Posts Tagged ‘punk rock’

Published in Red Mist, 12th August 2011 Jello Biafra and the Guantanamo School Of Medicine live in London As we were watching Jello Biafra advocating “non-violent direct action” from the stage of the O2 Academy in Islington, only a couple of miles up the road members of Tottenham’s impoverished community made their frustration felt by […]


published in Red Mist, 8th May 2011 The Bermondsey Joyriders and John Sinclair live at London’s 100 Club “Where are they now?”, asked a 1982 song by South-East London band Cock Sparrer, lamenting the faded and lapsed heroes of the British punk revolution. The answer was simple. Some of the addressees of the lyric, such […]


I like The Clash because… … the over-privileged Joe Strummer spent his whole life impersonating what he imagined an authentic working class person would be like: bad teeth, unintelligible speech, chain smoking.


If the Rolling Stones built rock ‘n’ roll Babylon, then the New York Dolls turned it into a rock ‘n’ roll Sodom and Gomorrah. Formed in the early 70s in the post-Warhol-Factory milieu, they were the most happening and most decadent act on NYC’s trash glam circuit.


Punk rock didn’t have it easy in socialist Bulgaria, a country in which all aggressive rock music was officially banned. That didn’t keep Novi Cvetya (“New Flowers”) from performing punk rock as early as 1979.


“The right band at the wrong time” is how young Boston punks Red Invasion refer to themselves. With their straightforward Dead Boys-meet-Heartbreakers 70s sleaze punk they might not be in the process of reinventing the wheel, but their songs are infused with a passion rarely found in music these days. Underneath their aggressively nihilistic surface, […]


THE DOGS D’AMOUR: the state we’re in (Kumibeat Records, 1984) An euphoric power pop riff, a chorus that could have been written by Slade in 1972 had Slade been a little less ham-fisted, and we’re diving head first into the what could have been the definitive glam punk statement of the 80s. Unfortunately, it was […]


Shane MacGowan’s 70s punk band The Nipple Erectors will be playing a reunion set at London’s 100 Club this coming Tuesday 6 May, supported by cult ’77 punk rocker Johnny Moped and Seattle power pop band The Cute Lepers.


Budget rock pioneers The Trashwomen are reuniting to play a show at Mr T’s Bowl in Los Angeles on July 12th. It’s their second gig since their breakup in 1995 (they played one at last year’s Budget Rock Fest).


Chances that the Oblivians, Gories, and White Stripes ever heard of Yugoslavia’s godfathers of garage punk, Partibrejkers, are next to zero. And yet, upon hearing the bass-less, cutting, rhythm & blues based garage rock the Partibrejkers (speak: party breakers) thrashed out on their deliberately lo-fi 1985 debut album, one is inclined to think these Belgradians […]


Zombie Met Girl sound as if the Dead Kennedys had remained in their embryonic, pre Fresh Fruit For Rotting Vegetables state for a little while longer, and then fleshed out their sound by adding a slight Cramps touch instead of going hardcore. I’m not sure if you get the same impression from their video clip […]


Joe Moon sounds a lot like Iggy Pop. He even sings with a Midwestern accent. But his band are not your average garage troupe dishing out “1969″ soundalikes. Perhaps The Moon’s music is a speculation on what may have come of the Stooges after the phenomenal 1974 post-glam hangover album they never got to record […]


Originally published in Zombie Creeping Flesh fanzine. Sonny Vincent has been a punk rocker since 1976. He spent his formative years fronting The Testors in New York City’s early CBGB milieu alongside bands like the Dead Boys and The Cramps. Projecting the image of an archetypical New York punk underdog with an attitude, he went […]


Yegor Letov formed his first band Posev in 1983 in his Siberian hometown, Omsk. They played relatively simple, amateurish punk with occassional touches of reggae and ska.


Would-be guitar heroes who play 289 notes per second are dime a dozen. Yet those guitarists who possess a truly awe-inspiring ability with their instrument are rare, with so much style that would never be displayed in a vulgar, shallow-minded way.


Imagine all those New York loser-punk bands from the 70s shooting up generous doses of meth instead of smack. They may well have sounded like The Heart Attacks, the band from Atlanta whose album Hellbound and Heartless was released in late 2006.



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