A DIY punk fest compared with Halloween’s Phil Collins stadium gig.
A brilliant American import destroys a crap one.
youtu.be/7aiurhWq0JI?...
A DIY punk fest compared with Halloween’s Phil Collins stadium gig.
A brilliant American import destroys a crap one.
youtu.be/7aiurhWq0JI?...
There aren’t enough characters.
Bit like left wing politics really!
There aren’t enough characters.
Bit like left wing politics really!
I’m your new local councillor
And this is my proud boast
I’m going to stop the boats invade
The Staffordshire coast
I’ve got my own priorities
Right now, to be specific,
They are a trip to Wetherspoons
And getting paralytic
I’m your new local councillor
And this is my proud boast
I’m going to stop the boats invade
The Staffordshire coast
I’ve got my own priorities
Right now, to be specific,
They are a trip to Wetherspoons
And getting paralytic
Run through the corn, folk of North Cheshire
Run through the corn like Theresa May
Run through the corn like they have in America
Hoodwinked and brainwashed by DEFORM UK
Run through the corn, folk of North Cheshire
Run through the corn like Theresa May
Run through the corn like they have in America
Hoodwinked and brainwashed by DEFORM UK
I don’t want to go to where
Where that bigot’s going
He thinks he’s so clever
He thinks he’s so right
But he’s about as welcome
As an ice cream made of shite’
Dedicated to Joe Strummer
Please share where needed
youtu.be/KgtgGv8pKHc?...
I don’t want to go to where
Where that bigot’s going
He thinks he’s so clever
He thinks he’s so right
But he’s about as welcome
As an ice cream made of shite’
Dedicated to Joe Strummer
Please share where needed
youtu.be/KgtgGv8pKHc?...
They’ll show you a flag and a picture of some immigrants
Then they’ll take our NHS, our welfare state, our rights
A flag for you to wave and some desperate folk to point at
Then England will turn dark ‘cos they’ve turned off all the lights
They’ll show you a flag and a picture of some immigrants
Then they’ll take our NHS, our welfare state, our rights
A flag for you to wave and some desperate folk to point at
Then England will turn dark ‘cos they’ve turned off all the lights
Roses are red
Violets are blue
You need a wee wee
I need a poo
You can go upstairs
I shall go down
Yours will be yellow
Mine will be brown
Roses are red
Violets are blue
You need a wee wee
I need a poo
You can go upstairs
I shall go down
Yours will be yellow
Mine will be brown
On air at 8pm on @radioreverb.bsky.social with guest @attilastockbroker.bsky.social
A look back on 2024; ahead to 2025, the story of how 'a bunch of Brighton punks & skinheads' nearly got to go on Top of the Pops in 2005.
And we pay tribute to Brighton's own Boring Bob Grover.
On air at 8pm on @radioreverb.bsky.social with guest @attilastockbroker.bsky.social
A look back on 2024; ahead to 2025, the story of how 'a bunch of Brighton punks & skinheads' nearly got to go on Top of the Pops in 2005.
And we pay tribute to Brighton's own Boring Bob Grover.
Currently planning loads more for next year in addition to those here: time for a heads up that if you’re intending to come to my Peterborough or Loughborough gigs next month they are, well, you know, but I’m not spelling it out because otherwise there’s a bot infestation, so get in quick 🙂
Currently planning loads more for next year in addition to those here: time for a heads up that if you’re intending to come to my Peterborough or Loughborough gigs next month they are, well, you know, but I’m not spelling it out because otherwise there’s a bot infestation, so get in quick 🙂
COMANDANTE JOE
I guess in quite a lot of ways I grew up just like you
A bolshy kid who didn’t think the way they told him to
You kicked over the statues, a roots rock rebel star
Who knew that punk was more than just the sound of a guitar..
COMANDANTE JOE
I guess in quite a lot of ways I grew up just like you
A bolshy kid who didn’t think the way they told him to
You kicked over the statues, a roots rock rebel star
Who knew that punk was more than just the sound of a guitar..
Away in the rubble
A brick for a bed
The little Lord Jesus
Laid down his sore head
The bombs from the night sky
Rained down where he lay
His mother was weeping
The rest passed away
Away in the rubble
A brick for a bed
The little Lord Jesus
Laid down his sore head
The bombs from the night sky
Rained down where he lay
His mother was weeping
The rest passed away
Attila poetry 2.50 ish
@Martin Newell -
genius songwriter circa 3.10
@robinince.bsky.social circa 4.15
Attila & Barnstormer circa 5.30 Finish by 7
Attila poetry 2.50 ish
@Martin Newell -
genius songwriter circa 3.10
@robinince.bsky.social circa 4.15
Attila & Barnstormer circa 5.30 Finish by 7