http:\/\/www.shit-fi.com\/Reviews\/IntheOldDays\/IntheOldDays.htm<\/a><\/p>\nAs naive constructs go, anarchopunk probably takes the biscuit. Built on the idealistic shipwreck of original punk ethics (themselves largely mythical and half-baked), hindsight has it that Crass and their acolytes injected said leftovers with a fundamentalist zeal, then drove them once more onto the rocks of uniformity and cult-oblivion. Seen through the cartoon lens of prepackaged, learned stereotype, it actually depends on your level of critical objectivity or, if a participant yourself, the color of your own hindsight, whether rose-tinted or best-forgotten. For children of the 60s like myself, the 60s themselves were best-forgotten; after all, by the time I was old enough to enjoy them, they were over, and punk proved a final escape from the sepia-tinged sterility of the 1970s. And then, suddenly, punk itself was \u201cover,\u201d apparently, its initial promise bought up and commodified. The young kids of 1980\u20131981 had become victims of the same con: by the time they were old enough to catch the wave, the tide had gone out again. Sorry, Punk\u2019s Dead, proclaimed the journalists, authorities in all beyond keeping themselves in a job. Ironically, the contempt displayed by the corporate music press\/industry for \u201cLast Year\u2019s Youth\u201d meant that anarchopunk thrived on its own, imposed margins.<\/p>\n
By donating cash for a proposed Anarchy (here, \u201cAutonomy\u201d) Centre in 1981, Crass were making a truly grand gesture, a repudiation of all that the likes of The Clash promised, but failed miserably to deliver. That the whole venture ended in ignominious, apathetic failure is no statement on Crass, or anarchopunk per se, but it was typically human and typically of its time, inevitable and incorrigible to the last. By seeking to realise the utopian punk dream of 1977, or their own perception of such, those behind the Autonomy Centre were inevitably doomed to similar failure.<\/p>\n
The Autonomy Centre was situated in a warehouse on Metropolitan Wharf in Wapping, a district of London\u2019s East End docklands. Crass used the proceeds from their \u201cBloody Revolution\u201d single to help set up what was to be London\u2019s first anarchy centre. It lasted from summer 1981 to early 1982 and was characterised, as quoted in George Berger\u2019s The Story Of Crass, by \u201can uneasy tension between old school anarchists and anarcho punks.\u201d<\/p>\n
Wapping, in those days, was a deadzone, a cross between Blade Runner and Stalingrad (after the battle). OK, I exaggerate: it was dominated by long, largely disused, wharves flanking the river and lined with derelict warehouses or storage depots. Gentrified\u2014sorry, regenerated\u2014in the late 1980s, it now has the Docklands Light Railway, its own small airport and a forest of glittering luxury flats, wherein Crass\u2019s noble ten-grand donation might buy you a doorframe, if you could live cheek-by-jowl with yuppies and city-slickers that is. Anyway, New Years\u2019 Eve 1981 promised a stellar line-up of The Mob\/Apostles\/ Null & Void\/Flack\/Blood And Roses and more. Entrance to the Autonomy Centre was facilitated by handy spray-painted\/stencilled circled-A signs (what else?) on walls and pavements, which gave the evening the air of an urban treasure-hunt, the code of entry to a secretive, exclusive society, unknown to the desultory trickle of festive revellers braving the icy wind. Originally, six of us were due to make this trip, but most wisely pulled out, leaving just me and a local skinhead mate (whose mum had once refused me and my sister entry to their house,shouting from an upstairs window \u201cYou\u2019re not coming in here looking like that!\u201d I quite reasonably asked if she\u2019d noticed her son\u2019s choice of attire recently). Anyway, on arrival in not-so-sunny Wapping we found a pub, hoping for a few festive pints amid a throng of boisterous, friendly East Enders, only to enter a musty vault wherein two very young girls, either drunk or deficient in the mental-health department, were vainly trying to chat up a barman ossified in repose over his beer-pumps. At midnight, a booze-sodden old soak in a flat cap crashed through the doors, claimed a pint, sat opposite us and proceeded to hawk up a lifetime\u2019s phlegm, discharging it squarely atop the end of a single cigarette me and my friend were just sharing and had placed in the ashtray before us. Happy New Year indeed. The girls giggled. Two of us, two of you, their eyes seemed to say, and we made swiftly for the door.<\/p>\n
The Autonomy Centre had a library of turgid anarchist tomes. (I\u2019d rather have seen The Dispossessed, or better still, say Atlas Shrugged, if only to provoke some debate\u2014anything but the simpering decay of damp conformity on display.) When I flicked through one lofty polemic and pointed out that the (WWI-era, Russian, and very dead) author had been a noted antisemite, a bearded anarchist calmly took the book from my hand, replaced it on the shelf, and walked away with a kind of contemptuous flourish worthy of a disgruntled feline. Luckily, the gigs themselves were organized by people like Andy Martin of the Apostles and the Kill Your Pet Puppy (KYPP) Collective, so there was at least some prospect. Only these two crews had the vaguest idea of how to liven up such a turgid miasma of smug, ineffectual tedium: Andy Martin & co via no-bullshit action, KYPP by vivaciousness and a colourful verve. Without them, the Autonomy Centre would have lasted a night and I wouldn\u2019t be writing this.<\/p>\n
I\u2019d like to finish with some great anecdotes, but there weren\u2019t any: half the bands didn\u2019t show up and most of those that did were unlistenable or forgettable. The beer went flat, then ran out. I eventually dozed off in a comfy chair, until my pal jabbed me awake at 7.30am with a pool-cue and, bleary-eyed, we got the first tube home. I do recall him saying \u201cThat\u2019s the last fucking New Year\u2019s Eve you drag me out of the pub.\u201d He\u2019s probably still there (I went another couple of times and it was much better, to be fair).<\/p>\n
Listening to this tape reminds me of a time (1980) when the original punks had died off\/sold out, but before the whole anarcho scene became labelled and codified. The bands are poorly recorded and largely formative in their delivery. \u201cConjure up\u201d is probably the right phrase, because it reminds me of autumnal, leafy Stoke Newington streets, dimly-lit and musty squats, the oppressive aroma of printers\u2019 ink at Kentish Town\u2019s Interaction. It evokes a brief period in time, one that I remember neither negatively nor positively, but merely as it was. Whilst basic and often inept, the bands herein are far from three-chord caricatures, the lyrics already somewhat inspired by Crass but not yet in thrall to what became a standard. Admittedly, a gig at the Autonomy Centre was a long way from Gen X at the Vortex, the Damned at the Marquee, the Clash at the Music Machine, but it was similarly a lot better than a 6 identikit leather\/bristles \u201cReal Punk\u201d Sunday night extravaganza at the Lyceum. Also, for all the rhetoric about \u201cblack-clad anarcho hordes,\u201d bands such as Rubella Ballet, Part 1, Rudimentary Peni, Blood & Roses, The Mob, Cold War, Committee, Omega Tribe, Apostles, Hagar The Womb, and Flowers In The Dustbin may have shared lyrical\/political\/social sentiments and stages with Crass, but they were vastly more diverse in everything from dress-sense to musical style than pop history pigeonholes them as. The other important thing to remember is that these bands formed an alternative network, away from the standard London music circuit of the Marquee\/Nashville\/Lyceum\/Music Machine\/Roundhouse\/Dingwalls, preferring instead cheaply hired halls and youth clubs without need of bouncers and self-aggrandizing promoters. There was no internet and no text-messaging, merely a small line in the general-listings at the back of Sounds, perhaps a flier in Rough Trade or Kensington Market if you were lucky, then a quick look at the London A-Z, 4\u20136 bands for 50p\/\u00a31, a long walk from the nearest tube station, cans of beer from the local offy, always someone selling their latest fanzine from a plastic bag, then more often than not a long walk home after the last train.<\/p>\n
This tape was recorded \u201clive\u201d (ostensibly) at the Autonomy Centre by Rich G (aka Scarecrow of the Scum Collective) and compiled by Andy Martin. I picked it up from Big Banana Products last year. Perhaps it\u2019s a reissue (like many BBP listings) of an old title, or maybe a recent compilation from newly discovered archives.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Just found this review\u00a0 of tape on site called www.shit-fi.com AL Puppy V\/A\u201cIn the Old Days! 1980\u20131982\u201d Cassette (Distributed by BBP) by Mike Clarke http:\/\/www.shit-fi.com\/Reviews\/IntheOldDays\/IntheOldDays.htm As naive constructs go, anarchopunk probably takes the biscuit. Built on the idealistic shipwreck of original punk ethics (themselves largely mythical and half-baked), hindsight has it that Crass and their […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[12],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-392","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-al"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/392","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=392"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/392\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6873,"href":"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/392\/revisions\/6873"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=392"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=392"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/killyourpetpuppy.co.uk\/news\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=392"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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