Archive for October, 2007

Brigandage – Demo – 1984

Tuesday, October 30th, 2007

Let It Rot

Ripped And Torn

Fragile

KYPP Back Issues

Monday, October 29th, 2007

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Ritual – Dead King – 1982

Saturday, October 27th, 2007

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Structure

Human Sacrifice

Playtime

Man Power

Portrait

Cult

Brides

Closedown

Effigy

Waiting For My Man

End Product

Mind Disease

Assassin

New recording below

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The Mob – Zig Zag Squat – Westbourne Park, London W11 – 18/12/82

Saturday, October 27th, 2007

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Another Day Another Death / Gates Of Hell / No Doves / Witch Hunt / Stay / Raised In A Prison / Never Understood

Text below rewritten from Sounds weekly music paper;

THIS IS SQUAT WE WANT!

Crass beat the system and play for free at London’s Zig Zag Club.

Zig Zag Club, London December 1982

Word was out early last week Crass (accompanied by several experienced squatting organisations) were occupying the Rainbow Theatre at Finsbury Park, and an all-day event was being planned for Saturday the 18th December. Short, but sweet . . .

Wednesday morning things had changed; Crass had been evicted and were searching frantically for an alternative venue. A hotline was set up and three days later, on the morning itself, the ansa-phone message was bold, clear and full of optimism: they were now squatting in the disused Zig-Zag club in London’s Westbourne Park, and from midday until late it was round to Crass’s new place, for the party of our lives . . .

‘Squatting this venue is not a last ditch stand to get a gig, the music business would love us all to be down at the Venue paying their bar prices: On the contrary, we hope that today’s gathering will provide inspiration and impetus to people everywhere to take similar opportunities and open up and take back the property that belongs to us all …

‘We hope that today we will be able to demonstrate that together we can begin to reclaim that which is ours . . . Freedom, free food, free shelter, free information, free music, free ideas . . . Freedom to do whatever doesn’t infringe on the freedom of others.’

By 2.00pm things were beginning to happen: a large group of people had already arrived and the free vegetable soup was on the boil and being distributed to hungry, happy young ragamuffins. Meanwhile down the Portobello Road, word was spreading like wildfire.

With no admission charge, no age restrictions and no dress regulations, the partygoers arrived in their hundreds; bags of chips, biscuits and all manner of booze piled up high in their hugging arms and rotting rucksacks.

As the first of many bands came on and the party really started to swing, police were waiting around outside, no doubt wondering just what the hell they ought to be doing about it all. Someone went in and gave them a leaflet, which they did seem to be genuinely interested in.

‘. . . We have not employed security today, and we believe that no security will be necessary … It is up to us together to make it work. Treat others as you would expect to be treated and leave the place as it was when you arrived. We can only claim the right to use places if we are prepared to take responsibility to see that they are well looked after. We are here to be creative; we can leave destruction to the authorities.

Everywhere the emphasis was on responsibility: posters cropped up all over the place encouraging the crowd to pick up litter, refrain from vandalism, and generally be sensible. It all seemed to impress the police who, putting an end to rumours of an imminent (unlawful) eviction / break-in, wandered off back to their station, leaving just a couple of friendly coppers behind to keep a (very) discreet eye on things.

… As the day turned into night, more bands took to the stage, some of them terrible and some excellent. People staggered around sharing food with complete strangers and getting drunk on free beer . . . When the Mob came on, the event became The Event.

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Everybody stood up for the Mob, and ‘No Doves Fly Here’ was the moment to treasure — the highlight of the day; They were wonderful.

By now the ‘house’ was packed, though not uncomfortably so. A rain of shredded Zig-Zag club tickets fell from the sky and the Poison Girls were doing whatever it is they do, which seems to be quite an acquired taste; although through the jubilant alcoholic haze ‘Persons Unknown’ just sounded so good, especially whilst persons unconscious lay slumped in exhausted heaps around the floor . . .

‘Anarchy In The UK’ exploded from the midst of Conflict’s opening tape, and my God, never before had it sounded so magnificently right.

The drunken hordes floated to the front and had a bloody great time, but this killjoy just couldn’t see the appeal apart from the brilliant intro to ‘Meat Means Murder’, and even the subtleties of that soon disappeared beneath the bewildering Conflict wall of noise.

So off they went while Flux of Pink Indians walked on and plugged in. An unusually murky sound tarnished their short set but, even so, the urgency and dynamic flexibility they’ve always possessed didn’t go amiss.

And so with the last of a genuinely harrowing succession of anti-nuclear films already screened, and with those mighty rows of peace / love / freedom banners hanging victoriously, proudly over the stage, it was soon time for Crass.

A woman’s voice boomed from the speakers denouncing the sacrifice of young soldiers to war and then, like the legends they most definitely are. Crass were bathed in a flash of dazzling white light while they exploded straight into a dizzy ‘How Does It Feel…’ For the crowd this was it, this was pure heaven.

Sure, with some notable exceptions, ‘Big A Little A’ being one of them, it was mainly a monotonous racket but. Christ, Crass were impressive, and so utterly spellbinding, even when making the most horrendous of dins. Style, charisma and sheer impact: believe me. Crass had it all, in bundles.

‘Do They Owe Us A Living’ sent the hordes into a final frenzied boil, and then it was all over. The phenomenon had become even more phenomenal, and the dream, the dream only Crass and their companions had held any faith in, had come completely, magnificently true…

Nobody was hurt, no-one suffered, nobody ruled and no-one was governed. For 24 hours Crass had achieved their much-ridiculed vision of a peaceful, creative Anarchy in the most fantastically triumphant, clean, efficient way anyone could have ever imagined possible.

This was truly a Christmas on Earth.

It won’t be forgotten.

WINSTON SMITH SOUNDS JANUARY 1ST 1983

After this review appeared in Sounds a disgruntled punk zine writer wrote in to Sounds the following week with a just observation…

“After reading Winston Smith’s article on Crass playing the Zig Zag club I felt I had to write cos if Winston is anything to go by only four bands played: The Mob, Poison Girls, Conflict and Crass, when in fact loads of other bands put in good performances — Omega Tribe, Youth In Asia. Apostles, Null And Void, Polemic and Amebix.

What was wrong with these? I presume he didn’t like them cos he didn’t mention them once in his article or isn’t it hip to write about smaller bands?

Also while I’ve still got my pen out I might as well tell you that the punk debate was shit. What the fucking hell were people like Beki Bondage and Mensi doing there? They’ve got nothing in common with punk, except their stereotyped image, unless you call playing the Lyceum etc for £3 ‘punk’?”

Nuzz (Verbal Abuse Fanzine)

Official Mob Site

Blyth Power – 96 Tapes – 1985

Saturday, October 27th, 2007

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Blyth Power – Coriolanus

Blyth Power – Smoke From Cromwells Time

Blyth Power – Chevy Chase

Blyth Power – Ffucke Masticke Room

Blyth Power – Goodbye General To Lose

Blyth Power – Under The Sea Wind

Blyth Power – The Rookery

Blyth Power – Probably Wont Be Easy

Blyth Power – Hurling Time

Blyth Power – God Has Gone Wrong Again

Blyth Power – My Lady’s Fortress Europe

Blyth Power – Emmanuel

Blyth Power – Some Of Shelly’s Hang Ups

This tape was recorded as separate tracks, the way I used to record the tapes way back when KYPP started off. I run out of time on the KYPP site uploading in this way and therefore just recorded the whole cassette by whatever band was being featured on the site later on… All photographs are from my collection and show members of the band in the basement of 96 Brougham Road in Hackney where the tracks that appeared on this cassette were recorded.

Blyth Power with  ‘A Little Touch Of Harry In The Night’, a strangely titled cassette influenced by the bard Shakespear on the wonderful 96 Tapes imprint straight out of Brougham Road in Hackney.  These tracks were all recorded underneath 96 Brougham Road with the help of Protag on the mixing desk. Not a lot of room under that house but the results are clear to hear on the tracks featured on this cassette only release.

The best cassette release on the label by a country mile and my favourite of all the Blyth Power material that was released from 1985 to 1987.

A Little Touch Of Harry In The Night (96 Tapes)

Thirteen hurtling songs, wrapped in a crew manual for a class 56 locomotive. What goes on here? Blyth Power has answers of sorts: ‘Just as Revlon killed the rabbits in laborotory tests / Surely we shall die of Sony Walkman video cassettes…’

In songs like the classic ‘Some of Shelley’s Hangups’ and ‘Under The Seawind’ Blyth Power’s slyly wise words ring as sharp and abrasive as their guitarist.

But elsewhere, well, many nights may well be spent in good-spirited debate centred around these strangely phrased tales of trains, mythology, history, cricket and metaphysics. And soon it may well make sense…

As we recall the guitar chopped, jagged rush of early ATV/Wire, we can also note just as often the small but vital debt owed to folk balladry by their jerky, midpaced gallops and Josef’s peculiarly English voice.

Blyth Power – raw and uniquely exciting – are as good as riding bikes, dancing until stupid, baking bread, or taking drugs, whatever is your kick. Or near enough at least.

Robin Gibson

Sounds – 2.2.85

Blood And Roses – Life After Death – 96 Tapes – 1984

Thursday, October 25th, 2007

Blood And Roses – Love Under Will

Blood And Roses – Tomorrow

Blood And Roses – Curse On You

Blood And Roses – Strychnine

Blood And Roses – Your Sin Is Your Salvation

Blood And Roses – Waiting For My Man

Blood And Roses – Louie Louie

A small selection of material from this Blood And Roses tape; the full tape can be heard by using the search function. 

Flowers In The Dustbin – Perverts – 96 Tapes – 1985

Wednesday, October 24th, 2007

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Flowers In The Dustbin – Vethixo Disco

Flowers In The Dustbin – Temples

Flowers In The Dustbin – Love Is A Bastard

Flowers In The Dustbin – Stranger…

Flowers In The Dustbin – Aim For The Sky

Flowers In The Dustbin – Cowboys And Indians

Flowers In The Dustbin – Last Tango In Veitnam

Flowers In The Dustbin – All Fools Day

Flowers In The Dustbin – Journeys End

Flowers In The Dustbin – Covent Garden

Flowers In The Dustbin – Slaves And Masters

This tape was recorded as seperate tracks. I run out of time on the KYPP site uploading in this way and therefore just recorded the whole cassette by whatever band was being featured on the site later on…

This Bitter Lesson – Value Of Defiance – 96 Tapes – 1982

Wednesday, October 24th, 2007

This Bitter Lesson – In The Eyes Of A Child

This Bitter Lesson – Untitled/Japanese Girl

This Bitter Lesson – Ode To A Trendy Nite Club

This Bitter Lesson – Your Legal Slaughter

This Bitter Lesson – Poison Policy

This Bitter Lesson – Living ?

Faction – Through The Window – 96 Tapes – 1982

Wednesday, October 24th, 2007

Faction – Intro/ Obligatory War Song

Faction – Heads You Lose

Faction – Love In A Trance

Faction – Another Pretty Face

Faction – Drowning Rats

Faction – Realization

Faction – All That Glistens…Listen!

A Touch Of Hysteria – S/T – 96 Tapes – 1983

Tuesday, October 23rd, 2007

A Touch Of Hysteria – Non Compos Mentis

A Touch Of Hysteria – The Lords Prayer

A Touch Of Hysteria – The Rulers

A Touch Of Hysteria – To Cross The Rubicon

A Touch Of Hysteria – Death Cart

Non Compos Mentis / The Lords Prayer / The Rulers / To Cross The Rubicon / Death Cart 

The whole uninterupted tape added to post 21/03/10


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