April 28. STOP PRESS. Sham 69 have dropped out of Punk Rock
Bowling because Jimmy’s Dad has been diagnosed with aggressive
lung cancer caused by asbestosis. They will be replaced by the
Cockney Rejects. Our thoughts are with the Pursey family. Less
seriously, Gal’s latest podcast is now up here.
April 28th: A busy day. First Gal recorded his latest podcast
with a cast of thousands including Dave Barker, of Dave and Ansel
Collins fame, Molly and Danie from the Feathers, and the better
looking half of Buster Shuffle. It features top tracks from Underclass
UK, Stomper 98, Night Of Treason, Wasted Life, King Brillo, Taurus
Trakker, the God Damn Electric, Blackmayne, the Dub City Rockers,
Spyn Reset, the Dualers, Shotglass Killers, Murderers’ Row and,
surprisingly, the Gonads – we’ll let you know when it’s up. Our
hungry pal Debz was running slightly late, largely because there
are 1,237 fast-food out-lets between her house and the Total Rock
studios... which by the way has a serious roof problem. It has
more leaks than a St David’s Day parade and was almost as wet
as the Shadow Cabinet.
Caption, Left to right: Molly and Danie (The Feathers), Paul Hallam
(the Stalin of Style),
skinhead reggae legend Dave Barker, Gal, Carrie, Debz and Jet
from Buster Shuffle.
Then last night we hit Camden’s Bar Solo for a thoroughly upbeat
gig. The mighty throng was swelled by the dapper Lee Wilson, gorgeous
Jennie Bellestar, an almost sober Max Splodge, fresh-faced Bradders
from Monkish, Bill from Oi-The Shop (happy 50th mate), Ska DJ
Andy, our mate Lorraine (glamorous granny) and of course Wattsie
Watts who joined us for ‘Beki Bondage Please’ and ‘UK Sub’ and
probably something else – don’t expect this blog to remember,
we were half-cut by teatime. Our thanks to Max for playing the
FrankenSkin, to Mandy, and last but not least Kay Kimberly for
setting up the gig in the first place.
Here’s the great Jerry Dammers with the book all the Ska stars
rate – Gal’s Dance Craze oeuvre. Thank you, General – we salute
April 27th. What a night! The Cockney Rejects film, East End
Babylon got its first public airing at the KoKo in Camden (or
the Music Machine as we old fuckers remember it) and then Vince
Riordan jumped up on stage playing bass on three songs at the
climax of a Rejects set that was tighter than Eddie Piller at
a pay-bar. In the crowd: former Iron Maiden axe-man Dennis Stratton,
Sir Hoxton of Tom, early Rejects drummer Andy Scott (also from
fabled Bridgehouse band the Tickets), Max Splodge, Terence Hayes
(the Lad Himself), Garrie ‘Guitar’ Lammin, and a host of mates
including Grant Fleming, Skully, Si Spanner, and Lee Drury from
Eraserhead. (There were probably more faces there, but in truth
Gal was too busy wondering where he’ll put his Oscar to take notes.)
Anyway, the film is great, everyone raved about it – it really
is the first film to do Oi justice and one of the great rock music
documentaries. As a bonus, here’s a bit of Jeff iinterviewed
on Sky Sports:
Random news: Argy Bargy are in the recording studio on Monday,
starting work on their eagerly awaited new album. The studio is
in Devon, cos, Daryl tells us: “That’s where clotted crème fudge
n toffee comes from.” (Not to mention Bays Devon Dumpling)...we
may get a review of Sparrer in Bologna next week as their groupie
Chelsea Dom is out there...Max Splodge has joined the GayNads
– but his asking price is Wattsie’s hand in marriage. (Fat Col:
“He can have her hand as long as we can have her...” Cut! – Ed)
Stories reach us of a disastrous Roberto Duran dinner last week
at The Roller Ball. The retired Panamanian boxing legend is widely
regarded as one of the greatest fighters of all time, so naturally
a few Oi boys were in attendance. Unfortunately Duran speaks no
English. Normally in such a situation, the promoters would hire
a professional interpreter to facilitate the Q&A session. These
clods brought in a painter and decorator who spoke a bit of Spanish.
The evening rapidly descended into chaos as the painter couldn’t
translate what the great man was saying, the promoters ended up
fighting each other while the singer was on, and punters who’d
paid 30sovs a head were further insulted by being served curry
in polystyrene bowls without even knives and forks to eat it with.
Said a stunned on-looker, “it was so badly done it could have
been organised by the LibDems.”
Oh no, the Bitch is back! She/he has seen the strange “war paint”
three of the Nads wore in France and has dismissed us as “Adam
& The Pants.” The acid-tongued Bitch also has a pop at our friend
Garrie Lammin who apparently “looks like Uncle Bulgaria after
he’s been dragged through a charity clothes shop”. But she/he
isn’t having it all her/his way, for Metal Phil from Blackmayne
hits back: “I would like to take this opportunity to inform The
Bitch that I did try to address the rapid influx of grey hair
upon my head by borrowing the WM's Grecian 2000, but he made it
very clear that ‘If you lay even one frikkin Badoe finger on my
Grecian Phil, I will not be responsible for my Harry The Dog actions!’
However, I'd also like to add that any comparisons with Dom's
fine dress sense I take as a massive compliment. A more classy
dresser I have yet to meet. His luminous trainer laces (one green
and t'other orange) are a wonderful thing to behold.” Indeed.
Oi! Stief is doing his skydive on 26th May, you can sponsor
We’re playing The Royalty in Chester Road, Sunderland, next Saturday
(May 5th) with Stief’s band the Noxious Toyz, as an off-the-wall
and up-the-bracket warm-up gig for the Darlington punk all-dayer
on the 6th. And here’s the poster for Help 4 Heroes weekender
Janice Gussett (nee Issitt) has broken her 30-year silence to
confirm that the lyrics to ‘I Lost My Love To A UK Sub’ are TRUE!
She notes on facebook: ‘Yes, I am Janice Gussett for whom ‘I Lost
My Love To A UK Sub’ was written - the sad truth was that I did
like Steve Roberts who took me on a date and then introduced me
to his wife, I went home and cried.’ Former Kerrang secretary
Janice, who went on to play bass in Rock Goddess, is now engaged
to... another bloody drummer.
Random news: four ex-members of Black Flag are writing chapters
for hardcore book, WE GOT POWER!: Hardcore Punk Scenes from 1980s
Southern California, by David Markey and Jordan Schwartz. Three
of Black Flag's many singers will be contributing - Keith Morris,
Dez Cadena, and Henry Rollins; as well as bassist Chuck Dukowski...
our mates Iron Cross have just released a new five-track vinyl
7 inch on the Skinflint label... The Offspring’s next album,
Days Go By, will be released “early Summer” on Sony.
And so here it is at last, a belated review of Punk & Disorderly
2012, from our slightly jittery man in galoshes with the umbrella,
water bomb attack survivor Chelsea Dom: ‘It began last Wednesday
with my arrival in Berlin, straight to the Wild at Heart club
for a few warm-up beers, to discover that the Abrasive Wheels
were playing a set. Unfortunately I was overcome by the need to
feed my bulemic frame and missed the first half of the set (A
true professional – Ed) which ended with a romp through ‘When
the Punks Go Marching In’ and ‘Burn Em Down’. With more folk arriving
Thursday the drinking became more ferocious – the Watford mob
were there, the Scousers, the Port Vale crew (you get the picture).
The night ended (started?) at the Wild At Heart (again) for the
official warm-up. First up were acoustic band the Crows with a
fine set of original numbers and dual female vocals. Richie Ramjet
then switched from acoustic to electric for up and coming Wirral
band Biteback (no Cliff Richard cover though – Wirral Going on
a Summer Holiday??? – I’ll get my coat). Actually they went down
a storm. Finishing the night was Glasgow’s very own Fire Exit,
fronted by the inimitable Gerry. However, the main event was going
on the dressing room, with various vocal ‘talents’ letting rip
to an acoustic Oh Boy. Hopefully the footage of myself & Watford
throwing some shapes that Fred Astaire would have been proud of
will remain under wraps (so mote it be – Pranksters everywhere).
On to Friday and the start of the actual festival. As ever due
to a serious amount of socialising I didn’t get to watch all the
bands, however before getting on to the gig, I’d like to make
one thing clear. There were various rumours floating round about
fights breaking out, however we saw and heard no evidence of this
(bar a couple of rumbles in a bar across town). The gig itself
started slowly, eventually packing out with a sell out crowd.
Control were the first UK band up, filling in at short notice
and played a thumping set. Old Firm Casuals followed with what
I believe was their European mainland debut and really got the
crowd going. Despite negativity from some quarters they have some
fine tunes and ‘A Gang Like Us’ is destined to become an Oi classic.
German stalwarts Stomper 98 continued the theme of decent Streetpunk,
before Berlin ‘legends’ Troopers finished off the evening. Whilst
I have a reasonable knowledge of Kraut Punk, I am not familiar
with this band. (Big in the 80s – Ed) Unfortunately they weren’t
really my cup of tea, having a sub-metal sound, but what really
switched me off was seeing a guy at the side of the stage doing
the lead vocals. (Was it Milky? – Ed). Saturday started off with
the controversy of the weekend – who was really responsible for
the ‘watergate’ scandal? (Lee Wilson – innocent Ed, see previous
blog entries). Didn’t get to see Evil Mopped, so not sure if they
made a clean sweep. The Gonads put in a decent shift, including
my favourite ‘Oi Mate’ (Oh that’s it, damn us with faint praise,
why don’tcha – Ed). Gal has also bigged-up Buster Shuffle, but
I have to say it is well deserved. This is the first time I’d
seen them live and they were truly magnificent – the crowd loved
them. Touches of punk, ska, bits of the Kinks thrown in – for
me one of the highlights of the weekend. Perennial favourites
The Business also played a stonking set and in my humble opinion
should have been headliners (but why no ‘England 5 Germany 1’
– cowards!). Now don’t take this the wrong way, we all have our
personal taste, but I don’t get Perkele. They just don’t do it
for me & seem to take an Oi by numbers approach, with choruses
such as ‘skinhead, skinhead… sorry, but not my bag, however obviously
have a wider appeal, given a sell-out crowd the second night in
Finally we reached Sunday, a night that in previous years has
seen a low turnout, consequently leading to a lacklustre evening.
However, I was pleasantly surprised to see a decent-sized crowd.
Despite a marathon effort on the drinking stakes (the person that
finished off by having beer on their cornflakes shall remain nameless!)
(It was Watford – Ed), Argy Bargy somehow managed to deliver a
blistering set, complete with Ray Dust and his drummer orgasm
faces. ‘Drinks, Drugs, Football Thugs’ could well have been the
theme sing for the weekend, but unfortunately it was all too short.
Final band of the weekend, were Peter and the Test Tube Babies
and I think a few of us were concerned that they would pull this
one off, being the umpteenth replacement for an ever-changing
headliner. However, they certainly delivered, playing tighter
than Peter Test-tube’s wallet, even if some of the humour was
lost on the crowd (not sure how many German’s have heard of Rupert
the Bear – a joke on the bass players dodgy trousers). I’d almost
forgotten how good songs such as ‘Banned From the Pubs’, ‘Maniac’
etc sound when you’re pissed. All in all, another top weekend
in Berlin courtesy of MAD.
April 25. The good news? The Beast has secured a deal with Randale
for both the SkaNads debut ep and our own next one. The bad news?
A furious Martin Sporrell has hit back and announced that he and
FB will release a Gonads bootleg album this summer – and donate
all the proceeds to “hactivists”. The headstrong duo are proceeding
with ‘Charlton Boys – The Official Bootleg’ against the express
wishes of the band. It is thought to include unheard mixes, rarities
and demos of unfinished songs such as ‘Oblivion’, ‘Dogging In
Dartford’, ‘Foreplay’s For Girls’, the catchy but horrible ‘(Still)
Coming Blood’, the juvenile ‘Becky’s Bucket’, the shocking ‘Say
What You Like’, the outrageous ‘Go Motherfucker’ and the potentially
illegal ‘My Cousin’s Niece’. Said The Beast: “This couldn’t be
happening at a worst time. Just when the Nads are getting taken
seriously, this bootleg could take us right back to square one.
The band knows none of these disgusting songs should ever see
the light of day. But Mart and FB have got some kind of hold over
Gal and he just goes along with them.” However Fat Col is backing
the bootleggers, saying “This is not an official release but it’s
exactly what the Gonads should be about – filthy, rule-breaking
punk rock mayhem with a fuck-PC attitude.” The Beast is trying
to prevent the release by attempting to slap an injunction on
it; but Mr. Sporrell is no respecter of the law, allegedly.
There’s more from the Bitch, all the goss from the next two
nights in Camden, and Chelsea Dom’s P&D review coming very soon...
April 24. This is interesting, a bit of a bidding war has broken
out for our next two releases. As regular readers will know, Gal
is planning to bring out his long-awaited four track SkaNads e.p.
late this summer, and there are plans afoot for a new four or
five track Gonads e.p. for October. Since Berlin however, we have
been contacted by not one, not two but four record labels, variously
from Germany, the USA, the UK and Scandinavia, hoping to release
both of said gems. Says The Beast, “Obviously we have a working
relationship with Randale in Germany, and would like to keep that
going, but at the end of the day we will do business with whoever
offers us the best deal.” However, Gal’s personal manager Martin
Sporrel (aggressive Gooner) disagrees and is arguing forcefully
that both eps should be released on vinyl by our own Soitainly
label, saying “We don’t need no other fuckers, let’s keep it in-house;
at the end of the day we are family, we are one and we stand alone.”
Good point. Tough decisions need to be made, and we’ll fill you
in when all is decided.
There will be no report here on yesterday’s outrageous St George’s
Day prankster celebrations – by order of the brotherhood. So mote
We’re off now until the weekend, when we’ll be back with the
word on the Rejects film preview in Camden (this Thursday) and
our FREE gig at Bar Solo, also in Camden, on Friday. Meanwhile,
here’s an unsavoury development. We have received a rather unnecessary
email from a mystery correspondent describing herself (or himself)
as “The Bitch”, who offers these unwanted thoughts on the dress
sense of many of the good folk pictured on this blog. According
to this so-called Bitch, Phil McDermott’s waistcoat is “a fashion
disaster of Chelsea Dom proportions... it’s the Don Estelle look,
redolent of Dom in Amsterdam with the Badoes in 2009.” She/he
goes on to ask, “has Phil dyed his hair blonde or has he just
gone very grey?” Other personalities at the sharp end of this
creature’s cruel tongue include Gal (“stop wearing black, it ain’t
as slimming as you obviously think it is, mate”), Wattsie (“Paloma
Faith for the Sanatogen generation”), and Mick Maverick: “tell
your bass player that unless he has an eyesight problem he should
ditch the sunglasses – he looks a plum.” A grim-faced Fat Col
says “No wonder this Bitch stays anonymous, slagging off the Mav
is about as good for the health as streaking down Syria High Street
in a target t-shirt.”
Quick PS to our France report: thanks to Guillaume for cooking
us breakfast. Cheers, mate.
Out this week: the Anti-Heros’ 1999 album ‘Underneath The Underground’
(GMM Records) on colour vinyl for the first time. It comes with
bonus tracks from their 1992 ‘Election Day’ single... sticking
in the States, our sister band Maninblack are back at the Double
Down Saloon in the East Village of Manhattan, NYC, next Monday
for their 6th annual free performance for friends and associates.
It's a school night so the event is going to kick off early, at
7 PM, with Tim Sommer spinning Punk, Punk, Punk for the duration,
comedian Bob Bell will lower your IQ a few notches at 8pm, and
Maninblack hit the stage by 9pm. Sultry New York lesbian publicist
Sally will be giving out free mini CDs of Maninblack’s Fighting
In The Streets b/w The NYC, badges, stickers and maybe the business
end of a dildo or two.
Anyone know about Saturday’s Heroes? It’s a quarterly English-language
magazine from Poland dedicated to the global ultra and hooligan
scene. It has 80 full colour pages with proper articles on the
mobs from here, Poland, Serbia, Greece, Croatia and South America.
You can order it from www.sheroes.eu
for 3,90 EUR per issue (including shipping).
April 23. Happy St George's Day from the Gonads. Dragon slaying
postponed due to inclement weather, suggest ale-supping instead.
April 22. Well, we're back from Beauvais, chaps and chapesses,
our back teeth floating in strong French beer. The gig was "un
blast" but the journey was something else. It's an easy route
from Calais to Beauvais, two and a bit hours straight down on
the A16. No dramas, you would think. Unfortunately some fool decided
South Coast Steve should navigate. Well, we reasoned, the geezer
works as a courier, how could he go wrong? We found out within
minutes as map-mangling moron took us off the A16 and East towards
Dunkirk. And then on towards Bruges, which is in Belgium. Another
country. Realising his mistake, South Coast then took us in a
giant triangle to the seaside town of Boulogne. When we started
seeing signs for Monte Carlo, the gibbering beat-keeper was demoted
to freight and wiser heads prevailed. Tempers were slightly frayed
at this point, and Mick Maverick at the wheel took his anger out
on a French driver who had the temerity to flash us for being
on the wrong side of the road. As Mick pointed out, we were on
the right side - the whole effin' country is on the wrong side.
The gig itself was cooking, with fine support slots from French
bands the Maraboots and the Misogynes and the Half-wits from Canterbury.
Our set was Punk Rock Till I Die, Tucker's Ruckers, Alconaut,
Oi Mate, Grant Mitchell, The Growler, Rob A Bank, Gob, Oily Rag,
Jobs Not Jails, Charlton Boys (with local flag Doris - merci buckets),
Beki Bondage Please, Franken-Skin (with John from Vicious Rumours
as the Monster), and I Lost My Love To A UK Sub (with Vanessa
from Misogynes). Encores are a bit hard to recall but definitely
included That's Oi, Tuckers, Skinhead Girl (with Vanessa) and
Hey You with Gal crowd-surfing. The punters were good natured
and had come from as far away as Italy, Belgium and even Canada.
In fact the only backstage drama was Gal's rather unnecessary
rage at being asked to consume couscous. There is no round-dodging
to report, but we were privileged to watch a masterful display
of "mine-sweeping" from Vanessa - the art of blatant beer-nicking.
We then followed John VR on to the after-show party marvelling
at how he drove with no lights and a bottle of red wine between
his legs without getting tugged by le Vieux Bill. As the night
progressed and beer flowed, members of our entourage morphed into
their alcoholic alter-egos. Allyson became Miss Potty Mouth, Mick
"le Ginge Minge" (pronounced janje-manje), Jason confessed to
his sordid past as a Chubby Chaser (le chasseur de grosses femmes),
and Gal just vanished to barricade himself into his bedroom to
prevent another 4am intrusion from SCS who in drink traditionally
becomes the Room-Raider. Ah, but the real delight of the night
was our "hotel" - actually a circus training centre 15miles out
of town in le Moulin de Pierre. That's right we kipped in a circus!
They had the horses, the ponies and the live-stock - we brought
the clown. South Coast Steve, we salute you, you loveable fuckwit.
Onwards to Camden. Steve you can't miss it, it's just off the
A1. What's that, mate? You're in Rotterdam? Zuts alors.
Oi! - The Circus
Here’s the first look at Phil McDermott’s
new/old band Blackmayne. Former East End Badoes guitarist Phil
was in the NWoBHM outfit back in the eighties. Now they’re
back playing heavy metal with streetpunk attitude. Blackmayne
are busy writing new material and plan to be gigging by October.
Gal is hoist aloft by jubilant punters as Gonads fever sweeps
Nacho Jase delights the French crowd with his fearsome fretwork
April 19. Bonnet de douche! Brace yerselves, mes amis, Les Gonads
are coming! Here we are rehearsing intensely for Saturday’s big
gig in Beauvais, France, under the watchful eye of acting road
manager Allyson Maverick. (Part-time punk Wattsie Watts remains
road mistress... material). Chateauneuf du Pape! This blog returns
next week. Et maintenant, revenons a nos moutonst.
OUT NOW! Hooligan Classics Volume One: a four track vinyl ep,
compiled by Lars Frederiksen on the Randale label featuring ‘Tribal’
by Control, ‘Lafayette’ by The Chosen Ones, ‘Just Another Yob’
by On File, and ‘We Don’t Bury Our Dead’ by the Old Firm Casuals.
Lars says this series is “inspired by the original Oi! albums”.
Fittingly then, Volume 2 will feature Stomper 98, Perkele, the
OFC and a brand new romantic ballad from us entitled: ‘Punch!
Punch!’. You can buy Vol 1 from the Randale site for 8Euros 90,
whatever the fuck that is in English. (About £7.35 – Educated
More on Infa-Riot’s slippery Lee Wilson. Readers note that a)
Lee is ‘eel’ spelt backwards – “and there’s nothing slipperier...”;
and b) ‘Lee Wilson’ is an anagram of ‘Wellies On’ – the actual
catchphrase of the phantom water bomber of old Berlin. Not that
that proves anything of course...
New single from the Phoenix City All-Stars featuring the legendary
Dave Barker out shortly – hear it here.
NOOS: Social Distortion are confirmed to headline Friday night
at Rebellion... NOFX are in the studio now recording new material...
Radical acoustic punk Louise Distras plays 'Germ Free Adolescents'
(in memory of Poly Styrene) at Catch 22 Shoreditch next Tuesday
(24th)... We Are The Union release a new album later this year...
Resistance 77 are celebrating St George’s Day with a fundraising
charity gig at the Hawthorns, South Normanton, this Saturday.
Entry is free, and the lads will be collecting for the Army Benevolent
The biggest Oi Against Racism gig to date takes place in Chemnitz,
Saxony, on 5th May, featuring Stomper, the OFC, and the Gumbles
with special guests the Hudson Falcons, Saints & Sinners and High
Society. The beer-loving Gumbles are named after booze-hound Barney
Gumble from the Simpsons who in turn was separated at birth from
his ginger co-joined twin Fat Col Gannon. Speaking of the chunky
oaf, we sent Col to investigate the activities of Terence Hayes
(The Lad Himself) and his secretive Golden Dawn society, seen
by many as the modern day Illuminati. He tells us: “They met in
the backroom of a disreputable public house in Snodland. I managed
to wedge the door open and saw them practising levitation (with
a table-dancer). I over-heard some of the ritual, but was forcibly
ejected by a man calling himself Silver Stick.” What was the ritual,
we asked, breathless with excitement. An ashen-faced Col replied:
"In Hackney Wick there lives a lass, whose grommets would I woggle/Her
gander-parts none can surpass and her posset makes me boggle...’
By the Horne, this is much, much worse than even we suspected...
Separated at birth: Terence Hayes (TLH) in our wok-gate picture
below, and this tortoise...?
April 18. Good morning to Mark Brennan – glad to hear you’re
a regular reader.
April 17. Here are great live shots from the weekend, taken by
Anna Vilen. Next stop, Beauvais!
April 16. Berlin extra: there was a big turn-out for Argy-Bargy
on Sunday night, and the boys played a blinder. “It’s just a shame
they’re all so bloody ugly,” said our man in the crowd whose identity
we will protect - unless and until Watford gets a round in. Scientists
are believed to be examining cells from Jon and Daryl Smith’s
internal organs to establish the secret of their Ozzy-like powers
of rejuvenation. Respected boffin Sir Rosiss O’Deleeva tells us:
“I am amazed zat they were able to get on ze stage, let alone
stand zere playing for 45 minutes without collapsing. No normal
human could do zis...” But then Mr. Smith and Watford Jon (“from
Luton!” (c) Lars) are not normal humans, like all true men of
Oi they have hearts of oak, fists of steel, the looks of a Greek
god, and the build of a Greek restaurant.
Random goss: Infa-Riot have a new album ready to record... Phil
McDermott, formerly of the East End Badoes, is back playing with
his previous new wave metal band about whom more soon... John
Jacobs has also returned to public life and is gigging on the
south east London pub circuit (not Oi but they do include a couple
of Madness covers, says our man in the audience, Nutty Lee from
Coldharbour)... Allyson Maverick (aka Mrs Organised) is now promoted
to Acting Gonads Tour Manager due to the on-going and puzzling
absence of FB who went off for a loaf of bread in 2010 and hasn’t
been seen since; meanwhile South Coast Steve has been given a
yellow card by Lord Waistrel after sheepishly owning up to the
latest early morning hotel-room nuisance raid. Waistrel’s enforcer
the Beast described his behaviour as “a funny way to hand in your
notice.” He went on: “This is an official warning, it’s shape
up or ship out time.”...
More True stuff: Gonads USA gigs will now NOT happen this August,
but Vegas 2013 for the real Gonads is looking increasingly likely...
Our New York sister band Maninblack will be working with ‘Noise-The
Show’ legend Tim Sommer, former NYC Oi radio presenter turned
producer. Tim is also DJing for the lads at their annual free
show at the Double Down Saloon (14 Ave) on April 30, w/ punk stand
up comedian Bob Bell... Jimmy Cliff debuted at Coachella in California
on Saturday night and was blown away by the sight and sound of
a massive crowd of mostly 20-somethings singing along to hits
he had notched up before they were even born. The great man said:
“One young girl came up to me tonight with about five albums she
asked me to sign. She said, 'My parents brought me up on this...’”
Madness were also on the bill. But the greatest resurrection was
Tupac whose hologram appeared alongside Snoop Dogg and Dr. Dre
to cap off Sunday’s rap-heavy bill.
Prankster news: the Lodge of Serendipity is organising the annual
St George’s Day event at that Kent place. See your Tyler for details.
Meanwhile we hear that while we were away Terence Hayes, PM, (aka
“the guru’s guru” – Prankster Monthly) was voted onto the ruling
council of the Golden Dawn (a spin-off grouping for senior pranksters
devoted to astral travel, pigeon-racing and necromancy) and must
henceforth be referred to by his new official title of “The Lad
Himself”. So mote it be.
Record News: Detroit Oi! band the Bad Assets have just released
‘The Spirit Of Detroit’ CD on United Riot Records... the Sex Pistols
are re-releasing 'God Save The Queen' on May 28th – 35 years after
it first came out in 1977. The Pistols are also releasing a limited
edition 7" inch picture disc of their first ever single 'Anarchy
In The UK' (April 21 for Record Store Day.)... The Dualers’ new
album Prince Buster Shakedown is released on 7th May on Phoenix
City (through Cherry Red); it’s “a tribute to the undisputed King
of Ska, Prince Buster”, says singer Tyber Craunston (our mate
Nina’s brother). The launch is at the London Intl Ska Festival
on 5th May 2012 at O2 Shepherds Bush Empire... Operation Ivy’s
album ‘Energy’ has been re-mastered and will be re-released through
Epitaph. The vinyl version comes with a download card of the entire
album. Their album ‘Hectic’ is also available again on vinyl.
April 15. Wotcha cocks! We’re back from Berlin, cream-crackered
but as happy as a rat with a gold tooth. We set out to show Punk
& Disorderly that the Gonads are now a band to be taken seriously.
Said Steve Whale: “You more than proved that – the Nads were sensational;
like Charlton, you have moved up a division.” Daryl Smith (Cock
Sparrer/Argy Bargy) said “You’ve always been a fun band but now
you mean business too; it is ridiculous the Gonads aren’t playing
Rebellion.” Even Infa-Riot’s slippery Lee Wilson, of whom much
more later, reluctantly admitted: “You were so much better than
I thought you’d be.” We only had half an hour but we packed it
with what Watford Jon described as “all killers, no fillers.”
The set was: ‘Punk Rock Till I Die’, ‘Alconaut’, ‘Grant Mitchell’,
‘Oi Mate’, ‘The Growler’, ‘Rob A Bank’, ‘Gob’, ‘Oily Rag’, ‘Tucker’s
Ruckers’, ‘Charlton Boys’ (with Whaley on backing vocals) and
‘I Lost My Love To A UK Sub’, with the lovely Carrie from Buster
Shuffle taking the female part (sadly she wasn’t interested in
any of the male parts on offer...). The big surprise was Frank
Novinec from Hatebreed flying over from Florida purely, he said,
to see us! Frank, who watched from the side of the stage, says
that he plays our old live double album “every day” and requested
‘Dying For A Pint’. Next time, mate! Our set was also filmed by
renowned surrealist artists Agata and Anka Krzyzanowski of Macabre
Pariah Productions: http://www.macabre-pariah.com so we should
have some blinding footage to show you in due course. The sisters
tell us: “We really enjoyed filming your show” but then there
are renowned for their love of the odd and grotesque...
After the gig we chilled out with Debz and Carrie, and shot the
breeze with the ever radiant Beki Bondage and Paul Rooney while
Mick Mav stretched the definition of “just one more beer” to infinity
and beyond. Most of us passed out around 4am – about half an hour
before a gibbering South Coast tried to knock us up (matron!)
for “a party”. Watford and Daryl were still drinking when we got
up at 7am to leave, and so clearly was the one German fan who
claimed Jon was “better looking than Elvis”, and declared she
wanted to see him in a mankini – an image that would give the
SAS nightmares. Oi the Caff provided the hangover cure - Oi-themed
breakfasts. Lee requested “deep-fried 4-Skins”, Watford topped
that by asking for an “infa fry-up.” But neither of them can eat
like Debz from Buster Shuffle - noodles, kebabs, KFC, kangaroo
balls, whole roast oxen, blimey, there’s nothing this girl won’t
nosh! And yes, we suppose we had better rephrase that. Sadly we
may have to wait some time for the official review of the weekend
from our man Chelsea Dom, who is still traumatised after an unfortunate
incident outside of the Eastside Hotel. Regrettably Dom and his
nice Scouse pal Mandy were targeted by person(s) unknown in an
uncalled-for water-bomb assault. Dom was sunning himself at a
table admiring the historic Berlin Wall murals when a bag full
of the wet stuff whistled past his ear at high velocity and exploded
with a loud bang just inches behind him. The shock caused the
beefy Badoe to leap from his seat in what some untrained observers
might have mistaken for sheer terror. Moments later the foul prankster(s)
struck again childishly hurling an even bigger ‘bomb’ at a passing
cyclist who apparently steamed into the hotel demanding satisfaction.
The manager ejected some Dutch hooligans who had been staying
several storeys above but the window-to-impact trajectory didn’t
quite add up. We initially suspected the real culprits were the
Pranksters’ German co-conspirators, the anarchist-inclined Lustige
Spaßvögel (whose motto “Fick kunst, ließ uns tränken jemand” literally
translates as “Fuck art, let’s soak someone”), but we then spotted
a certain character lurking in a corridor giggling, his fingers
as wet as the otter’s proverbial pocket... In a completely unrelated
aside, we’d like to ask: is dapper Lee Wilson the Jeremy Beadle
of Oi, or does he just really enjoy washing? Lee swears he is
innocent and we believe him, but he was certainly up to mischief
this weekend. Modestly describing himself as a living legend,
he even tried to heckle us when we were on stage. But Lee didn’t
quite have it all his own way. Hilariously, on the first night
he starting helping himself from what he thought was a bowl of
sweeties. They didn’t taste that good though for the simple reason
that they weren’t sweets at all, they were actually multi-coloured
Big love to Buster Shuffle for transporting Gal’s 2-Tone book
Dance Craze to the fest, and to our many German friends, and all
the firm at P&D for a job well done. Here are a couple of pictures
– more will surely follow.
Us with Carrie Gonad and a passing Welshman (from Vice Squad)
Beki and Gal: Beki Bondage Please!
Why is South Coast licking Old Man Steptoe's head?
Daryl and Slippery Lee Wilson – butter wouldn’t melt...
The Gonads 2012: Jase, SCS, Mav, Gal
The father of the Revolution. And Lenin...
April 13. Oi! We’re away now but we had to send you this world
exclusive! Here is the PM finally and happily (cough) forking
out for a MEGA Chinese banquet. Joining him in New Eltham’s splendid
Tai Pan eaterie were the SM, the WM in waiting, Effete El, Gal,
and our two minders – Jackie and Jeniera Blade. The bill came
to a modest £452.70 and we cheered his hospitality with pints
of champagne top before toasting the memory of Chinese Tim, R.I.P.
– the first, but definitely not the last of the Chinese Pranksters.
To order brethren. Tuck in!
While we’re here, you can buy tickets for the official preview
of East End Babylon here.
Gal saw it on Wednesday and describes it as “superb – truthful,
brutal, honest, moving and funny.” Meanwhile we wonder if Danny
Baker, Millwall & Bar, features in the new Marley movie, because
Dan firmly believes he is responsible for Bob getting the cancer
in the toe that eventually killed him. This is not an urban myth.
The Wailers FC took on an NME team in a charity football match
at Battersea Park back in 1977, Dan stood on Bob’s toe, injuring
it – the same toe where the reggae giant later developed skin
cancer. Years after, specialists wanted to amputate it, but Bob
refused. The cancer took hold, and the great man sadly died on
11th May 1981. Baker has never been brought to justice.
More news: Green Day will be releasing THREE new albums in close
succession: ¡Uno! (Sept 25), ¡Dos! (Nov 13) and ¡Tré! (Jan 15)...
Teenage Bottlerocket will release their new album Freak Out, on
July 3rd (Fat Wreck Chords)...
This is cute. Some US Motorhead fan is searching for a stranger
who knocked her up in the khazi at a Megadeath/Motorhead gig in
Chicago. She has posted the following on the Missed Encounters
section of Craig’s List: "Me: Blue hair, silver tube top, fishnets,
Knee high black biker boots. You: Red Mohawk, black pentagram
gauges, viper piercings." She goes on to describe their Mills
and Boon style encounter: "I was grinding on you in the pit, then
we went to the bathroom, and got fucked up. You had a nice cock
so I let [you] raw dog it in the stall. You were really good and
you had to gag me so I would make too much noise." Now she’s pregnant
and says: “It’s yours. Contact if you want to be part of your
child’s life.” And they say romance is dead. It’s just a shame
Michael Aspel isn’t around with his big red book any more. What
a start that’d make to This Is Your Life... Fat Col’s first encounter
with the Nosher was similar, although that was in the bogs at
the Circus Tavern, Purfleet, and he described her poetically as
having “a fanny like Billy Gibbons’s beard.” Is it any wonder
Wattsie won’t talk to the oaf?
We’ll be back next week with all the news from Berlin and amazing
developments regarding the Gonads US tour...
April 11. Right muckers, we’re shutting up shop and jetting off
to Berlin. Be sure to tune back next week for all the goss on
Punk & Disorderly. TTFN. Das Gonads.
The Punk Rock Curry Club moved back to Lee last night, and saw
a top turn-out of Oi-Oi herberts including Millwall Roi, Fatty
Lol (the Scarlet Pimpernel of British Ska), Steve Whale, Darryl
Smith from Cock Sparrer, those old Badoes Terence Hayes (PM Restored)
and Chelsea Dom, Gal, the entire Anti-Nowhere League, top film
director Richard England, Robin Guy and guest of honour Lars Frederiksen,
looking a lot like Richie Lewis of yore. We kicked off in The
Lord Northbrook, once the hub of the South London Oi scene but
now so refurbished that even the likes of Johnny Ansett (a regular
for 30+ years) have been driven out to the Tigers Head down the
road. Incredibly only two of us were drinking, and unfortunately
one of them was the note taker for this blog, so we couldn’t tell
you what was discussed – except for a vague memory of the clearly
discerning Lars wanting the Old Firm Casuals to do a split ep
with us and Stomper. Oh and Dom got pulled over by the Old Bill.
(Was it the fashion police? – Ed). And Tel picked up a hot
bit of stuff (a chicken vindaloo). Fat Col says he turned up late
and sat on his own listening to REM and reading a book by Richard
Dawkins – that’s him in the korma, losing his religion... Apologies
for that joke will be gratefully received. Meanwhile apologies
for absence came from John King (conjunctivitis), Mark Wyeth (Mum’s
birthday do), Hoxton Tom (“too far south”), Paul Hallam (Millwall
Marxism class), Manic Esso and Buster Bloodvessel (couldn’t be
arsed to make the journey without their normal chauffeur). Till
the next time...
Outside the Northy, left-to-right: Whaley, the PM, Chelsea Dom,
Rich, Roi, Lars, Daryl, Fatty Lol.
Picture taken by our man on the Ghost Ship...
Here’s the Dub City Rockers performing the sublime ‘Trojan
Strummercamp fest returns to Manchester Rugby Club (June 1st
– 3rd) featuring: The Jim Jones Revue, Dub Pistols, Rotten Hill
Gang, New Model Army, Goldblade and Neck. For full line-up details
and to purchase tickets go here.
April 9. The weekend’s Jolly Prankster gathering was as magnificent
as it was baffling. Brethren came in record numbers for the family
friendly knees-up deep in the unspoilt Sussex countryside. There
was a wealth of impromptu side-stalls including coconut shies,
darts, archery, plate-smashing, and the return of Septic Peg,
the notoriously inaccurate fortune teller who still looks uncannily
like Frankie ‘Boy’ Flame in drag. Frankie and Peg have never ever
been seen in the same place. We can prove nothing, but suspect
the worrying influence of Sharron Stiletto...
: Bad News Psychic
polishing the crystal balls in her pocket
And oh look,
here's her mother, Madame Strange
(runner-up Ireland's Best Bearded Lady contest, 1957)
The event began in earnest (a large man) at 1pm
on Saturday, with a formal ceremonial drill performed by the Norwegian
Blue Scooter Club riding in close order formation and displaying
their beautiful plumage. Then came a vulgar punk re-creation of
TV’s Britain’s Got Talent called Britain’s Got Bollocks, followed
by the usual old frolics: tug-o’-war teams, arm-wrestling, archery,
dwarf-throwing, close-up magic, boxing (amateur), pickpockets
(pro), busking and a display of synchronised in-door smoking.
The real highlight of the afternoon, however, was the appearance
of Terence Hayes (WM) before the grim-faced People’s Tribunal,
chaired by the brotherhood’s Secret Master, or SM. Tel, you will
recall had been temporarily stripped off his Perfect Master status
over the distressing Wok-Gate fiasco. Would his rule as Worshipful
Master end today too? The SM called for silence and, as a kind
of hush fell over the leading scholars, scribes and sages present,
the great man entered, wearing stockings and the kind of powdered
wig popular with men of substance in the 18th century. Tel opened
his mouth to speak... and then we were ejected from the tent...
Only twenty people know exactly what happened inside, friends,
but what is certain is a mere thirty minutes later, Terence was
carried out aloft on the shoulders of apologetic officials, his
‘PM’ status firmly restored and a new promise of a slap-up Chinese
banquet on the cards “as soon as finances allow”. The mood among
the waiting throng turned to one of jubilation and celebration.
Even Fat Col choked back a sob betwixt mouthfuls of hot, but untaxed,
pasty. As the ale flowed, Big Dan proposed a toast to absent Pranksters
(Piller, E; Geggus, M; Hallam, P; Van Frater, T) followed by the
Loyal Toast and then came the entertainers. The acts were marshalled
as usual by the Blackpool-based ‘Variety’ lodge, whose members
include comics, illusionists, show-girls, extreme jugglers, the
Flying Goldbergs (a kosher trapeze act), a self-styled Marxist
magician claiming to be the grandson of Harrini Transcendo, Le
Cabaret Dada, Oronoco the inebriated ice sculptor, the Hastings
town-crier, and the legendary Peaches Magoo whose intricate work
with an improbably large black pudding brought a tear to Sandra
Lane’s eye and a lump to Si Spanner’s Levi red-tags. Sadly, we
cannot reveal the exact nature of the events of the night to those
readers in a state of darkness, but even Lord Waistrel was moved
to apoplexy by what he termed “the ceaseless onslaught of vile
oafishness from a bunch of filthy degenerates.”
We particularly enjoyed the performance of Fat Col’s brother
John who had a shock of red hair – the main shock being that he
had brown hair before which he’d accidentally set on fire.
Guest of honour was Chenille Steele, the Chelsea-supporting glamour
girl who famously likes it “up the bum”. And if you’d ever wondered
what kind of face she’d pull during such a deeply dippy experience,
our picture is a (brown) eye-opener...
Naturally the crowd loved every minute. Amongst their number
were rude girls, blue girls, suedeheads, skinheads, herberts,
converts, Morris Men and their daughters, market porters, publicans,
hooligans, punks, drunks, fairground barkers, Mods in parkas,
ex-lags, old nags, retired blaggers, professional slaggers, hustlers,
rustlers, tattooists, cartoonists, Tantric sexperts, oi-oi experts,
the hooliganologist Cass Pennant, Del (our butcher), two Church
Of Oi vicars (actually one, but he is schizophrenic), three droogs,
two dog-faced boys, one boy-faced dog, nine London cabbies, all
talking over their left shoulders, and one Julius Caesar (poor
Big Jim had been told it was fancy dress). The evening finished
with a blinding Ska and Trojan reggae disco put on by DJ Dirty
Rob before the traditional ceremonial burning of the EU flag.
The match was supplied as is customary by René Artois de Besancenot,
leader of our dearly beloved French fraternal grouping Les Espiègles
Gais. As the foul traitors' rag burned, an actor from the current
cast of EastEnders (whose identity we will protect) performed
a dazzling recitation of several Garry Johnson poems. (Well it
was either that or doing the community service). Our thanks to
the good folk of Nobby’s Nosh who supplied the festive board -
a choice selection of English dishes ranging from stewed eels
to eh jellied eels via pie, mash and liquor. Unfortunately a hefty
hog which had been roasted on a spit vanished just before it was
due to be served (we have our suspicions). A special thank you,
too, to the old faces who put in an appearance including Barry
the Wise, Old Eric, Thailand Darren, Pete The Print, Quiet Dan,
Christine S, Robin Goodfellow, the Green Knight (aka Mad Mickey
Wharton) and Freddie ‘Explain this stain’ Brown. Lodges in attendance
included ‘Herbert’, ‘Variety’, ‘St George’, ‘2-Tone’, ‘The Ageless
Chaps’, ‘Chelsea’ and ‘Sedition’. The next meet is St George’s
Day (that Kent place). To order brethren! For England! For Liberty!
For Sandra Bigg! Step off with the left foot. So mote it be.
*The new Bob Marley film Marley is in cinemas from April 20th.
But making it was not without difficulties. Director Kevin Macdonald
was flabbergasted when he asked to interview the last remaining
Wailer, Bunny Livingstone only to be told Bunny would require
a million dollars upfront. He finally agreed to do it for a lot
less but turned up wearing a white field marshal’s uniform complete
with cap and brocade. Before talking Bunny pulled out a carrot,
which he proceeded to hollow out and fill with weed. “The herb
of the field is best smoked through the root of the ground,” he
observed sagely. Seen. And the heat of the chilli is best consumed
with the brew of the hop. Interestingly Bob’s early song ‘Terror’
is one of the rarest recordings in existence. Only three were
ever made, two of which were destroyed. Says The Beast, “Only
the first Gonads single, ‘Stroke My Beachcomber Baby’ is as rare
as ‘Terror’.” Released on our own Scrotum label, ‘Beachcomber’
is now regarded as the holy grail of record collectors. Only fifty
were ever made. The only person we know who has a copy is Fat
Col Gannon, who says he’ll let anyone hold it in their hands “for
£50,000 in cash no questions asked.” Yeah, but what about the
Talking of rare discs, we’ve just come across a Rico Rodriguez
single, ‘It’s Not Unusual’ from 1968 on the Pama label where his
surname is spelt ‘Rodrecez’. What’s it worth? No idea, it’s staying
at Nads HQ. To us it’s priceless.
Record news: out now, The Templars ‘Dans Les Catacombs Du Studio
De L'Acre’, the 20th anniversary edition of The Templars' oi classic
complete with a silver foil-stamped cover from TKO Records...the
bakers’ Dozen album ‘Nightmare In Red, White & Blue’... and on
CD and colour vinyl, the new album from Noise By Numbers called
‘Over Leavitt’ (Jump Start Records)... Joey Ramone’s second album
‘Ya Know’ will be posthumously released next month; the single
‘Rock n Roll Is The Answer’ is out on April 21st...The Bermondsey
Joyriders’ ‘Noise & Revolution’ album finally comes out in May...
Superyob will record a new album this year, their first with Lee
from Vas Deferens on guitar... and for the crustier among you,
‘Nostradamnedus’ from Icons Of Filth has just been re-issued on
Have a look at this geezer below. With that bald bonce and olive
green flight jacket he could be auditioning for the cover of Strength
Thru Oi! but it’s actually a 2011 shot of Steve Ignorant. We like
the poppy on his sleeve but wonder if it quite fits in with ‘Sheep
Farming In The Falklands’ ...
It’s only taken two months for Fat Col to work out that our new
version of ‘Stop That Drumming’ is loosely inspired (ahem) by
Laurel Aitken’s ‘Pussy Price.’ “So,” asks the fat man “Is Gal
saying that women’s nagging is the price men must pay for their
carnal delights?” The very idea! The Beast has moved quickly to
squash the suggestion, adding “Much like the art of Gilbert &
George, there is much more, and often much less, to the Gonads’
artistry than it appears on surface.” To discuss it further would
be, he says “to let the daylight in on magic.” Besides, he continued
“Paul Devine wrote the original words and he’s a right sexist
And now the exclusive launch of our Punk Rock Recipe Club. Every
week we’ll be unveiling the classic dishes perfected by various
punk rock herberts, starting with the secret, life-enriching recipe
for the Legendary Gonads Curry. Here goes: Heat four tablespoons
of vegetable oil in a large frying pan over medium heat; fry one
large sliced onion until golden brown, lower heat and throw in
four cloves, four cardamom pods, two star anise, four chopped
green chillies, four chopped red chillies, three tablespoons of
Madras masala paste and one tea spoon of turmeric. Fry for three
minutes. Add 500 grams of cubed beef and mix well; cover and cook
over a low heat until beef is tender. Uncover, turn up heat for
four minutes to reduce excess liquid. Add four tablespoons of
tamarind juice, salt and, if desired, one “depth charge” (tsp)
of Mad Dog 357 hot sauce. Heat through, garnish with chopped coriander
leaves and serve, with rice or fat chips, garlic naan and one
gallon of chilled Stella Artois. Enjoy! Dessert: 2/3 bottles Nuit
St George red wine, brandy, cigar. (Please note: for health and
safety reasons, this is the mild version.) Next week: Gal’s Spicy
Pie & Mash (as seen on ITV).
A quick shout out to our readers in San Francisco: the legendary
Skatalites play the World Beat Centre in Balboa Park this coming
Wednesday with the Delirians from LA, the SoCal Shocks Of Mighty
from Oceanside and San Diego’s Skarevolutionary Orchestra – three
bands at the jazzier end of skanking...
*HEARD in the Newbridge WM Club. Barmaid, rubbing Fat Col’s
belly: “Is that Carlsberg or London Pride, darlin’?” Col: “There’s
a tap underneath, love, taste it and find out.”
April 7. Here’s a quick update of what recordings you can realistically
expect from Team Gonad over the next two years. 2012 will definitely
see the release of our split e.p. with the USA’s mighty Uprisers,
blessed with two nifty new Nads anthems: ‘Glorious’ and ‘Beer
Can’. And, Martin Sporrell permitting, we’ll also get the first
ever recordings from Gal’s SkaNads side-project, a tasty four
track ep featuring four originals: ‘It’s Getting Harder’, ‘Tonight’,
‘Threes Up’ and ‘Avoid The Vexation Of Women’. This year could
also see us recording the Mutts Nuts Extra ep featuring ‘City
Of Bones’, ‘Shitty Town’, ‘Let Us Rise’ and ‘Punk City Rockers’.
FB was also trying to organise a Rarities collection before he
disappeared. (Said an onlooker: “It’s like he just vanished into
fat air”) however Fit Bird tells us that it’s now more likely
that the Gonads rarities will be issued as a series of four-track
eps starting next year, the first of which will feature the “brilliant”
‘Radio, Radio’, the original ‘Stroke My Beachcomber Baby’, ‘Filthy
Rich’ and the somewhat controversial ‘MacGonads’ Anthem’. Greater
Hits Volume Three will not be released until at least 2014 by
which time Fat Col reckons that, like the Nosher, you’ll be gagging
April 6. Right listen, the BBC are making a three part punk
documentary. If you’re in a band and are approached to appear
on it, be cautious. An assistant producer, as honest as a mafia
accountant, contacted Gal and told him they wanted to interview
him about Oi, “not Southall or politics, just the music.” They
came to film it this week. Guess how many questions on the music
there were. That’s right, precisely zero. But predictably Southall
and Strength Thru Oi featured heavily. The Oi archive footage
lined up the show consists of BBC news reports about Southall
and the Benny’s club punch-up of 1982 (South London v Harlow)
that featured on 40 Minutes. So the chance of their Oi coverage
being fair and balanced is also precisely zero. Says Gal: “Thousands
of trouble-free Oi gigs have taken place since then, hundreds
of Oi and Oi influenced bands exist and in some cases thrive the
world over, scores of great albums have come out, and yet all
these tits can bang on about is one poxy gig 31 years ago.” Yawn.
It’s not like anyone died at Southall – as they did when the Stones
played Altamont. Very few people even remember the tragic Who
gig in Cincinnati in 1979 when eleven poor sods perished. While
other forms of music have concrete links to Actual Murders (Biggie,
Tupac, Jam Master Jay, Soulja Slim etc etc) yet they consistently
get a much easier ride from the liberal media. So we’re forced
to ask: what is it about the white working class that they hate
It’s the big Pranksters Easter convention and scooter rally
this weekend, in ‘that Sussex place’. There will be a limited
report next week, brethren permitting. Terry Hayes, WM, seems
unconcerned about his appearance in front of the People’s Tribunal
tomorrow, however, and has instead been devoting his spare time
to meeting with Fat Col about a major new Oi initiative. The two
sages are talking about creating an “anti-establishment” event
open only to “proper Oi bands and fans”. Col tells us the word-of-mouth
gig will operate a strict admissions and bookings policy: “No
politicians, no media, no PC cunts, no toffs, no middle class,
no wannabe ‘stars’, and definitely no posers.” Says Terry: “We
want to take Oi back to what it was always supposed to be: working
class.” Their name for the event? The Just Us League. Their flag?
The cross of St George. Love it.
PS. Is this
where Tel got the inspiration for his pants pose?
Listen up: the East End Babylon screening at the KoKo in Camden
on 26th April will be your ONLY chance to see the Cockney Rejects
documentary before the summer. The film will have a limited nationwide
run at independent cinemas probably in June. Here’s Jeff and Mick
at Upton Park on Saturday announcing the West Ham players alongside
stadium announcer Jeremy Nicholas. Coach Wally Downes told them
he's a big fan! And with the luck of the Rejects, Reading FC won
Breaking news: both Gentleman John and Nacho Jase have been
cleared and have had their names removed from the Round-Dodgers’
List Of Shame. John wrote to the committee, stating his case most
forcefully. He argued: ‘Whilst I would agree whole hardheartedly
with the Top Three in your list - in fact Scoops did originally
tell me that after a brief court appearance in 1987 a condition
of his bail was not to go within 25 meters of a pay-bar – I would
like to make the following statement: Gentleman John is not a
round dodger, I do, however, believe in certain principles of
drinking: 1. Free beer does indeed taste better. 2. It is my duty
to drink the rider so not to offend the promoters 3. If offered
a drink I would not like to offend by refusing.’ All very reasonable,
we’re sure. He goes on: ‘I would go further and say that if you
stick me on the guest list for the next Gonads gig I will gladly
attend and prove without doubt I do not have round-dodging tendencies.’
That’s a done deal, John mate. Consider yourself on the guest-list
for April 27th at Camden’s Bar Solo (it’s free entry so it costs
us fuck-all). Meanwhile in an even more stunning about face, Nacho
Jase turned up at the Sandbanks Hotel, Poole on Monday where Gal
was filming a TV pilot, flashing a thick wallet containing more
cash than Si Spanner’s wall-safe, and offering drinks left, right
and centre. What more proof of his innocence do you need?
Nacho flashes the cash in round-buying extravaganza
In related Gonads news, the proposed Beer – The Opera project
may shape up to be an entire album. Meanwhile a decision on possible
Gonads US shows will be reached by next Wednesday, apparently,
as a complex transatlantic deal is thrashed out between Fat Col,
Max Morton and Dave Ellis of Skinflint Records. Chances of them
actually happening? 60/40 we reckon.
STOP PRESS 1: The original line up of Wolfsbane have confirmed
a nine date October UK tour: Leicester, Kendal, Liverpool, Rushden,
Sheffield, York, London, Glasgow and Bilston.
STOP PRESS 2: the legendary Freddie ‘Montego Bay’ Notes has
joined the bill for the London International Ska Fest.
Record News: Aussie yobs The Rumjacks have just released a lively
new single – ‘Crosses For Eyes’ b/w a cover of ‘Wild Mountain
Thyme’... The Harrington Saints/Booze & Glory split claret-coloured
vinyl 12" Single is out now on Pirates Press... The new Dualers
album will be launched on 5th May...Richmond thrashers Municipal
Waste have just released a free EP via Scion A/V... and here’s
the new Claypigeon
The poor old Nosher is suffering with a crippling cough (She
needs to gargle something – Mick). Fat Col hasn’t helped, two
hours ago he replaced her cough syrup with Ex-Lax. A cruel trick?
Maybe. But according to Col it’s cured her. She wanted something
for her cough, but I couldn't find the cough syrup,” he explains.
“So, I substituted Ex-Lax and told her to take it all at once.
You’d think Ex-Lax wouldn’t cure coughs but it does. Just look
at her. She's afraid to cough." Rim-shot.
Green Day will deliver Guns N' Roses' induction speech at the
2012 Rock and Roll Hall of Fame induction do in Cleveland on Saturday
week. Chris Rock will induct the Red Hot Chili Peppers, while
Public Enemy's Chuck D will do the honours for the Beastie Boys.
The great Small Faces will be inducted too, along with Freddie
King, Don Kirshner, and Donovan.
Anyone seen FB? Word is the FrankenSkin has eaten him...
April 4. STOP PRESS: The King Blues have split. The boys say
they have "taken things as far as they can go" and will release
one last album in July.
Buy stuff from The Skints here.
April 3. Hey you, don’t read that, read this – it’s the Gonads
mid-week picture gallery...
Here is Terry Hayes, WM, as you hoped never to see him. Tel
is fighting fit and ready to clear his good name at this weekend’s
Jolly Pranksters Easter Rally where he will face the People’s
Tribunal in the great wok-gate scandal. Tune back on Friday for
regular blog bollocks and a shock twist in the round-dodgers’
Gal’s solo single shock: rehearsals for the launch
party began this week even before he’s signed a recording deal.
Unfortunately the celebrations proved premature because Gal’s
personal manager, the aggressive Gooner Martin Sporrell is back
out of nick and has put a block on plans for a Spring release.
Evoking the spirit of Bernie Rhodes, Dave Long and Snaky John
of yore, Sporrell tells us he is “holding back till the time is
right, if it’s any of your fuckin’ business.” What a charmer.
However we can reveal that the four-track ep will be called ‘Skinhead
Lullabies’, it will be credited to the SkaNads and both Nick Welsh
and Jennie Bellestar will be involved in the project.
Woops. News that Gal’s 2-Tone book Dance Craze was
temporarily out of stock was not well received in West London...
luckily more will be available from the shop page by Monday.