PINK FLAG by WIRE. Story by Gideon Haigh
It was only as the band members sloped off that they looked a little senior for all this excitement, ready for bed and a Horlicks. The mood in the audience was not just ecstatic but validated.
The Punk collection
Punk? We've got gobfuls of it. Twenty-odd stories.
HOLIDAYS IN THE SUN BY THE SEX PISTOLS Story by Maria Majsa
Maria Majsa Back bedroom, Pakuranga, Auckland 1978 I held the popsicle to my left ear while my brother stabbed away at my right. It was a warm day and I could feel the popsicle oozing down my neck. Blood and raspberry, an indistinguishable mess.
City Slang by Sonic’s Rendezvous Band. Story by Earl O’Neill
Earl O’Neill Leichardt, Sydney, 1985 What if something happened and I was at home watching telly? That’d never do. Sex, drugs and rock and roll were too important for a young fellow.
Holiday in Cambodia by Dead Kennedys. Story by Nick Cowling
Nick Cowling Driving in Hoppers Crossing, a Thursday afternoon. August 2011 That day I realised that I can still listen to metal and that I don’t need to be a music fascist and devote myself to only one genre.
F–k Art Let’s Dance by 5.15
Stephen Andrew Student hostel, West Geelong 1982 I didn’t get a Mohawk, nor cut up and safety pin my clothes. I kept my phlegm to myself. I was a part-time punk.