Punk Rock That’s Yer Lot!

We’re not usually one’s for punk rock nostalgia here (there is some punk rock nostalgia here by the way) but we picked up this fanzine on ebay the other day for just over a tenner. It was something we can remember from the time it was featured in an NME feature on fanzines around 1977/78 and the cover image has always stayed in our memory.

We love a good fanzine here as you know and this is an excellent example of one (this one features The Clash, Sex Pistols live at Notre Dame Hall plus an interview with Howard from The Adverts and lots more) especially with an article entitled Music Papers… Will they ever take over from fanzines?

But we were very shocked at the hostility aimed at its readers from its editors (below) as “It’s just not cricket” as they say. We’d also love to know the relevance of the “Any of you xxxxers want to become film stars and/or lend equipment. Ring Rough Trade and leave a message”. Wonder what’s that about? And shock horror the Roxy is playing funk and heavy rock, gawd help us…

And on that note we will drink some more cans of strong lager, (try to) do the punk kicking dance and then go to bed feeling sick at 9pm. Punk Rock that’s yer lot! #gardeningsnotdead #shortwaveradiosnotdead

Said I’m a council man. And I’ve got (no) work to do

Percy

Sounds from The South 10 – Never mind the Council
Our contribution to The Dirt this week is about meeting a couple of those Sex Pistols fellows while working as a council gardener in West London in the 1980’s. Tune of the week is from the great U-Roy & The Gladiators called Natty Rebel.

Have a listen on play again when it’s up later this week (5th October show) here (Sounds from The South is usually around 10 minutes in), alongside more gardening related stuff including funerals, morrisons, squashes and a tale about one of The Smiths. Cheers again to Si, Ricky and Paul!

That’s just reminded me, years ago I was told by a bloke who I doing an apprenticeship with (who wasn’t the full shilling on thinking back) that his brother was a mechanic who got a call one day in December 1977 to a coach that was carrying a famous rock band that had broken down on the motorway just outside Coventry.

He told me that when his brother went to fix the coach on the hard shoulder, it was the Sex Pistols and that all the band and their entourage were all dressed in “normal” clothes (flares, star jumpers and hair like Noel Edmonds etc) and all the punk stuff was “just an act.” Briliant, this rates as one of the best stories I’ve ever been told! But please don’t tell that to the dog-collared fashionista I seen at London Bridge station the other morning.

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