed on my brain” plus a pretty head spinning version of Teethgrinder full of complicated rhythms and a relentless guitar. More accessible is Potato Junkie with its crowd friendly singalong line of “James Joyce Is Fucking My Sister”. ‘Trigger Inside’ gets such a rapturous reception from the crowd I start to wonder (more like worry) how many of the crowd identify with the lyrics. A quick break at the end of the set followed by a three song encore including a blistering set closer of ‘Going Nowhere’ and everything finishes perfectly on time, everybody seems very happy with the set list. Big smiles everywhere on the way out.Therapy? nailed it.

Andy Cairns, Therapy?

Therapy? at Reading Sub89

Not Just Bits Of Paper

NOT JUST BITS OF PAPER – Gregory Bull and Mickey Penguin (ISBN 978-1505703382 available from Situation Press / Amazon 

I used to have a great big box of paper. Full of music magazine cuttings, letter exchanges with bands, fanzines, flyers – it was all in there. But then one day during a house move it made its way to the tip. I miss it all to this day. Some others were not so careless as me. They kept all these bits of paper, knowing that they are things that unlock memories, that they changed minds that are still changed from the mainstream view even today. They provide the backbone of this new book in which Greg Bull and Mickey ‘Penguin’ collate these fragments and coupled with testimonies from the time create a view into the personal stories behind punk. What I love about punk is the way that you can be part of it all and this book perfectly demonstrates this. Put together by those who had these connections there are stories, pictures and thoughts that to others could seem trivial but to those involved were often life changing. The stories in here explain why. Pilgrimages to record labels such as All The Madmen, seeing a band like Antisect as your first gig, hand crafted flyers –  this book is full of fascinating personal insights that have previously gone unreported and were in danger of being lost. They provide little triggers in the mind about your own experiences – I even found an advert for a gig for my old band that I’d never seen before!. Eighties punk was always about much more than the bands themselves (all of which have been well documented elsewhere). In keeping with the times it’s a bargain too, “Pay No More Than Twelve Pounds” for over 220 pages. You can get it directly from Amazon and if it sells enough the authors promise more of the same.


Cool, a bunch of bands I haven’t seen before and one I love already. All for free on a Sunday night. What’s not to like? I arrived just too late to see much of Slutdrop. They were running through their last two songs as I entered the venue but seemed decent. Plenty about them as they kicked up a two guitar attack before heading off stage having earnt a decent reaction. So first up for me was Underclass UK. Right from the off they had a powerful no nonsense sound, something of a cross between Oi and hardcore with a bit of menace thrown in for good measure. Dirty, rough punk rock that doesn’t takes its boots off. Except for half way through when unexpectedly a man walks on stage and creates a fair degree of tension with a very direct spoken intro into ‘Somebody’. It works a treat and lets not spoil the effect here in case you catch it live yourself. Two bands in and its already shaping up to be a great evening.

Underclass UK

This guy introduced ‘Somebody’ for Underclass UK

One band definitely on my bucket list to catch this year is Healthy Junkies. They’ve had a slew of great singles, especially the ridiculously catchy ‘Resistance’ but I’ve failed to catch them live at any point in the last year. They play all the time as well which makes it all the more remarkable that singer Nina Coulson also fronts tonight’s third band Altercation. They deliver a confident performance, part rock, part experimental, building up, crashing down and delivering expertly through a varied and entertaining set. I need to track down a recording so I’ll be more familiar with their material next time.



Nearly time for headliners Maid Of Ace but just prior to that are The Ligaments. A three piece, they amble onto the stage with a double bass, a drummer and a guitarist. So far, so rockabilly. And then they play. Wow, just wow. Their drummer thrashes and crashes around the kit, her arms a blur as she really hammers out the beats driving the band forward. Not that they need encouraging at all as the guy on double bass is really giving it some. It doesn’t sound typical of that instrument at all – they sound proper hardcore, on guitar its blistering riff after blistering riff building up into a finale on ‘Back Room Wall‘. Got to say they blew me away and were well worthy of their slot on the bill. A fact not lost on tonight’s headliners who offered them their congratulations as well.

The Ligaments

Maid of Ace are, however, also well worthy of their headlining slot. They kick up an almighty, filthy punk rock sound right from the opener and crash relentlessly through blocks of four songs at a time with very little let up. Their set has got stronger over the last year – It’s now a formidable all-out assault on the ears full of passion, distortion and commitment. They’re a veritable force of nature. Go see ‘em while they’re like this, they’re nothing short of amazing right now. Right at the end though a disappointment – set closer ‘Rules and Regulations’, a cover of the Fuzzbox song has to be dropped due to a strict curfew. Oh well, I’m going to have go along and see them all over again now, what a shame!

Alson Cara Elliott, Maid Of Ace

Anna Coral Elliott, Maid of Ace

Abby Elliott, Maid Of Ace



On the 20th February 2015 Francisco ‘Paco’ Carreno passed away. He was for many years the main man behind the drums for both Inner Terrestrials and Conflict. The latter band in particular had a profound affect on how I live my life, what I eat, what I think and how I treat others. They did this by coupling challenging lyrics with powerful music that has an intensity that has rarely been matched. An essential part of this was Paco’s drums, the way they thunderously roll in setting the scene on ‘Whichever Way You Want It’ or the breakneck blast through that is ‘Neither Is This’. Phenomenal. Conflict just would not have been the force they were without Paco driving it from the back and his loss hit Colin Jerwood, Conflicts singer, particularly hard. Both Colin and Paco go back a long way and with bonds deeper than just band members so it was no surprise that Colin would set about organising a memorial concert. Finding bands to play was no problem, Paco was a well loved and respected man and the seven chosen to play on Sunday 5th April all had direct connections.

The gig started later than advertised on Sunday afternoon but no one gave a toss. This was a DIY affair, if you want things to run on time and someone to complain to when they don’t then I suggest you go and see some dinosaur rock band in Hyde Park. This gig was the bands doing it for Paco and his family, no fucking pretensions or egos on show just a determination to stage a fitting memorial.

Lost Cherrrees kicked off the night with a strong set of recent material with a smattering of songs from their Mortarhate career. Like some of the other bands on the night I remember them playing often with Conflict back in the day, particularly at the Surbiton Assemby Rooms riot. Of course now there’s only one member left from that time but the connection still runs deep.  They have a harder sound nowadays especially on songs like ‘Who’s Fucking Who” and plenty of venom in their lyrics.

Lost Cherrees

Lost Cherrees

Liberty were up next. Another stalwart from the eighties scene they played more from their earlier years, “Diluted Rebellion” a real favourite and with their dual singers and twin guitar attack they put out a pretty fearsome sound stopping to dedicate their set to “Paco and all of our fallen brothers”. As did Potential Threat, announcing “The Hunt Is On” with a heartfelt “You Bastards”! Time hasn’t dimmed their anger nor any of the other bands on the bill on the night. It was the first time I’d seen them since they reformed and its great to have so many of these bands back playing, especially on a night like this.



Potential Threat

Potential Threat

The Restarts are a band I love, more recent maybe but they’ve actually been going a very long time now. They have some real classics in their set from the relatively early bass driven ‘Frustration’ to the more recent “Independentzia” and “Drone Attack” from their “A Sickness Of The Mind” LP they did a great job of injecting life and urgency into the evening. Everything seemed to get a little bit darker and more hectic from this point onwards. Well except for Hagar the Womb who were up next with their pretty joyous take on punk rock. Sure they get angry too bit there’s real humour, a sense of the co-ordinated chaos about their set. Their songs like “Idolisation” sound better now than they ever did and having a few recent gigs under their belt has improved their consistency in delivering fun and thought provoking songs. This gig needed a bit of Hagar!



Hagar The Womb

Hagar The Womb

Conflict recently played in Wales for the 10 year anniversary concert marking the death of Icons Of Filth singer Stig. So it was poignant that Icons of Filth that were so soon in London to be doing the same thing in honouring Paco. Adding to the emotional charge was the fact that Stig’s son Calvin (now in Grand Collapse) was on vocals for most of the night. He did a great job. He made the point that his father would have loved to have paid his tribute in person and that singing his fathers words was hard. Brave words and very well received. As the Icons excellent set full of early material drew to a close they were joined on vocals by Ben, drummer Aitch’s son, Ed on bass switched to drums and the bassist from Grand Collapse came on, the singer from the Phucks also sang and so did Colin from Conflict on “Enough Is Enough”. The songs from Nostradamnedus sounded superb alongside all the Mortarhate songs. A very impressive set and like all the bands a real reminder of what Paco meant to everyone here and a reminder of others we have lost too.

Icons of Filth

Icons Of Filth

Icons Of Filth

Finally it was Conflict‘s turn to take to the stage. Right now they’re back to their best. Stripped down to a four piece they steamroller through a set full of classics with very little let up. Talking to Colin earlier in the evening this seems like a deliberate plan and it works brilliantly. They’re a real sonic assault full of passion, drive and anger – just as they should be and with very few distractions everything really hits home hard. Drummer Spike has a tough job on his hands taking on the job of replicating Paco’s rhythms but carries everything off superbly and heads to the centre stage to make his own personal tribute during the set. Colin also dedicates the Ungovernable Force to Paco with the words “This is for my boy, I love you Pax” but its set closer ‘Whichever Way You Want It” that really has everyone on stage joining in a fitting tribute to the man himself. An amazing end to a tribute to an amazing man. So many warm words, so much heartfelt emotion. Paco. rest in peace.

Colin Jerwood, Conflict






STIFF LITTLE FINGERS Thursday 26th March 2015 at the Forum, London

I arrived late at the Forum after the support acts had finished but still in time to catch Stiff Little Fingers’s famous warm up tune before they came out blinking into the bright lights and the simple stage set of North London’s Forum venue. They weren’t messing around either, launching directly into a crowd pleasing ‘Nobody’s Heroes’ followed up by another couple of early classics. More recent songs are heralded with the arrival of the menacing ‘Full Steam Backwards’ from the bands recent No Going Back album. It’s a brilliant song about how life can all fall apart when during the financial crisis others flitted in and out of your life, took your money and left you “out on your fucking ear”. That line is delivered with such unexpected venom it takes you aback a little. Also aired from the new album is ‘My Dark Places’, a searingly honest and personal look at singer Jake Burn’s long battle with depression. Setting the scene prior to starting the song he extolled the crowd to talk to people, to get help if they ever found themselves in a similar situation. It was heartening to see a warm reception for his words, maybe it struck a chord with many in the admittedly predominantly early fifty something audience. Also getting a decent reception was ‘Bits oF Kids’. Burns first talked about the ‘Now Then’ album that spawned it as dividing opinion with a mixture of great and not very good songs. He jokingly happily took credit for the good ones but claims he wasn’t there for the others!

Of course there were a great deal of classic SLF songs to run through too, a quite frankly thunderous start to ‘Tin Soldiers’ and a very lively ‘Suspect Device’ gets the crowd jumping up and down at the front while a mellower cover of the Specials “Doesn’t Make It Alright’ gives everyone a breather. Jake’s voice is on fine form, a great deal less raspy than it was on those early singles but now carrying the lyrics effortlessly. ‘Wasted Life’ sounds superb, building up from its opening plea into a raging tirade. Coming back for one last time at the end ‘Alternative Ulster’ sends the crowd home happy on a high and gets me spending the next day spinning all those old essential 7″‘s. So many great songs to choose from, all delivered with that SLF grit that has been there right from the start and that still persists to this day.

Jake Burns – on fine form at the Forum

SLF at the Forum

SLF at the Forum

Stiff Little Fingers at the Forum, London

The Truth Of Revolution, Brother

‘The Truth Of Revolution, Brother’ by Lisa Sofianos, Robin Ryde and Charlie Waterhouse  (Situation Press ISBN 978-0-9930190-0-5)


Billed as “An exploration of punk philosophy” it might be useful to point out what this book covers and what it doesn’t right from the start. If you’re looking for the musings of The Exploited’s Wattie Buchan on Scottish Independence or what Bill Stevenson from the Descendents has to say about the ethics of coffee drinking you’re in the wrong place. This is a predominantly UK centric book with a relatively small international dimension, a bias towards Crass and anarcho punk and a fairly narrow time frame. That said, it is without a shadow of doubt, an excellent read.

Funded by a Kickstarter campaign the authors have travelled extensively to interview the more cerebral ‘names’ in punk, those well known to have something to say. It expands its horizons beyond the usual list of band members to thankfully include others who make the punk ethic of DIY work beyond the process of making music. Consequently we hear the views of Tony Drayton (Kill Your Pet Puppy zine) on squatting and Graham Burnett’s love of permaculture amongst the thoughts of scene luminaries such as Jello Biafra (Dead Kennedys), Steve Ignorant (Crass), Ian McKaye (Minor Threat and Fugazi)  and Dick Lucas (Subhumans). There are insights aplenty from individuals who have had the time to experience and reflect on what punk has enabled them to achieve. It seems that regardless of the music punk has had a profound affect on each contributors life, expanding their horizons. A do it yourself attitude coupled with a desire to test and break through the barriers of normality abound. Forty years on the philosophy of punk is still enabling people to challenge their situations and to work to improve the lives of others. Reading this book will make sense of some things you have learnt along the way, show you some the mistakes that have been made but ultimately inspire you. Previously ordinary people can do extraordinary things once they realise they can. It’s got some very nice pictures too!


UNDERCOVER FESTIVAL – have a look at this line up!

The third Undercover festival which is held over three days in Woking, Surrey between 18th – 20th September 2015 has announced its full line up and a corker it is too. Featuring a mix of punk and post punk, dub, ska and reggae its grown in size and features an impressive array of talent. The Damned, UK Subs, Peter and the Test Tube Babies and Penetration are headlining but each day has some real gems in support. Click here to see the the Undercover Festival listings for 2015 and buy tickets here.


THE STRANGLERS, THE REZILLOS Thursday 5th March 2015 at G Live Guildford

I caught the Stranglers on their Ruby tour at Reading’s Sub89 and I’ve got to say that was a very special gig. An intimate venue, with a crystal clear sound and a set list I could have written myself that was one great night. So no pressure tonight then!

A long time ago Guildford was home territory to the Stranglers. The affluent home county town seems a long way from a punk rock homeland but the cavernous hall of the G-Live venue is already filling up as the Rezillo’s hit the stage. I’ve never seen them before but love their presence right from the start. As expected from their song titles such as “Flying Saucer Attack” they are a little bit zany both in dress sense and musically. I’m surprised at how many I knew – not only their big hit “Top Of The Pops” but “Destination Venus” sounds fresh too with a fuller, more driven sound than on the record. Enjoyable and fun they have more than enough to headline themselves but they just don’t have the fan base right now for a venue as big as this.

The Rezillos don’t take themselves too seriously

The Stranglers come out oozing with confidence. They have a vast back catalogue to plunder from and most of my favourites are the more upbeat numbers. And while they played a few of these for me there were some real omissions here. Maybe its because the crowd at Guildford seem very mellow and the Stranglers have played here before they’ve chosen a more sedate set (there are people here in blazers and navy blue jumpers with shirts on underneath)! There’s no ‘Tank’, no ‘5 Minutes’ and no ‘Norfolk Coast’ but we do get Golden Brown which with a few other numbers sees the welcome return of Jet Black behind the kit. Don’t get me wrong, it was still a great gig but something was missing tonight. The audience only really started moving when ‘Duchess’ was played and only looked threatened by the band when the bass during ‘Lost Control’ reached the level where you could feel your clothes vibrating. I’ll definitely be going to see the Stranglers again but maybe next time I’ll be choosing the venue more carefully. A point summed up neatly by the person next to me in the car park ticket machine queue on the way out. “Last time I saw this lot I bunked the train to get to the venue, tonight I’ve nearly been knocked down by a fan in a Jag”….

 The current Stranglers line up