Showing posts with label Punk Rock. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Punk Rock. Show all posts

Monday, 10 May 2010

Watch: Crass ‘There is No Authority but Yourself’


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Crass? Yeah, that band of crusty Anarcho-punks that lived in a commune, graffitied the London Underground, conned that teen-girl magazine into carrying one of their songs as a cover mount flexi-disc, released a fake tape of a Thatcher/Regan phone conversation to the press, got Rough Trade employees to slot their records inside the sleeves of other bands at their distro warehouse, financed a Anarchist centre in London, squatted at the Zig-Zag Club, promised to break up in 1984 and did so at a tiny miners benefit gig in Aberdare, Wales.
Crass lived for seven furious years, a constant thorn in the side of Thatcher’s government, gave themselves a shelf life and died on cue. What better subject for a documentary? Too late, the Dutch made one in 2006.
Watch ‘There is No Authority but Yourself’ in its entirety below, and get Penny Rimbaud, Steve Ignorant and co’s autobiographical history of the band, their views on David Beckham’s Gaulitier designed ‘Crass’ t-shirt and how through their Thatchergate tape, they managed to leak top secret information on the sinking of the HMS Sheffield during the Falklands War and their subsequent courting by the KGB.

Friday, 7 May 2010

CBGB’s: A Virtual Tour


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For those of you who never got the opportunity to visit the legendary punk venue CBGB’s on NY’s Bowery, what you missed was the equivalent to a gig being played inside a garbage truck. Plastered floor, wall and ceiling with graffiti, old pay-bills, grime, grot and the blood and sweat of hundreds of legendary performers, the venues eventual demise in 2006 was felt throughout the world.
But just like the Whiskey A Go Go, The 100 Club, TJ’s and a truckload of other “World Famous” venues, CBGB’s was always remembered fondly for only a certain point in time; well maybe two. Credited as the birthplace and spiritual home of American punk rock and new wave in the 70’s, the club got a dusting down by a new generation of punks in the 80’s, with Hardcore bands like Bad Brains, Cro-Mags and Sick of it All appropriating the venue for ‘Thrash Days’ on Sunday afternoons. The violence that dogged that particular scene would force CB’s owner Hilly Kristal to end Hardcore’s tenure at the venue in 1990, with the club never really recovering any committed interest. By the time of its demise, CBGB’s had become merely a tourist attraction.
If you didn’t have an opportunity to get inside CBGB’s over the 33 years that it stood sentinel on Manhattan’s Bleeker St, you can guide your way through the club via a virtual tour that will drag you along the rotten walls, the piss stained cubicles, behind the ramshackle bar and, poignantly, past the sadly deceased Kristal, sat (hopefully intentionally) underneath a hangman’s noose in the club’s office.
CLICK HERE to take the tour.