Saturday, December 07, 2019

Gig Review: Wonk Unit + Laserchrist at The Star & Garter, Manchester

 


Sometimes a night out just escalates.

Saturday 8th December 2019 was one of those nights — when Wonk Unit and Laserchrist took over The Star & Garter in Manchester, and everything descended (or maybe ascended?) into a sweaty, glorious mayhem. I went with Rich and Garry (always a recipe for something), catching the train from Rhyl, and by the time the night was over we were moshing, drenched in beer, and... maybe a tiny bit tipsy.


πŸš‚ The Journey

We kicked things off catching the train from Rhyl — excited, fresh from our yoga session and drinking herbal tea, and ready for whatever Manchester could throw at us. The Star & Garter, nestled behind Piccadilly Station, is already a venue that feels like it’s held together with spirit, electrician's tape and sweat — the perfect backdrop for what was to come.


πŸ”Š Wonk Unit: Punk with a Personal Touch

Wonk Unit don’t just play gigs. They create punk-powered parties that blur the lines between performer and audience — just don't ask to be on the guest list. We somehow ended up chatting to Alex, the band’s charismatic frontman, and when he heard we’d be bailing 20 minutes before the end to catch the last train, he literally rewrote the setlist on the spot to include the songs we came to hear. Absolute legend.

The set was chaotic, funny, loud, and full of heart. Moshing broke out, stage-diving kicked off, and somewhere in the madness, someone dressed as a man-sized pigeon started dancing in the pit. There's apparently video evidence out there... unless the herbal tea was a hallucinogen one (Tesco's finest).




πŸ’₯ Laserchrist: Angsty Hardcore Fire

Laserchrist were a perfect support act — pretty well spaced out songs, as in, good spaces within their songs (does that make sense?). Their American-style hardcore sound had a dogged punch with memorable tunes. Definitely worth checking out their ‘DIY-Bother EP’ if you like fast, emotional, raw (almost) hardcore punk. They had the crowd riled up early and set the tone for the night ahead.




🍻 The Aftermath

Did we get too drunk? Yes. Did someone throw up? Probably. Did we care? Not one bit.
This wasn’t just a gig — it was an experience: part punk show, part social experiment, part drunken odyssey. It had heart, laughter, bruises, beers, and a pigeon. Everything you want from a proper underground show. Somehow, I don't know how, we caught the last train home.
When you wake up the following morning and you can't see properly, you know it's gonna be a pyjama day.


Would I do it again?
In a heartbeat.
With water next time.

Saturday, November 23, 2019

Live Review: Crows at Sound, Liverpool

Saturday nights in Liverpool rarely disappoint—and this one was no exception. On November 23rd, 2019, I caught London noise-merchants Crows down in the subterranean sweatbox of Sound on Duke Street, and what followed was a thunderous, unforgettable night of dark post-punk energy and claustrophobic atmosphere. Hull outfit Lumer handled support duties, and afterwards, we decamped somewhere completely unexpected—trading basement chaos for a spiritual night at what’s widely believed to be a former monks' retreat.

Lumer opened the night with a set leaning heavily into the stark, melodic end of post-punk. While they didn't quite detonate the room the way the headliners would later, they served up plenty of sharp moments—occasional blasts of angular keyboard, an unrelenting bassline, and a brooding, Black Rebel-style sneer that thawed out the early crowd nicely. They didn't steal the spotlight, nor did they need to, adding a distinct, wintry edge to the bill—with their track ‘White Tsar’ (a recent single at the time) standing out as an early highlight.

From the exact second Crows hit the stage, the entire molecular structure of Sound’s basement shifted. Dark, intense, visceral, and completely magnetic, frontman James Cox and the band commanded attention with every note—prowling the low-ceilinged space like they owned the deeds to the building. Their set was tight, fierce, and wholly immersive: guitars buzzing with jagged urgency while the rhythm section pulsed beneath like a migraine you actually want to have. Their debut album, Silver Tongues (released earlier in 2019 on Joe Talbot of IDLES’ Balley Records), was delivered in all its hypnotic, unrelenting glory. There’s a real art to how Crows balance the raw with the refined—it’s properly noisy without ever descending into a sloppy mess, deeply atmospheric without feeling detached or aloof. You aren't just watching them; you’re locked inside the noise with them on every beat. In short: they were ace—in a genuinely cool, zero-bullshit way.

After the ringing in our ears subsided, we headed out to the leafy suburbs to spend the night at Childwall Abbey, a proper hidden gem tucked away next to All Saints Church. Rumoured to have been a medieval monks’ retreat—and dating back centuries as a historic coaching inn—it now offers rooms for weary travellers, providing the exact right kind of monastic calm after the sensory assault of Duke Street. Old sandstone walls, quiet halls, and an air of serenity wrapped up the night without a single guitar feedback loop in sight.

Loved the whole night from start to finish—even if I came perilously close to christening Crows' merch table with an entire pint of beer (a rookie error narrowly averted). Sound remains one of Liverpool's finest grassroots spots: a proper gritty basement venue for the live noise, paired with craft beers and great pizza upstairs to soak it all up. If you ever get the chance to catch Crows live—especially crammed into a low-ceilinged room like Sound—don’t even hesitate.




Tuesday, November 12, 2019

GIG - Girl Band @ Bi Nuu, Berlin


Tim, Mic, Sync, Carlos, and I flew into Berlin from Budapest nursing the kind of thumping, industrial-strength hangovers that make you glad to be dead. Only the day before, we’d spent three blissfully otherworldly hours parboiling ourselves in the outdoor thermal waters of the SzΓ©chenyi Thermal Bath -all neo-baroque yellow walls, steam rising off the water, old boys playing chess in the shallows and Instagram girls showing off their assets - before completely undoing any health benefits by drinking ourselves silly at Szimpla Kert, the legendary ruin bar that feels as though it was custom-built specifically for people like us.

Anyway, Berlin beckoned - and upon landing, we tentatively worked our way through a string of local bars in search of the elusive hair of that particular dog. Sync wasn't really keen on seeing Girl Band, his throbbing head fighting him every step of the way - though once properly lubricated with a few German pilsners, he finally saw sense.

We met up with Nic before the show, was great to her after such a long time. She kindly chaperoned our battered crew down to the venue - the cool, subterranean Bi Nuu tucked right underneath the Schlesisches Tor U-Bahn station in Kreuzberg. Fresh off releasing their ferocious second album 'The Talkies', the Dublin four-piece were operating at peak sonic violence on this tour. This live show was less like a standard rock gig and more like surviving an industrial techno rave played on mangled guitars - an overwhelming physical assault where Alan Duggan’s shrieking, pedal-mangled noise collided with Dara Kiely’s unhinged, breathless delivery, looking like he was wrestling invisible demons mid-sentence.

Inside Bi Nuu, it was nothing short of a mind-melding experience of soaring sound and vision, delivered straight to the chops with zero mercy. Those tectonic, techno-adjacent rhythms rattled right through your ribcage, turning every lingering Budapest hangover symptom into pure adrenaline. It was intense, claustrophobic, and utterly transcendent - the exact kind of sensory overload that reminds you why live music beats everything else hands down.

I'm sure I took some pics but maybe not as we were locked right up close to the sheer physical friction of the performance.

The next morning brought an unforgivingly early rise and a dash by taxi back to the airport - where we bumped into Jamie Oliver of UK Subs on the plane. It was great to catch up with our former drummer (back in the Braxton Hicks days), even if his tenure behind the kit did only stretch to four whole songs! (that story is here)



Thursday, October 03, 2019

🎸 Gig Review: King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard – Victoria Warehouse, Manchester


πŸ“… Date: 03.10.19
πŸ“ Venue: Victoria Warehouse, Manchester
πŸ‘₯ With: Tracey, Alun Beans, Jxhnno Entity
🎢 Support: Stonefield (AUS)


Went to see King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard at the Victoria Warehouse with Tracey. In theory, it should have been a full-blown psychedelic voyage. In reality? Felt a bit more like I had stumbled into a party I was not invited to. Do not get me wrong - the crowd was buzzing, the visuals were wild, and the band was tight - but something did not connect. Maybe it was me. Maybe it was them. Or maybe it was their schizophrenic setlist.

What I wanted was that hypnotic, loop-heavy drive like you get in their track Rattlesnake - trance-inducing psych rock with grit. But instead, the night turned into a sonic smorgasbord. Gizz (ooh matron!) leapt from one genre to the next like they were flicking through Spotify with a broken skip button. Psychedelic jam? Check. Microtonal madness? Sure. Suddenly some thrash metal? Why not. Then a jazzy breakdown. It was all technically impressive, but emotionally a bit... disconnected. I felt like an outsider - gatecrashing someone else's inside joke.

One genuine highlight was catching up with Alun Beans (yes, that crazed Seagull Kinevil guy from the Valleum capital of the world, Amlwch) and the tattoo gangster of Trearddur Bay, Jxhnno Entity. We hung out for the support act - a stoner-psych band from Australia called Stonefield. Tight musicianship, cosmic energy, and a drummer with serious presence. They nailed their set with a confidence that made them feel right at home on that big stage. In contrast to Gizzard’s genre roulette, Stonefield brought focus, groove, and atmosphere. They stole the show, in my humble, slightly disoriented opinion.

Maybe it was not the gig I wanted, but it was still a night out soaked in sound and soaked in rain - because, Manchester. It is always good to feel bass in your chest and hear guitars that sound like they are melting. Would I see King Gizzard again? Maybe. But next time, I will pray to the psych gods for a set that holds its ground instead of sprinting in every direction at once.

Were you there? Got a different take? Drop your thoughts below. More music misadventures to come - stay weird.

Friday, August 23, 2019

Rabo De Toro – Rabo De Toro - album

 

Today, Bangor’s own Rabo De Toro crash onto the scene with their self-titled debut album, released through Link2Wales Records. It’s a record that doesn’t so much introduce itself as kick the door down, light a fire in the corner, and dare you not to join in.

Opening track Fake News Knobheads sets the mood from the very first riff — sharp, snarling, and full of scathing wit. What follows is ten tracks of raw, unfiltered energy: Bound By Woodbines, Fast Fake Pisstake, Hello Stupidity, Circus Atari, and more, each one bristling with humour, venom, and a healthy disregard for the rules.

Yes, it’s punk — but not punk as you know it. There are shades of Sleaford Mods in the sneering vocals, flashes of Bad Brains in the frenetic pace, and hints of Gogol Bordello’s ragged chaos. Just when you think you’ve got the measure of it, the band flips the table with a grotesque, brilliant cover of Russ Abbott’s Atmosphere — the novelty disco hit reborn as something darker, funnier, and far more dangerous.

What makes Rabo De Toro so compelling is the balance of anger and absurdity. The riffs are jagged, the lyrics bite hard, but there’s always a wink behind the sneer. It’s an album that can make you laugh, rile you up, and maybe even inspire you to smash your local government office windows — before planting flowers in the rubble.

As debuts go, this one doesn’t just land — it detonates. With Rabo De Toro, the Bangor mischief-makers have released a record that’s brash, fearless, and impossible to ignore. If this is day one, the future promises to be loud, chaotic, and a hell of a lot of fun.

Friday, August 16, 2019

Tour Diary: Iceland Is Brutal, America Is Worse

 

πŸ“… August 14–16, 2019

✍️ Spam Javelin on Tour




Wednesday, August 14 — Iceland: Land of Fire, Ice & Financial Ruin

“Fuck me, Iceland is expensive.”

That’s the quote of the day, folks. £32 — yes, THIRTY-TWO POUNDS — for two soups, a pizza slice, and three drinks in Reykjavik. Welcome to the financial apocalypse with scenic mountains.

The weather? -7°C with a North wind slicing through your soul. It’s too pricey to take any excursions, so we’re stuck kicking around the sanitised airport and watching our funds die slowly, like a Nordic noir episode in real life.


Thursday, August 15 — SPAM JAVELIN IN THE USA  (Sort Of...)

“Shit a brick.”

We nearly made it into the USA. Instead, we got a free bonus day courtesy of time zones and U.S. Customs and Border Protection.

Apparently, we’re so punk rock that Homeland Security wanted in. We were detained, interrogated, and somehow they knew everything — even what songs we were playing. I didn’t know they had bootlegs of our setlists.

Long story short: they didn’t like the answers, or maybe the band name (🀘), and we got put on a plane BACK to Iceland. No gig. No pay. No love.

To Trump's America, from us:



Friday, August 16 — Viral Weirdness

Slept surprisingly well after all that — still trying to figure out what the hell actually happened in Minneapolis.

Turns out, we went viral.
A PR firm from Nevada offered $5K* for the rights to the whole story. Not bad for getting deported. Half the internet thinks it’s fake news — the other half wants the merch.

Meanwhile, we’re sat here wishing we were playing in Oshkosh tonight.

*oh ok... Phil at Louder Than War said he'd give us some headlines if we sold our souls to him
READ ALL ABOUT IT HERE


Takeaway of the Week

Bring extra cash.
Maybe avoid countries with Homeland Security.
And always, always keep the camera rolling — because this shit sells.


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Wednesday, August 07, 2019

The Alarm - Mike Peters interview


(orig posted on ReviewsSTL.com) by Rob Levy (check out his great show Antics on Louderthanwar Radio)

Mike Peters is more than a songwriter, singer or frontman. He is a survivor. Founded in 1981, his band, The Alarm, is an extension of his very being.

Creating a body of work that draws inspiration from the culture of their native Wales as well as the world around them, the band has persevered onward at a time when many of their counterparts from the 1980s and ‘90s have collapsed or simply faded away.

Drawing influences from folk, punk, post-punk and rock, The Alarm have never recoiled from making accessible music, including such popular songs as “68 Guns,” “The Stand,” “Spirit of ’76,” “Strength,” “Brighter Than the Sun,” or the MTV friendly, “Rain in the Summertime.”

Their lyrics mesh the socially conscious with the personal. The Alarm are also a band who are equally comfortable making music that is at times both expansive and intimate. Guided by Peters’ pen and panache for engaging his audiences, the band remains fearless in making music on their own terms.

Since their formation, The Alarm have done pretty well for themselves, securing opening gigs for Bob Dylan and U2, receiving steady college radio support in America and creating their own ongoing festival, The Gathering. They recently scored their first number one record in the UK with their latest album, Sigma.

If that was not enough, The Alarm are being discovered by a new generation of fans, especially Brandon Flowers of The Killers who recently covered the band’s “Rain in the Summertime” during a June gig at Cardiff Castle, with Peters looking on.

One reason for their ongoing success is Peters’ ability to tap into the pulse of their fanbase.

Having cultivated a loyal following for nearly forty years, The Alarm are returning to a city that has always welcomed them with open arms for a show at Delmar Hall on August 12th.

Peters discussed The Alarm’s longevity, loyalty and having a hit record with Review STL.

How did this tour come about?

“It was rooted in the history of our band really. We played a lot of shows with Modern English in the Eighties and Jay Aston from Gene Loves Jezebel I’ve known for a long time. I’ve always admired those bands since they were still making new music. I just thought it would be a great opportunity to go out as a trio to show people we are all still engaged and moving forward creatively and artistically. Going out together we can still honor the history of our bands, of course, and also showcase what we’re known for beyond the shadow of massive hits that we all have under our belts. It’s been terrific. We know each other. It’s great fun. There’s camaraderie between the bands.”

How is making music now different for The Alarm as opposed to when you first started out?

“Back then music was very underground. It wasn’t about success or having hits, it was about being hip and being at ease with your audience and being a part of their lives by staying true to the principles of the band. Now the music industry has moved on. Music is driven by success and numbers now. I don’t think that is what any of us (on this tour) aspired to when we started our bands. It was all about let’s look cool, let’s sound cool and do the right thing by our audience and be real. Our success was in longevity, staying the distance and having the survival instinct to keep going. Today our music is still being heard, still being discovered and is still relevant. We still have a story to tell. We are very much alive and kicking.”

What are some of the interactive things you are doing for this tour?

“The stories and the music carry us on. We are using all the modern means of communication, with our audience. We’re running a podcast series on this tour that goes out live daily. We are going out live on Facebook. It’s not just what happens live on the stage. For this tour, we have a friend of ours who comes on stage and talks to the audiences between sets by the bands. Today, music is omnipresent; it is everywhere, it’s in the background, it’s in the foreground, it’s just not in the underground like when we first started. So, we have to be in touch with our fans as much as possible.”

Can you comment on the special relationship The Alarm has maintained with their fans?

“It goes back to longevity. It’s always been at the core of the band. One of the challenges of the 1980s was that when we wanted to send a message out it had to go through a third party. You’d have to send the press release, then someone would write it up their own way, sometimes in not the friendliest way towards us, and that painted a certain picture to an audience. Nowadays, with the internet, we can talk much more clearly. Back in the Eighties, we set up our fan club, although I never really liked that word, to give us a voice to our audience. I liked to write letters back to everyone who wrote to us. Then, in the 1990s we had an open phone line where the fans could call in and voice their opinions. Again, I think that this interaction really helps inform how we approach our music, our life, the setlists we choose and the songs we make.”

This culminated with The Gathering, right?

“In 1992 we created an event called The Gathering, in Wales. We told fans we are not going to go on tour, you’re going to have to come to us and we’ll play everything you could possibly want to hear. It became a magical physical manifestation of our online presence. Fans came from all over, from America and Europe and Asia and we all had a strong bond together through the music of The Alarm. That has kept our audience intact and kept our ability to make new records because we’ve always nurtured an audience that’s wanted to know what comes next. They are as interested in what’s coming around the next corner as I am. That comes through communication and being able to talk to each other and share a vision and listen to each other. I think that is really important.”

What was the process of making Sigma like?

“It has been an interesting time. I was diagnosed with Leukemia in 2015, and my wife was diagnosed with breast cancer in 2017. A lot of music came out of that. Probably because I found myself in some quite intense personal situations. I didn’t have an instrument outside the surgery with me, so I wrote keys in my phone along with streams of words. It was only when we came through the darkness of those times that I showed them to my wife, who said she thought I had enough material to make an album. She was right. That is where the album was born. I had originally decided to make a double album but decided instead to release two albums a year apart, Equals and now Sigma. They are very much a prequel and a sequel. They are very deep. I think that they reflect some of the life challenges that I have gone through and when we play those songs live, they seem to go over amazingly well. Sigma has gotten the best reviews in the history of the band for a record. It seems like a new day for us!”

What has the experience of having a Number One album been like?

“It’s been exciting to put it out and see it go onto the charts and having the fans come and want to hear it. They are more concerned now about what songs we are going to play off the new album than the songs we are known for. That is sort of liberating in its own way. Now our job on the road is to find that right balance to show off what we are all about today but also demonstrate where we come from.”


Saturday, August 03, 2019

The Trials of Cato: on Adam Walton - BBC Radio Wales Session


Rising folk trio The Trials of Cato appeared in session on Adam Walton’s BBC Radio Wales show, a key platform for emerging Welsh talent. The broadcast came during a breakout period for the band, just months after the release of their critically acclaimed debut album Hide and Hair, which would go on to win Best Album at the BBC Radio 2 Folk Awards.

Formed by friends Tomos Williams, Robin Jones, and Will Addison, the band began life in Beirut, Lebanon, where the trio lived and worked as English teachers before returning to the UK to pursue music full-time. Tomos and Robin both hail from Rhosllannerchrugog, near Wrexham, grounding the band’s international trajectory in North Wales roots.

Known for their powerful musicianship, sharp songwriting, and a modern take on traditional folk, The Trials of Cato’s music quickly gained traction across the UK. Their appearance on Walton’s show — long respected for supporting independent Welsh artists — helped further cement their reputation as one of the most exciting new acts in the genre.

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Sunday, July 28, 2019

Pre-gig Preparations (the storm before the calm)

 



“Sunday Bloody Sunday.”
July 28th. A date that should carry quiet reverence — Dad’s 72nd birthday. But of course, it’s absolutely pissing it down. A classic British summer day: soggy, grey, and thoroughly determined to ruin whatever sentiment tried to survive.

The roads are soaked. “Driving rain” — the kind that turns windscreens into aquariums. Dr Foster’s fucked off to Gloucester — or Glouster, or however the hell you spell that bloody place. Doesn’t matter. No one cares but Google Maps.

Sunday starts at Zip World of all places. A breakfast amid screaming zip-liners and overpriced toast. Thumbing thru Fortnite comics with Charlie and Marni — some fleeting joy in fictional panels. We are soundtracked by Single Mothers’ Our Pleasure, like life’s trying to remind you that even joy has reverb.

I had guests over from China staying at the caravan on Friday. I was told (by my cocksucking curtain twitching neighbours) it all kicked off at 11pm. Full-on scrap. No subtitles. Just shouting and slamming. Wankers!
And on my playlist? The Growlers Chinese Fountain. Irony thick enough to spread on expensive toast.

The caravan — or “Hollies,” as it’s been dubbed — got a “deep clean,” whatever that means, but it's when bleach won’t cut through bad vibes. In between scrubbing and post-fight repairs, I play marbles with Charlie. Desperate nostalgia in the midst of adult chaos.

Maccy’s for tea. A Filet-o-Disappointment wrapped in cardboard and regret.
Then: salvation? redemption? A pint with Llion and Tracey at the Black Cat before tonight’s gig. Maybe music will fix it all — or at least drown it out for a while.

There it is. In the centre of the chaos:
SPAM JAVELIN — a band? a curse? Chester today then the USA - we had joy, we had fun at The Live Rooms in Chester with Soap Girls and Saltwater Injection. The fact that Piss Kitti had pulled out was an advantage as we went on later to a bigger and very responsive crowd. Sold 4 vinyl and 7 CDs.
Saltwater (in my fucking eyes!) were good - a 2 piece ensemble with a slapdash noise set. And the Soapy South African sisters were good fun, but played way too long, but I guess they had to appease the pervs ogling their topless t-shirts.



GIG 67 - The Live Rooms, Chester

Caught Live: The SoapGirls, Live Rooms Chester 28th July 2019

Published on Rock Gigs & Blogs



The South African ‘revolt rock’ sisters came to Chester on a wet and windy Sunday night in this unassuming looking venue close to the city’s railway station. They’d been allocated the smaller bar stage as opposed to the larger main stage, but that’s probably suitable for the trio (including their touring drummer Sam Ogden) as they’re used to this kind of setting, as they continue their seemingly relentless gigging schedule. This was the first chance I’d had to see the Soapies since the release of their fourth album ‘Elephant In The Room’, meaning they had the CD available to buy on the night. They have been playing several tracks from it at their gigs for some time however, so these songs are already well established in the minds of their followers, dubbed the ‘SoapSuds’.

There were three acts on the bill tonight, and things got under way with Spam Javelin. A trio who dress in what looks like posh Christmas wrapping paper (!), they specialise in short, snappy and speedy numbers touching on a variety of offbeat subjects. Some of these last little more than a minute! They weren’t on long but it felt like an intense workout just watching, such is the ferocity of their delivery. Next up were Saltwater Injection, a duo of a drummer/vocalist and a bassist, who play what cannot be described as drum & bass! The bassist had a heavy distorted sound, while the drummer thrashed about while delivering some disconcerting screams and roars. Energetic as it was, it was a bit atonal for my rather traditional tastes (in other words, I kinda like a song I can remember!)

Whatever else is said about the SoapGirls, one thing that they definitely do well is pen a catchy ditty. For all the controversy about their look (once again, they performed in little more than body paint and lingerie) they do have a knack for a pop hook amongst their own guitar assault. Bassist/singer Camille ‘Mille’ Debray declared from the outset that they were about freedom of expression, and anyone who didn’t agree could leave (or words to that effect!) She sounded a little hoarse, something she did acknowledge before getting things underway with ‘Ex-Girlfriend’ from the latest album. It is Mille who draws most of the attention, with her penchant for either bending over backwards or doing the splits while still playing her bass, while guitarist/singer Noemie ‘Mie’ Debray focuses on smiling at the punters while splitting their heads with that buzzsaw of a guitar. Mie has taken a more prominent vocal role of late, allowing Mille to astonish those present with  her gymnastic acts. How she does that while never missing a beat is beyond my comprehension, though if you can look beyond the antics you will see an accomplished four-stringer.

I’d seen them twice before already this year, and on this occasion they opted not to do the ‘One Eyed Willy’ drinking challenge (a dubiously-decorated bottle containing an alcoholic cocktail, which they challenge an audience member to drink) or any of their usual slapstick stunts, focusing instead on playing the music. The set concentrated on the current album (I particuarly liked ‘Bitter’; hard rock but with that pop element to lodge in the mind) but there were some oldies from the two previous records played too, including ‘Sam’s On Crack’, ‘Society’s Rejects’ as well as ‘Bloody’, ‘Hater’ and of course ‘Champagne Cocaine’ from their first independently-released album (second overall),  ‘Calls For Rebellion’. As is so often the case, they got several people up on stage with them to ‘help’ on ‘Bad Bitch’, the song which got them played on Planet Rock – albeit in heavily censored form!

They’ve been touted as the ‘next big thing’ for a couple of years now, and as is so often the case they do win over new people. I overheard more than one first-timer speaking to Mille afterwards telling her, Mie and drummer Sam Ogden how much they enjoyed the show. They believe in doing it the old-fashioned way, with a strong gigging schedule and playing to whoever makes the effort to come along. If I’m honest, I’d have expected them to have been playing bigger stages (such as the main stage here) by now, but they’ll get there eventually even if it means no compromise whatsoever in their beliefs.  Recommended that you take the chance to see the SoapGirls live should they rock up anywhere within reach.

Monday, July 08, 2019

MONOLOGUE: “The Betws Garmon Notebook”



(Whispering)
They say you shouldn’t write when you're spiraling, but that’s when the truth bleeds through, isn’t it?

(Louder, erratic)
HELP ME. PLEASE HELP ME. No, scratch that. I don’t want help. I want to remember. I want to trap it all before it slips out of my ears. Everything’s slipping, leaking.

Posted 3 vinyls. Eleven CDs. Forty sold. That’s good, right?
FUN DAY, Sunday. I don’t know what that is. Did I make that up? Is that real?

“Violets Leap – Session Sunday.” Yes. That happened.
Or will happen? [It didn't]

I double-booked myself again, didn't I?
… who the hell is KEZ?

(Chuckles bitterly)
KEZ. She's either my busty cleaner or a ghost.

Album of the week. Who’s album? Mine? Fake news. It’s always fake.
The merchant opens. The noise begins. Spam the javelin. Stickers show up in Derby.
God, I’m not sleeping.

(Pause)
Ten hours' sleep—yeah right.
“Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani.”
You know what that means?
Even He felt abandoned.

She said she’d take me anywhere… but I stayed right here.
In this room. With this notebook. And these—
(slams a vinyl record down)
—lies.

More crack whores promo—what is that?!
Was that a song pitch or a cry for help?

Sell house. Sell it NOW.
I wrote that in all caps. Again.
That’s the third time.
But I’m still here.
The walls are still up.
And the tape still rolls.

(Leaning in close)
Hit me with your laser.
Laser.
Laser.
Laser.

(Sudden burst of manic laughter, then silence)

You see, the thing is… I’m not crazy.
I’m just holding the whole fucking album in my skull, and the skull is cracking.
But if I don’t write it down—if I don’t put it in the book—it’ll vanish.

And then what?

No show. No rehearsal. No Kez. No crack whores. No album.
Just a punk, mumbling to himself in a crack cave in Betws Garmon, on a tape no one will ever play.

(Quietly, almost reverently)
Please shred responsibly.


Saturday, July 06, 2019

GIG 65 - Black Box, Belfast

 Black Box, Belfast (with Ferals, Gas Hands, Problem Patterns, Salt the Snail, Crapsons +more)


Friday, June 28, 2019

Countryside Alliance 0, North Wales Punk Rockers 1

 



Civilised Society?, Piss Kitti, Mike West and Crapsons played The Pot in Rhyl tonight – a DIY event beset with problems.

It was first scheduled for the Marine in Old Colwyn – until the landlord there started receiving threats from the Countryside Alliance, fucking fox hunters, the Conservative Armageddon, Tories on horses. (cunts basically).

The venue pulled it. The Pot in Rhyl hosted it instead. Yvette stepped up – she too got threats, but she’s made of tough stuff, has a knuckle-duster for a wedding ring and cage fights bears. The gig goes ahead – despite Emissaries Of Gwyn crying off, so promoter MWJ is frantically scouring North Wales for a 'house' drumkit. Even the cops turn up looking for a drunk to issue a fine to.

Rich said 15-20 people there, half a great night…

Videos look great – awesome photo of Piss Kitti. Crapsons invite MWJ to sing 42 Wheelie Bins!
(not sure if link will work as FB is an arse - but try it - click here)


Not sure if I saw Civilised Society? back in the day… the day being © 1987 in Peaceville.
They were/are an anarcho-punk band that originally formed in the mid-1980s, emerging from the same raw, politically charged scene that birthed bands like Discharge, Amebix, Antisect, and Conflict. They were part of the Peaceville Records roster—one of the key independent labels in the UK underground punk scene.
Check 'em out on YouTube Music

#NWPR #punk

Wednesday, June 19, 2019

Rival Tribal Revel Rebel

 

Driving fast through a quiet town at dawn. Summer light just breaking. It’s 6am, and everyone is safely couped up in their houses. Streets lined with cloned, neatly arranged buildings—a portrait of order.

Society has shaped the human race into something uniform. We all seek shelter from the elements. We all need a place to live. We gather in clusters, tribes, territories. And when it comes to protecting those—our families, our friends, our towns, our football teams, our beliefs—we get defensive.

It’s tribal.
All of it.

We group by religion, nationality, music taste, football allegiance, even political stance. Punk rockers. Catholics. Protestants. Leave. Remain. Fellow countrymen. Fellow outsiders. It’s the same primal instinct dressed up in modern clothes.

We squabble. We divide. We defend.
It’s always been this way.

Brexit? Just another modern tribal fight.
The question isn’t “Which side are you on?”
The question is “Why are there sides at all?”

“Who needs countries anyway?”
We go to war for land. For energy. For flags and anthems and invisible lines on maps.

FUCK THE HUMAN RACE.



Meanwhile, in the middle of this existential unraveling...
The dripping shower (#2) in my Airbnb is nearly dead.



Author’s Note:

This entry was pulled from a real-time scribble in a notebook, fueled by too little sleep and too much thinking. I don’t have the answers—but maybe questioning the shape of the world is a good start.

Sunday, May 05, 2019

GIG 63 - Outpost, Liverpool

 05.05.2019 - Outpost, Liverpool (with Grand Collapse, Hummer, Falaun)

The Crack Whores Of Betws Garmon / Service Resumed / Top Knot / I Hate TV / Fatal Attraction / Joy Division Tea Room / Paedo Death Church / Bastad Byw / Fake News / Pen Clicker / E-State Agent / Video Party / How Can You Die


Saturday, April 27, 2019

GIG 62 - The Skerries, Bangor

 The Skerries, Bangor (with Crapsons, Headaches, James Phillips) Ghetto Scum / The Crack Whores Of Betws Garmon / Service Resumed / Mental Asylum / I Hate TV / Fatal Attraction / Joy Division Tea Room / Never Work / Paedo Death Church / Fake News / Pen Clicker / E-State Agent / Video Party / How Can You Die





Saturday, February 02, 2019