Here for Political Snark and Post Punk fury mostly.
Trump calls Democrats “Radical left wing lunatics and the enemy within.”
Same hymn, different parish.
They need an enemy to sell themselves as saviour.
The real fear isn’t violence it’s an organised, coherent left that remembers how to speak.
Trump calls Democrats “Radical left wing lunatics and the enemy within.”
Same hymn, different parish.
They need an enemy to sell themselves as saviour.
The real fear isn’t violence it’s an organised, coherent left that remembers how to speak.
Rock Against Racism.
The Clash, Steel Pulse, X-Ray Spex, Tom Robinson Band, Buzzcocks.
Eighty thousand marched from Trafalgar Square to say no to the National Front.
No brands. No sponsors.
Genuine question
who from today’s scene could’ve stood on that stage?
Rock Against Racism.
The Clash, Steel Pulse, X-Ray Spex, Tom Robinson Band, Buzzcocks.
Eighty thousand marched from Trafalgar Square to say no to the National Front.
No brands. No sponsors.
Genuine question
who from today’s scene could’ve stood on that stage?
Icy bass, guitars that flirt with chaos.
Kim’s voice winding around irony like barbed wire.
Not a song, a dare.
Icy bass, guitars that flirt with chaos.
Kim’s voice winding around irony like barbed wire.
Not a song, a dare.
You don’t have to be weird to be wired.
But it bloody helps.
Smith didn’t perform, he twitched truth into rhythm. Sounds like caffeine arguing with God.
You don’t have to be weird to be wired.
But it bloody helps.
Smith didn’t perform, he twitched truth into rhythm. Sounds like caffeine arguing with God.
Devoto sneers like he’s grading the audience.
McGeoch turns the guitar into a nervous breakdown.
Too clever for punk, too twitchy for pop
Devoto sneers like he’s grading the audience.
McGeoch turns the guitar into a nervous breakdown.
Too clever for punk, too twitchy for pop
Jangle building to a static fuzz,
like frustration learning to sing.
Still rough, still righteous.
Bloody cracking.
Jangle building to a static fuzz,
like frustration learning to sing.
Still rough, still righteous.
Bloody cracking.
Birmingham’s answer to The Stooges, or so the papers said.
Touted one minute, torn down the next.
Burned bright, burned out, left a cracking single behind.
Still sounds like promise getting punched in the mouth.
Birmingham’s answer to The Stooges, or so the papers said.
Touted one minute, torn down the next.
Burned bright, burned out, left a cracking single behind.
Still sounds like promise getting punched in the mouth.
Neville’s no Orwell but he’s not daft.
Prod the cloth and they call you a traitor.
They’ll call him a wrong un, for stating the bleeding obvious
Wave it long enough, it means shut yer gob.
Not pride , just noise for gobshites.
Neville’s no Orwell but he’s not daft.
Prod the cloth and they call you a traitor.
They’ll call him a wrong un, for stating the bleeding obvious
Wave it long enough, it means shut yer gob.
Not pride , just noise for gobshites.
Blames education, fears punctuation.
Wants Britain thick, loud and grateful.
Migrants done. Elites done.
Now Farage blames teachers .
Middle,class, unionised, and guilty of knowing things.
Nothing frightens a wannabe,demagogue like literacy.
He's importing Christian right, bollocks.
Blames education, fears punctuation.
Wants Britain thick, loud and grateful.
Two ex-footballers say something half decent about people and the right wing panic
Lineker talks refugees, Neville talks decency, and suddenly it’s war on “woke pundits.”
They’re terrified of anyone with a platform who can string a sentence together without blaming immigrants.
@gneville2
- he housed NHS workers for free in his hotels during the pandemic. That’s far more patriotic than hanging a coloured rag from a lamppost.
Two ex-footballers say something half decent about people and the right wing panic
Lineker talks refugees, Neville talks decency, and suddenly it’s war on “woke pundits.”
They’re terrified of anyone with a platform who can string a sentence together without blaming immigrants.
Boredom (1977).
Still sharper than most of what passes for rebellion.
Two chords, one truth,
the future got boring faster than they did.
Boredom (1977).
Still sharper than most of what passes for rebellion.
Two chords, one truth,
the future got boring faster than they did.
Moonage Daydream (live, ’73).
Whole stage looks like it’s running on ego and eyeliner.
Mad, messy, brilliant.
Like Britain before the hangover.
Moonage Daydream (live, ’73).
Whole stage looks like it’s running on ego and eyeliner.
Mad, messy, brilliant.
Like Britain before the hangover.
Because we never scraped her off our shoes.
Every lot since just polished the stain and called it progress.
It's because she was a massive bastard. Hope that helps x
Because we never scraped her off our shoes.
Every lot since just polished the stain and called it progress.
Fuckers made a fortune floggin’ misery,
now havin’ a sulk in Saudi.
Built his empire on tits and telly,
still reckon’s he’s the victim.
We’re all skint,
but the bastards want tipping.
Fuckers made a fortune floggin’ misery,
now havin’ a sulk in Saudi.
Built his empire on tits and telly,
still reckon’s he’s the victim.
We’re all skint,
but the bastards want tipping.
Nah, Same one, just the lights flickering
They’ll cheer a car crash if it’s waving a flag.
Badenoch talks bollocks in full HD
and they call it vision.
Nah, Same one, just the lights flickering
They’ll cheer a car crash if it’s waving a flag.
Badenoch talks bollocks in full HD
and they call it vision.
Raw sewage in the rivers, bonuses in the boardroom.
We’re paying extra to swim in our own mistakes.
Raw sewage in the rivers, bonuses in the boardroom.
We’re paying extra to swim in our own mistakes.
The nation’s true religion.
Admin, banking, and family diplomacy.
Every flag’s a warning sign.
Hanging there like the laundry of decline.
At least one these will involve having to travel through areas where raggedy flags hang like forgotten wanker capes.
The nation’s true religion.
Admin, banking, and family diplomacy.
Every flag’s a warning sign.
Hanging there like the laundry of decline.
Synchronicity II (1983).
Middle management apocalypse set to a hi hat.
Office stress, suburban despair,
and Sting shouting like he’s late for enlightenment.
Still bangs, still bleak.
Synchronicity II (1983).
Middle management apocalypse set to a hi hat.
Office stress, suburban despair,
and Sting shouting like he’s late for enlightenment.
Still bangs, still bleak.
Drama in eyeliner form.
Two blokes making heartbreak sound like a cabaret exit.
Still hurts, still perfect.
Drama in eyeliner form.
Two blokes making heartbreak sound like a cabaret exit.
Still hurts, still perfect.
Sounds like a mind in discord,
singing back at itself.
Let the noise sharpen your hearing.
Sounds like a mind in discord,
singing back at itself.
Let the noise sharpen your hearing.
Heaven or Las Vegas.
Sounds like angels on helium arguing in a lift.
Dream-pop for people who can’t face daylight.
Still glorious, still baffling.
Heaven or Las Vegas.
Sounds like angels on helium arguing in a lift.
Dream-pop for people who can’t face daylight.
Still glorious, still baffling.
Shot under Camden Lock , tunnels, feedback, eyeliner.
Ziggy through a hangover,
all grandeur, no gloss.
They didn’t cover him, they exhumed him.
Shot under Camden Lock , tunnels, feedback, eyeliner.
Ziggy through a hangover,
all grandeur, no gloss.
They didn’t cover him, they exhumed him.
yeah, that chair.
The Maxell ad.
If you know, you know.
Everyone else?
That’s what goths did before ring lights.
yeah, that chair.
The Maxell ad.
If you know, you know.
Everyone else?
That’s what goths did before ring lights.
Cuts You Up.
Beautiful melodrama from a man
who made a career out of sitting in a leather chair.
Still, it bleeds better than most.
Cuts You Up.
Beautiful melodrama from a man
who made a career out of sitting in a leather chair.
Still, it bleeds better than most.