The Apostles / Primal Chaos / Black Flag / The Heretics
Man about town, obscure punk enthusiast and general good guy, Chris Low late of Political Asylum, The Apostles, Oi Polloi, in the 1980’s and The Parkinsons in 1990’s, handed this tape to me on his birthday along with a load of others. I have uploaded this late because it is unfortunately been dubbed / copied onto tape by horrid mono means, i.e it only comes out of one speaker…bummer! Two other tapes Conflict at Brixton Ace 1982 supplied by Mark ‘Vegas’ Palmer starts off stereo then clicks into mono. Sadly to say Lugworm supplied a cassette tape recorded from Spaceward Studios of The Mobs LP recorded there. Not interested in The Mob LP as such but there is an alternative mix of ‘Stay’ which I was absolutely interested in. This track also plays on one speaker. Point of fact – nothing wrong with my cassette playback system!
Any how, I do not like putting up faulty or mono cassettes onto this site, but this has to be an exception because of the rarity value. The Apostles, Primal Chaos, Black Flag, and The Heretics all for the price of…well nothing. Not sure of the history of the tape, no doubt Chris will comment on it. Not sure of the line up, track listing or anything else. Again I hope Chris or his chum Nic will comment. On the B-Side of the tape is a Flux live gig and a Napalm Death practice. All I the info I got what was written on the tape itself, just band names basically. I actually have not heard this tape yet cos wifey needed me to do something so I just let it play…hope Bucks Fizz does not come on half way through the recordings!
Info from Nic:
The Apostles:
Pete The Plectrum (later formed part of ‘The Hunt’ on the first LP)
Some Men Are Born To Rule (the first song the group ever wrote)
Antichrist
? (This isn’t from this time period if I remember correctly – it features the drum machine: is it ‘The Island’, Chris?)
Solidaridad Proletaria (This is the original title at the time of recording: it was later changed to ‘A New World In Our Hearts’ and was re-recorded on both tape and vinyl)
Killing for Peace
Proletarian Autonomy (later re-recorded on tape and vinyl)
Time Bomb
Stoke Newington 8 (later re-recorded on tape and vinyl)
Primal Chaos – Rehearsal 1982:
Systems Slave (This isn’t part of their ‘Fighting for a Future’ rehearsal tape)
Black Flag – Rehearsal 1981:
The Master Race (Earliest version of this song that I heard)
Waiting for the All Clear (later recorded by The Apostles, but this version features Matt Mcleod on vocals
The Heretics – Rehearsal 1980:
No Character
Jake from Heretics on stage with Iggs of Crass 1979
The Heretics
Sam
May 9, 2008 at 12:11 am“and, looking at the list of UK No 1 singles for 1986, there were only 10 years between Anarchy In The UK and Nick Berry’s “Every Loser Wins”, Wham’s “Edge Of Heaven”, Chris de Burgh’s “The Lady In Red” and A-Ha’s “The Sun Always Shines On TV”.”
Good point!
Candy
May 9, 2008 at 12:20 amI’m gonna watch the bluebirds fly
Over my shoulder…
Penguin • Post Author •
May 9, 2008 at 12:33 amBet no one saw that one coming! Well done Candy…!
Jah Pork fear not…I do not own the material you listed, so those tracks will not end up on this here site of ours.
Although Chris Low would no doubt have the Chris De Burgh single as would Nic probably. They love a bit of mid 80’s pap. So if you are desperate for some Burgh action let me know and I will arrange.
jahpork
May 9, 2008 at 12:54 amCandy says… my very favourite Velvets song. And, of course, they were very much part of the soundtrack for 1980. White Light, White Heat. I’m Waiting For The Man. Venus in Furs. Sister Ray. European Son. Pale Blue Eyes. Sunday Morning. And, of course, the bleedin’ obvious one.
Then there were The Doors. The Crystal Ship, Alabama Song. Hearing Wank waxing lyrical about the Oedipus complex while trying to listen to “The End”. The hairs on the back of my neck still stand up every time I hear that electric piano arpeggio in “Riders on the storm”. Sitting round at 66a with that on the stereo, candles on, spliffed up, trying to work out Robbie Krieger’s jazzy chords. “No-one here gets out alive”. Very fucking prescient, Jimbo son!
And “One Rainy Wish” by Hendrix. Just beautiful. A mate of mine died (natural causes, not drug-related, which was quite a different sensation of loss strangely) 3 years or so ago, and he’d plumped for Castles Made Of Sand at his funeral. Just couldn’t understand him being that selfish when he had the album with One Rainy Wish on it :-). His missus had less taste than that though. She slipped a bit of Celine Dion on at the crematorium when she thought no-one would notice. Joyless tasteless bint!
martin
May 9, 2008 at 1:30 amhey chris when we first moved into 281 victoria pk rd, it was me olly,andy, hippy ken & nigel,that would of been around april/may 84, dunno where u got summer 83 from?
AL Puppy
May 9, 2008 at 1:37 amPIP – Jah Pork mentioned him somewhere up above this. Sometime around 1991/2 he went back to New Zealand. Pinki went to his farewell party. She came home a bit sad cos she thought the reason he was going back home was that he had AIDS. I don’t know if this was true.
There is a piece by Pip in KYPP 4, cut and pasted from a mag called Gay Noise about gay punks from 1981 which talks about the Campbell Buildings era. I will scan it and post it here, although all of the KYPPs are readable here in the Photos section. KYPP 4 is very interesting because it marked a shift – which we felt strongly at the time – there was a senses of regeneration in 1981.
Pip’s gay punks piece connected back to Campbell Buildings, back to the 1977/79 rise and fall of the London punk squatting scene – and the ‘Ants/ Tuinol/ Crass’ cover tag on KYPP 1. [Note – sure Tony told me he recycled an old OZ/ sixties counterculture mag article for the Tuinol piece] It is all a bit of jumble mixing in the Covent Garden squat, the Old Street Fire Station and St. Monica’s, Bob Short, the St. James Church/ Pentonville Road ‘Parallel Universe’ gigs, seeing the barracudas play the Hope and Anchor, 51 Huntingdon Street (where Pip lived), the Mob playing in the adventure playground on Parliament Hill Fields – having just moved to Brougham Road – to the first Wapping Autonomy Centre gigs in late 81.
As someone says up above, most books on punk focus on the bands and the music. They miss everything else, but it was the everything else that was ‘punk’. They missed – for example – the way Ripped and Torn and then Kill Your Pet Puppy were about more than just the music. One of the reasons why there is KYPP the Website is to change this – to be a record of our lives, our world. Not as nostalgia, but as a piece of living history.
To argue the Situationist angle, it is an attempt to create and record the histories of our individual lives and thus punk fuck the the Spectacle- as in : Society of the Spectacle 157
The lack of general historical life also means that individual life as yet has no history. The pseudo-events that vie for attention in spectacular dramatizations have not been lived by those who are informed about them; and in any case they are soon forgotten due to their increasingly frenetic replacement at every pulsation of the spectacular machinery. Conversely, what is really lived has no relation to the society’s official version of irreversible time, and conflicts with the pseudocyclical rhythm of that time’s consumable by-products. This individual experience of a disconnected everyday life remains without language, without concepts, and without critical access to its own past, which has nowhere been recorded. Uncommunicated, misunderstood and forgotten, it is smothered by the spectacle’s false memory of the unmemorable.
Candy
May 9, 2008 at 1:48 amIt’s a laugh though, innit?
Rich Kid
May 9, 2008 at 7:20 pmDid i get the piss taken outta me for liking the doors & velvets? Bloody hippie music.
Velvets still the best
I try to convince me nieces that there was a huge difference between punk & hippie .They dont get it..
Lugie you the little blonde haired guy who i thought my girl friend Caz fancied? Sos if I gave you a hard time mate. But well what to do? Its all very confusing
The riots were about sus but not just sus. Were the poll tax riots just about the poll tax?
I took the sentiments of white riot literally
ooooh gotta goooo..
Candy
May 9, 2008 at 8:14 pm“I took the sentiments of white riot literally”.
I know and I did too but I think the politics around at that time were probably inevitable, but ultimately blinkered and embarrassing in hindsight.
Sam
May 9, 2008 at 8:38 pmSorry…that was me. I’m not cross-dressing now.
Sam
May 9, 2008 at 9:28 pmOn a lighter note…some pieces of the true cross from 66A:
Gretchen in Wank’s room. His ‘God Save the King’ banner in background.
http://img91.imageshack.us/img91/6007/gretchtd8.jpg
Your knees Jake – from a sketchbook I kept at the time. Everything had a fucking caption. I think I’d recognize them anyway.
http://img367.imageshack.us/img367/7053/keef6vw7.jpg
This one is self explanatory. Probably chemically inspired but I don’t remember.
http://img354.imageshack.us/img354/2821/keef5hh4.jpg
Sam
Tony Puppy
May 10, 2008 at 12:32 amThis individual experience of a disconnected everyday life remains without language, without concepts, and without critical access to its own past, which has nowhere been recorded. Uncommunicated, misunderstood and forgotten, it is smothered by the spectacle’s false memory of the unmemorable
From AL Puppy’s post recently earlier
Reading all the posts on here then reading that, I am pleased that, despite all the hassle, I’ve set this site up.
The hassle continues, but it’s good for me to know that it’s not just me who has felt like this, and who has had these experiences and felt they were important. And felt cheated when this era was cut out of history.
And felt we had something to say, and found that on this site, people were saying it.
I’m getting problems when the site is down…but
Fucking hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I cannot believe we are getting away with it!
Rich Kid
May 10, 2008 at 9:08 amGlad its been worth it Tony D
Cheers for all your efforts
Candy in hindsight we can dissect it & yeah , its embarrassing.No doubt we’ve all got different angles on stuff now
But at the time it was the best game in town.
Now, we all like the quiet places.
Just talking to someone as ‘candy says ‘ takes me to the first time.
Me & wank persuede simon to take us to Roy Rats squat in Kings Kross.
Classic, that smell of neglect & a one bar heater always on
He did the honours
He said looking at me
‘everythings so heavy.’
He looks quizical.
‘maybe i’m heavy’
He seemed suspended in mid air at those bizarre junky only angles.
Me i gurgled
‘this, its THE drug’.
It aint PC but it was better than anything.
Candy reveal yourself or lead me not into temptation.
rich kid
May 11, 2008 at 8:16 amBlimey, it HAS gone quiet…
All good things come to an end
BTW just noticed not that the really important date at the top reads Heretics rehearsal 1980. Actually it was the year B4.
We’d already disintergrated by the end of the year.
Erm, I think.
Wasnt it Sam?
What a vivid collection this thread has become.
I just read the whole thing from top to bottom, kind of the whole era but at warp speed. Just how it was really.
Brilliant.
Sam
May 11, 2008 at 8:55 amHello I’m back. Had a gig in S. Carolina this weekend. Was a bit dull.
I revealed myself as Candy (Darling) a few posts ago. I posted as she by mistake.
I think we were still going in 1980 for a little bit. The Uxbridge gig was ’79. I remember phoning Anna up after the gig and we split up in November (just call me Rain Man). As a lot of the songs like ‘What did I Do’ were about me sulking about this I expect we did go on into 1980. Me and Crow were discussing it as a going concern when we moved into Campbell Buildings. I think he died in May. ‘No Character may have been recorded around this time. Social politics being what they were, me and Crow were best buddies and weren’t hanging about with you. You had formed an alliance with Dr Wankenstein and weren’t hanging about with us. I remember you’d both served your time at Campbell Buildings and weren’t going near the place. It’s amazing how fast things move when you’re that age. A couple of months later we all moved into 66A after we got back from Amsterdam.
rich kid
May 11, 2008 at 8:58 amMy folks,after 25 years away, have recently last year, moved back to their old house in W Hampstead. Im in their front room on the PC my mum valiantly struggles with.
So I, again, after 20 years or more of not coming to London much & the area where I grew up never, find myself in this surreal middle aged space of returning ‘home’.
And what with this bloggs added mayem its an odd headspace indeed.
Went passed St Monicas yesterday.
The plot, if it was the same place, is still derelict. Bizarre in the newly swanky Queens Pk.
Getting re orienatted with the area & London generally is strange as its packed full off memories that going east seemed to draw a line under.
Visually London is all pretty similar.Yeah theres the odd ‘tall’ here & there & it is alot cleaner.Or maybe just cleaner than Brighton?
66A is now gone but guess what, The Merc showroom opposite is a squat.
I know some folks in it .That is weird enough for me, having no connection with the area for so long but being connected via India & mates of mates to the squat opposite.
Camden Lock is now so commercial its untrue.
Portabello seems inoffensive.
Compendium gone, Rising Free, 121 ,
All the front lines disapreared long ago and the city itself has lost its edgeness.There no political graffiti anywhere.The whole town was plastered in it back in the day
Or maybe that memorys’ an age thing?
But it all looks the same.And I guess thts what makes London unique. Its topography remains intact but its culture evolves.
So im off to read the sunday papers, sit in the spring sun & listen to the sound of the suburbs; Black birds & Chaffinches tweeting in the braches & my dad singing ‘boiled beef n carrots’ a music hall song from his east end childhood.
Adios
Sam
May 11, 2008 at 9:15 amIt’s strange for me coming back to London now too. Si’s living in Harrow now and last time I was back I took the tube to W.Hampstead and visited my parent’s old place. My Mum moved to France after my dad died. Like you say…the same but different. What you said about ‘front lines’ is a good point. It all seems to be a housing market these days. The period we’re taking about was really the arse end of the industrial revolution. And I think Britain was still ‘Post War’. The eighties really marked the start of something different – for better or worse.
Jake – how did your folks manage to get their old place back? Me and Si went past your place on the same day we went to Acton. We walked around the school too which was being renovated but no one stopped us and we did a thorough tour of the place, much of which hadn’t changed a bit. We even found some old graffitti. Talk about surreal.
Sam
May 11, 2008 at 9:17 amOh and here’s my son JD dancing onstage in Nashville!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hvxinGKuf2c
rich kid
May 11, 2008 at 9:35 amMe old dear, walking stick in hand, has emerged..
Sam they got it back because they rented out. A wise move.
Another sound of the suburbs whilst sitting in their tiny patch of Garden.
Well me thinking I was the rebel, travelling was all part of it too.
But the predominant sounds of my childhood were the train, the tracks are just over there, & as i’d forgetten but am reminded of as sit outside, are the planes. Its constsant, on the heathrow circling path.
So there goes the rebel theory.
All I did was get programmed from birth to get on planes later!
Eeeh ooop
Great to see JD enjoying himself.
Its all about them now , eh.
rich kid
May 11, 2008 at 9:44 amSos to hear about your dad. I know u mentioned it earier. Tranfusion that got him? Terrible for those who didnt bring it on themselves. And your mums in France. I remember, was she French?
Sii’s in Harrow? Wild!
An Indian area now I think. Went to Kenton, god knows why I got no reason to be there but…a couple of years ago & I spoke more Hindi to the locals than English. Bizarre. Thats a change as it goes; its much more ethnically diverse. It was then, but its more so now.
I have been summoned for breky and as is the way now, its the old folks who have to be pandered to. Probably time to kip over your way?
Enjoy.
Sam
May 11, 2008 at 10:05 amYeah it’s 5.00am. I still get a bit wired after gigs. My dad got Hep C from a transfusion but, truth be told he was on a litre of Scotch a day since…God knows when. Mid-seventies probably. Plus (this came out after he died) he had a private deal with the local chemist to get pretty much what ever he wanted. Painkillers and Dexys mainly. So…the apple doesn’t fall very far from the tree does it? Probably shouldn’t be airing my family’s dirty washing here but he was out of his head through much of my childhood.
My Mum’s side were Austrian jews. They got out just in time. That’s another thing that’s changed. Swiss Cottage used to be full of them and related consumer products – bakeries and restaurants. My Grandmother used to have a very thick accent and all of you used to giggle when she’d talk. I miss embarrassed giggling.
Your parent’s fridge was always full of strawberry milk. And I remember the nifty seventies pull-down light above the kitchen table.
Nic
May 11, 2008 at 10:56 amThe changing topography does call forth a melancholic mood..
I’ve spent a few times recently walking around old haunts with friends and experienced the same emotions – all the same, yet all different…All the landmarks of our youth have been erased – all the venues, all the record shops and clothes shops, all the off-licences and the vast majority of the pubs – and in a short period of our own lifetimes too…Here in Birmingham, the whole face of the city centre has undergone a radical overhaul so that it almost feels like a new city…
I’m going out tonight to the last night of a pub which is closing for demolition (as the landlords can see the real estate potential)…I had my first ‘date’ with my good lady wife there, and tonight it will be full of people I’ve known for the last 25 years from the ‘Music’ / ‘Punk’ / ‘Hippy’ / ‘Political’ / ‘Drukg’ scenes…
The seeming de-politicisation of culture at the tail-end of the 1980’s put paid to ‘political’ grafitti..There are still a few examples left around Birmingham which seem incredibly anachronistic now (but also strangely uplifting)…
rich kid
May 11, 2008 at 3:37 pmYeah the Thatcherite/New Labour project has been a complete success.The commodity has taken its place at the temple alter.
There currency of political discourse has all but vanished.Its odd.Four us at least who grew up in a political climate.
Anarchism?
Nah, lets go shopping
Sam
May 11, 2008 at 7:45 pmOn the other hand you can view punks as the stormtroopers of what would become the eighties. Including entrepeneurial ideas about business and lifestyle consumerism. The big squatting areas became some of the first to be gentrified too. Squats / political bookshops / vegetarian cafes / healthfood shops / delicatessans / Tibetan clothes shops and wooden kids toys / wine bars…..I saw the evolution again and again. And like it or not we were all part of the process. One of life’s great little ironies…we all destroy what we love.
Sam
May 11, 2008 at 7:55 pmI need to watch it too. My dad was from Dublin and it’d break his heart every time he went back and some old landmark had gone. The London we grew up in must have been a different world from that of the late-forties or fifties. When did Kilburn become Irish? Probably with my dad’s generation. When did Brixton become black? Notting Hill? The cities we knew were Victorian inventions built to house industrial work forces, which don’t exist in the same way anymore. Our kids’ll be bemoaning the loss of theme pubs and Wal Marts probably. I have to say though, last time I went back I went to the Centrale cafe in Soho. I turned the corner to be met by a pile of bricks with a JCB sitting on top. My mouth literally hung open.
[Grumpy old man voice] “All gone now you know….all gone”.
alistairliv
May 11, 2008 at 8:37 pmBeneath the streets the fields. I lived for ten years on Brooke Road in Hackney. I found a book ‘London’s Lost Rivers’ and discovered that there had once been a Hackney brooke which flowed from Highbury down through Clissold Park, across Stoke Newington Common, along part of Brooke Road then around the edge of Hackney Downs, along Amersham (?) Road, crossed Mare Street near Hackney Central Station and wound its way down to the river Lea.
A bit more digging and I found histories of Hackney, Shoreditch and Stoke Newington – going back to the days when Hackney was an Anglo-Saxon village on the edge of Epping Forest.
When I moved back to Scotland, did the same – building up a picture of the landscape and of its history. see http://westlandwhig.blogspot.com for photos of a recent find – patch of once cultivated land now surrounded by a sea of heather and bog.
jahpork
May 12, 2008 at 12:16 am“Yeah the Thatcherite/New Labour project has been a complete success. The commodity has taken its place at the temple alter.
There currency of political discourse has all but vanished.” <- Jake
I remember us at the time thinking that the old divisions of left and right were no longer valid, and that it was turning into a straight fight between authoritarian ideas and ideas of autonomy at the opposite ends of a clock face.
I think that the Thatcher/Blair project has been amazingly successful at instigating a very controlling regime (certainly one of the most rigorous in Europe) while giving off the heady bouquet of “personal freedom”, “deregulation” and “stakeholding”.
The Terrorism Act gives police powers that the Special Branch could only have dreamed of in the 1970s. We have ID cards and biometrics coming. And we have more CCTV cameras than anywhere else on the planet. Students are roped into capitalism through incurring massive student loan and tuition fee debts. Ex-university dope smoker Jacqui Smith is pulling up the ladder on the tokers, while rich dinner parties in the nice part of Islington get through kilos of the Bolivian naughty-chalk per year. Boris bans boozing on public transport (one of the only pleasures of catching a nightbus). Demonstrations have to be approved by the police in advance. Plans may even still be afoot to lock up those designated mentally ill before they have shown any propensity to commit any offence (and that really *does* have some nasty overtones of some of history’s less salubrious regimes, huh?).
The reason people don’t have any political discourse, I think, is that there aren’t any democratic choices to be made between the parties. I think that the thing which has suffered (and whether this is a good thing or a bad thing I’ll leave up to you all) is a sense of legalism: our parent’s generation felt that laws were there for a good reason and whether one agreed with them or not, it was a good thing (for society as a whole) to obey them all. Most of the people I know these days are very much more selective about which laws they choose to obey and which they don’t.
jahpork
May 12, 2008 at 12:27 am“Our kids’ll be bemoaning the loss of theme pubs and Wal Marts probably. ” <- Sam
I think it was Baudrillard who said “The only real place in America today is Disneyland, because it’s the only place that isn’t pretending to be anything else”.
And that goes for Britain too, these days!
Everything refers to something else to get its meaning these days (the theme pub being the perfect example for me, as a recently ex-pisshead). Fashion, art, politics, music, you name it. Everything is a mere re-presentation of something else (hyphen intended). It’s nonsense on stilts. And has anyone else noticed that any trouble that the financial system has had over the last 10 years hasn’t been on direct securities like stocks and bonds, it’s been on derivatives (and the most recent slump is derivatives based on derivatives based on derivatives). What a nice little analogue of life!
Carl
May 12, 2008 at 9:27 amI like that, JahPork, the comment from Baudrillard ” The only real place in America today is Disneyland…”
I guess times are fluid, and that the things that happen 25 years ago just dont exist anymore, the likes of gigs in Church Halls, fanzines, a real subculture of youth…does youth as a subculture exist anymore…I don’t know.
As a political time, the late 1970’s and early 80’s , Britain was grim ! With the oncoming miner’s strike, the Falklands, …it was just a very different feel to it all…one that if you did not live through it, is possibly difficult to look back on and understand as history has now been rewritten that Thatcher did nothing but good for the country when in fact it was massively divided.
tonyb
May 12, 2008 at 9:43 amProblem with the idea of change is that the past COULD have been slightly better in some respects.
If you heard a conversation that went……:
“Fucking society’s shit now.They’ve brought back Capital Punishment,scrapped taxation completely,now there are no benefits for anyone,and a dentist or doctor is private only.There are no buildings in Britain other than shopping centres and new-build ‘affordable’ housing. All people do now is watch telly and eat….”
“Yeah,but our parents said the same thing”
….what would you think?
Yeah.Thatchers Britain was a fucking tea-party compared to now.
Its not that a kid wouldn’t want to start fanzine,form a band,or maybe rent a church hall for 4 quid and put on a gig him/herself.
Its that they’ve been programmed to not have any interests other than ‘get rich quick’,food,gadget consumerism.
jahpork
May 12, 2008 at 12:30 pmI think that youth as subculture exists virtually, these days. Youth probably communicates more words then we ever did 30 years ago. We communicated by meeting up at Rough Trade on a Saturday, and were very visible doing it! Today, everything is exchanged electronically. There weren’t any newsgroups, any chatrooms, any Facebooks, any text messaging. Just look at the red-faced tizzy that the Daily Mail gets in when someone discovers a website where teenagers are exchanging ideas on how to commit suicide, or how to further one’s anorexia. And the Flashmob and online music studios are great examples of how you can use this medium creatively. Plus, you only need to take a look at how the record labels feel about sharing music via BitTorrent to see a little bit of politics in action!
I think what is missing (as a number of us mention above) is the “romance” of being teenage in 1979: dark rooms in squats, that feeling of “us against the world”, being the first to have a new single when it came out, a surreptitious bit of creative vandalism in the name of anarchy, and the idea that you were upsetting someone when you walked down the street. Of course, if you’d asked us that at the time, we’d have denied it completely!
jahpork
May 12, 2008 at 12:43 pmDoes anyone else remember being at Campbell Buildings (or anywhere else for that matter) in late ’79 when, at a time when we were all shit-scared that the world was going to end by nuclear war at any minute, the sirens sounded?
I’d always promised myself that I’d grab the nearest willing female and go out with a bang, quite literally. But when it happened we all just sat there in shock, waiting for The Big One. We must have sat there for half an hour or more, just waiting to be vaporised. And nothing happened. Turned out they were testing the flood alarms and we hadn’t been told in advance. I always wondered if it was just that we were so insular there that everyone else in London knew about this test and we were the only ones who didn’t!
Just a quick reminiscence: does anyone else remember the squat in Archway where Pinki lived? Her ‘room’ was a large cupboard with a sloping ceiling, at its highest point about 4 foot off the floor. I seem to remember she had the walls covered in tinfoil too. There was a tall ‘skinhead punk’ called (I think) Gary there as well.
Just thinking about the Music Machine, a couple of things: the massive neanderthal bouncers with their winning catchphrase “Chain or glove?” if you got caught misbehaving. And a Spanish tourist encountering Crow while at a gig there, and being completely convinced that he was Sid Vicious… “Seeeeny? Seeny Reeshos? It is you? You are no dead? This ees the happies’ day of my hooooooaaaal life!!”
Carl
May 12, 2008 at 12:52 pmOne of the things I remember from the early 80’s was those “Government information booklets ” that were issued that in the event of a nuclear war , and you were caught out in the open…lie down !!..
Bloody hell , half the world would have been decimated but you would have been ok cos I found a small hollow in the ground to lie in …
It was not funny stuff, and now, one wonder’s about how close we all were to getting wiped off the planet. I do recall somewhere on this site that a programme was aired recently about the nearest that we got to midnight, I think AL may have written about it.