Bored of playing Ed Sheeran’s new album over and over? Run out of Grateful Dead and Frank Zappa bootlegs to explore? Grown sick of your homemade ‘Beyoncé Ballads’ compilation? Abdul Bleach Boy takes you on a journey through recent crophead releases, not suggesting but telling you what to listen to. Continue reading
You’ve heard of Lord of the Rings? Well, Scott Maracle is Lord of the Jeans. We had the pleasure of meeting this rock ‘n’ roll troubadour at the Great Skinhead Reunion in Brighton last May. For the uninitiated, the Reunion is an annual get-together that has been slammed by both fascists and anti-fascists. We have no real idea why. To us, it just seems like a friendly, fun and trouble-free event attended by pleasure seekers of different colours and creeds. Continue reading
Hailing from the glorious streets of Cork (via Southampton – yuck!) come these streetwise bucks, The Jollars. They play beautiful melodic Oi in the vain of Vanilla Muffins, Guttersnipe and Runnin’ Riot.
Their new album Half Cut features brilliantly apt observational tunes, some spot-on rants against racist dildos, and songs about drinking. Continue reading
Keeping his ear close to the street, our incorruptible Abdul Bleach Boy is back to guide you through the latest batch of crophead-related releases. So put on your boots, splash on your Brut, and start stompin’. Continue reading
As we entered the Plough and Harrow, a pub in Leytonstone that still feels a bit like the East End, we were greeted by Graham Saxby. An old-school skinhead through and through, the man makes an effort to look sharp, sporting a sleeveless argyle jumper, off-white Sta Prest and highly polished burgundy DMs. Later that night, he would be on stage performing with The Warriors alongside The Angry Agenda, Top Dog and north London’s own Kilburn Bomb Squad. Continue reading
Headhunters, White Trash, Skinheads and, most recently, The Liberal Politics of Adolf Hitler – as the titles of John King’s novels alone suggest, the godfather of hoolie lit is not one to dodge controversy or trouble. Living it as he’s writing it, the same has certainly been true for his real life persona.
King is something like British literature’s face of Oi. As many Londoners will know, this connection extends to the live events he puts on at the 100 Club. Named after his fourth novel, Human Punk, King’s night frequently features prole punk icons such as The Last Resort, Cockney Rejects, Ruts DC and Sham 69. Continue reading
With their new album, the first in almost 30 years, Komintern Sect prove they’ve still got it. It’s like they’ve never been away. Powerful, fist in the air Oi anthems that will have all the skins and punks singing along…
Ah, fuck it. Contra Records ignored my request for a review copy, probably because they consider my blog too unimportant. That’s ok – this way, I don’t feel tempted to churn out a bland promo text in the hope of earning myself more freebies. Less industry ties equal healthier critical faculties. Continue reading
Published in 1981, this book by punk poet Garry Johnson – who can be heard on some of Gary Bushell’s ‘Oi!’ albums – has long been out of print. Even the 2008 reissue now sells for 100 quid on Amazon. To be honest, it isn’t really worth this kind of money. Continue reading
I’m in two minds about charity. On the one hand, it offers direct help for people in dire need. On the other, there should be no need for charity in the first place. In a sense, the fact that charity picks up some of the pieces helps to keep those who do the devastating in business.
It seems like every other skinhead event is presented by a clothing company these days, and this was Brutus’s turn. The brand managed to assemble a fine Oi! line-up to celebrate its 50th anniversary. Continue reading