SECURITY by THE SAINTS. Story by Robert Lastdrager.
I realised the lounge room had become quiet, like a courtroom waiting for a verdict. As the questions continued the crowd in the room began to swell.
DESCENT INTO THE MAELSTROM by RADIO BIRDMAN. Story and video by Troy Walsh.
It was a time of riding on a barrel of a song and being saved by a fisherman called Friedrich Nietzsche and his novel Thus Spoke Zarathustra.
FAIRYTALE OF NEW YORK by THE POGUES. Poem by Mary Pomfret.
Mary Pomfret writes a lyrical response to the song Fairytale Of New York in the wake of the death of Shane McGowan.
PERSONALITY CRISIS by NEW YORK DOLLS. Story by Robert Lastdrager.
It was one of the few gigs I have ever played where all the bands on the bill supported each other with real verve during each of the performances.
ANARCHY IN THE UK by THE SEX PISTOLS. Story by ChatGPT.
As the night wore on, we took turns sharing our dreams of a world free from authority and limitations.
GOD SAVE THE QUEEN by SEX PISTOLS. Story by Julian Savage.
My initial impression of meeting Pete: older than me by a few years, he had a lean and hungry look and the physique of a whippet. His hair was cropped to a quarter of an inch, opposing the excessive locks of my brother and I, and, most dramatically, he wore an oversized metal safety pin through his ear.
I’M INTERESTED IN APATHY by TISM. Story by David Oke.
My muso son Dan texted me. He said that a friend of a friend of a friend is a daughter of a TISM band member.
REASONS TO BE CHEERFUL (Pt 3) by IAN DURY and THE BLOCKHEADS. Story by Scott Hoffman.
Punk’s rising tide lifted a lot of boats, not all of them worthy but once all the Pistols marketing hoo-ha had drained back out we were, as I now heard, left with some gems. XTC, The Jam, Elvis Costello and The Clash were all great but no one, as I discovered, was quite like Ian Drury.
PEOPLE LIVE HERE by RISE AGAINST Poem by Murray Taylor
...We weren’t ones for cliché/Unless performed ironically./Weeks drift by,/The comfort of familiar phrases,/Of gestures and faces...
MY PAL by GOD. Story by Rijn Collins
It’s a classic punk song; raw, revelatory and raging. The Guardian claims it’s “one of the best singles ever made by anyone, anywhere, anytime”.