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If you got home from work/college/shoplifting that late that you were unable to get down to the Brudenell for the opening act last Thursday, well count your lucky stars. For you were saved the tortuous half hour or so the rest of us had to endure when London’s second most disgusting band turned up. Claw …

It’s been 20 odd years since the last outing of Jah Wobble’s Invaders, with tonight being one of a mere handful of gigs. Originally planned to coincide with a new album of covers and the forthcoming Redux Box Set (now expected in the New Year) they now serve as something of a live prelude to …

The Scala, London, is more reminiscent of a bear pit than music hall, with its various perches on three sides overlooking a small stage. First to be thrust in, is fellow Leeds thrashers, Autobahn. Their noise is fierce and raw, the set highlight being Ulcer, with its thunderous bass under screeching guitars, and sequined frontman Craig …

I was not a spotty teenager the last time I saw Spear of Destiny. I was a teenager, but I never had spots. I did have my haircut like Kirk Brandon though and I can vividly remember the gig at Leeds Uni. Just as we were going in, the windows were smashed, I lost my …

Announcing their arrival on stage with a short and punchy blast of ‘Peter Gunn’, it was clear from the off that Terminal Gods were here to blow the joint apart, and attempt to leave a lasting impression on the gathering before them. Just in case anyone had any doubt as to where they were going …

Like many people I know, I really do prefer the smaller gig. They’re a bit more intimate and personal. More importantly, the beer is usually a lot better than the over priced watered down chemical rich rubbish you have to endure at the more corporate venues. And of course, you quite often get to meet …

I’ve never swallowed the bullshit about punk been dead. Mainly because I’ve always found it’s exactly that. Bullshit! No matter where I go at home or abroad (especially Europe) I’ve always managed to find a reasonably thriving punk scene, whether it be a bar, a club or a D.I.Y. festival in the middle of nowhere. …

The Bard of Salford. The Punk Poet. Doctor John Cooper Clarke, needs little introduction, especially in his home town, but as the lights go down and a single spotlight picks out a mic stand and a small table the house announcer informs us that ‘The Doctor is in the house, the King has entered the …

Riots. Hard drugs. Strippers. The Stranglers have been there worn the t-shirt ripped it off their backs and thrown it back for another go many many times. 40 years. 40 years of producing and performing songs that both mark and stand, the test of time. We covered their Ruby Tour show in Sheffield last week. …

“We wanted to focus on writing lyrics for the stage…. we like to perform it in a really physical, emotional, violent way.” – Gemma. It’s Monday night, dark damp and quite frankly miserable. We find ourselves on the outskirts of Leeds city centre outside an old industrial that has been converted into a minimalistic contemporary art …