Fack it - I’m outta here now, I’m going backwards - why pretend to care about the future when the past is what matters; Fack it I’m going back to being a failed poet, lounging alone in a dusty slat light pub, dole-eyed, temple-barred, kicking down the cobblestones in a long coat and longer hair hanging, a pocket Penguin and knackered boots, hassling and hustling, anything to get higher, to feel, to be real for ya - I remember that summer in. . . weren’t they the rare auld days, counting coins outside the arches, tinkering on the street, standing on the strand, looking over the water, through the telly, to the Tele on the other side and so we fled like earls but but but that, fack it, that Rimbaud rock ’n roller rises again from the ashes of Rashers, strutting the Strumpet city, as the glass grows higher the kids dig lower, revel in the freedom, Liberties for all!, in a city with history no longer a nightmare, so there ya are now on the wrong side of the revolution, on the wrong side of the ocean, when you could be on a party with a fraternity of romantics helpless on the pace of Kerouac and Kavanagh, singing along with Them and Thurston Moore, swinging on the Five Lamps, the inexplicable lightness of being in a band, in being in a band from Dublin, after all, and fack it now my past is their now, and they ride and they ride new wave after new wave these young modern lovers, Retro-Post-Punk, The Fontaines D.C. who play as if Dublin is Greenwich Village and who sing as if Dublin is Paris in Spring as if pride in the name of Dublin has been etched in the hardened earth since the land first rose from the death throes of Atlantis, instead of just the stuff of a future which never facking happened. Fack it!, fetch me my paddle, I’m outta here.
METZ metes out 'Mr. Plague', sets out on European tour Apr 17
Had the random pleasure to see METZ in a shed back of Whitby Friday Apr 13, luck for me. The three piece heads out tomorrow on an international tour of Europe, Asia and the States. They leave us this from their latest, "Strange Peace" so we don't forget. As if.
Average Sex lower their expectations on 'Ugly Strangers'
By Will McGuirk
"We have no jobs and no money. . ."
But here's the thing I'm getting from this jangly punk class act Average Sex from London UK. I'm getting everything is in place, I'm getting we've peaked so now its time to party 'til the cows come home drunk on fermented hay. The kids know it, their anxiety comes from expectations from us older gens. But within themselves, together, as a group of pals they have no expectations of each other, except maybe just don't add to the stress. - as per Primal Scream, we want to be free, we just want to be free to do what we want to do and we want to get loaded and we want to have a good time, thats what we're going to do. . . - can't blame them really.
Catch them if you can, Excuses Excuses at Moustache Club Mar 16
Ah you gotta love the snotty 905 thrash punk. Its alive and festering and Excuses Excuses are keeping it so. The band has just released a new track, "Pizza and Cigarettes" which, even by title alone, is a snotty 905 thrash punk classic but open the can and the sum41-ish, treblechargey billy talent-esque track explodes like a paintball to the face. It's the lead single of the band's upcoming EP 'Catch Me If You Can'. Catch'em at the Moustache Club Friday Mar 16 2018.
