Rebellion 2016 – Sunday

13393928_10154288993274111_204106897640130747_n[1]The Restarts pose for a selfie with a fan!

I may have crashed out sprawled fully dressed on my bed last night (again) but it’s an early start – breakfast at 8.15am! This is because one of our party, a man who has been to every single Rebellion/Wasted/HITS since 1996, is leaving a day early. He wants to watch popular East Midlands football team Leicester City play at Wembley. Unthinkable. He’s on a tight schedule and we’ve never seen anyone eat a bowl of cornflakes with such an air of urgency bordering on panic. It’s hilarious, although you probably had to be there.

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Rebellion 2016 – Saturday

DSCN2858 The official sign to Rebellion!

There’s an important priority today  – buying a volcano.  Mrs wyngatecarpenter was away  recently and wyngate jnr was convinced on no basis whatsoever  that she was going to bring back a toy volcano. He got a jigsaw instead. The shop assistant in Toyland is very helpful (so helpful she gets a plug) but they only have a volcano chemistry toy that might be a bit too explosive. I get him a plastic octopus instead. My mate points out that I could buy a t-shirt by one of the bands, Spunk Volcano & The Explosions. Another band Wonk Unit have t-shirts featuring a dinosaur, but also the slogan “Dinosaurs Are Wankers”. Maybe not.

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Punk Funk 1999-2002

dance please

In the “Fears & The Funk” post Albahooky asked about the Punk Funk revival at the turn of the last millenium so here’s my any-excuse-for-a hastily-thrown-together-playlist playlist. I was still young enough then to be out & about with dancing shoes on, and this stuff was getting caned at the indie joints (as was I). It seems it was called Dance Punk in the states and of course even the name Punk Funk is entirely misleading. Disco beat with noisy guitars and shouty (mainly) men, some cowbell, post punk rhythms, anything to do with DFA records, New York, !!! asking the Glasgow crowd for pills before they started playing, hanging out with Carlos from Interpol on the LES, The ‘Yes New York’ compilation, late period Clash, the kids throwing out their guitars and buying turntables.

Lord Sulaco and Me


This is a version of something I originally intended to post on Facebook. Constant re-editing has resulted in it growing into an article of sorts. It’s by way of a belated goodbye to an old friend. My apologies for its personal nature and my lack of writing ability when it comes to this kind of personal stuff. Musical dates and anecdotes will stand in for emotional sharing throughout. Any chronological errors are due to my faulty memory. I’ve included a couple of links to more reliable witnesses. It’s just a story I wanted to tell in my own way. Continue reading

Stories from the City, Stories from the Sea – A Week with Myself (Feat. Guest DJ Panthercub)


Last week I had a research paper/book chapter thing to write, so I took the week off work, set up a desk by the window in the warmest room in the house overlooking the garden, and settled down to work. For someone like me who spends most of the day out of the house, has a young family and a partner not terribly au fait with the concept of compromise (not to mention taste in music on the slightly noisy side) this opportunity to be by myself and listen to whatever the hell I wanted to all day for a week was a very rare and precious thing indeed.

Over the course of the week I listened to about 50 of my own records and despite the mental taxations of the task in hand had one of the most enjoyable weeks in a long long time.

Finding even more time to myself to put it all together to make a podcast was pretty impossible, so I enlisted Panthercub as my official selector and made a fun game of it on a rainy afternoon. It ended up completely different to what I had in mind (I was thinking more noise and less electronica), but there you go, it was out of my hands!



I was going to do a different introduction to Sunday but following the recent bad news the main thing I will remember the day for is the last time I saw Colin fronting Runnin’ Riot. I’m pretty sure this was the best crowd and reaction I’d seen them get at Rebellion, and Colin was obviously enjoying himself. With a new record deal and a tour with the Old Firm Casuals, the band seemed to be taking a step forward after all these years. Colin’s sudden passing away a few days later will always overshadow the weekend for me.

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