nostalgia for an age that never existed – jello biafra and mojo nixon

It was Christmas of ‘84, it was. Class War had visited at the start of the week, bringing a day of action. I’d just done a gig as Virullex! – my fourth under that name and the first really bad, might-as-well-off-myself, fucking never again performance I’d ever done. My girlfriend at the time had gone […]

back from the dead – the adverts

I was surprised to discover that two years had gone by since I last posted on this blog. Real life can ambush you sometimes, can’t it? Enough people have commented on the celebrity deaths that smeared themselves over 2016 like a corpse in a Derek Raymond novel. Bowie’s being the worst, followed by Alan Vega’s. […]