The “first punk record”1 (Blitzkrieg Bop by The Ramones) was released in February 1976 but I didn’t make my foray into the new world order until ’77.
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No Future
In May ’77 I bought my first punk record. I went out from school at lunchtime to Startime Records with my mate Dave “Dartz” Bridge and bought the single, “God Save The Queen” by a new pop band called The Sex Pistols.
Startime Records was at the far end of Post Office Walk – No. 21.
Epic
An epic record and not a bad way to start your punk record collection. Anyway, we went back to school and played it at full volume on the 6th Form record player, much to the chagrin of the teachers and the 6th form girls who preferred to have a quiet chinwag at lunch time.
Is there a more iconic picture sleeve in existence?
Anarchist
An even better place to start
Welcome To The Hotel California
It’s No Secret Now
According to Clive, (and many others no doubt) Carly Simon was “none too shabby in the tit department”
Go To Gigs
In November ’77 (the 5th to be precise) me and my punk mate Dave Puddiford went to our first punk gig. It was fitting that it was The Stranglers. It took place at The Roundhouse in Chalk Farm, London and I couldn’t even begin to describe the thrill and the emotions of actually being there, in the middle of the whole punk wave that had swept the country, despite the Establishment desperately trying to crush it.
The Stranglers play the best gig ever
The Greatest Gig Of All Time
And it remains to this day, one of the best gigs I’ve ever attended. Possibly the best, purely due to the shock, the sonic attack, the energy, the exhilaration of being there, in a massive crowd, hemmed in on all sides by likeminded people, all there to have a good time. Because it was like joining a club where everyone and everything reflected all the things you adored. And you didn’t have to explain it to anyone, they all just ‘knew’, by osmosis or something.
Also, it wasn’t just me who thought it was good, most of it ended up on a ‘live’ album.
The Stranglers were so impressed with me attending one of their gigs, they recorded it for posterity
The Stranglers Setlist – Roundhouse, November 5, 1977
Afterwards when everyone left, bathed in sweat and smiling from ear to ringing ear, Dave and I decided we had to repeat this outing…and soon.
From Harlow to Hammersmith
The Boomtown Rats. Bob Geldof occasionally gave his mild views an ‘airing’.
We did. In December we were back in London to see The Boomtown Rats at The Rainbow on Saturday 17th (tickets were £2.50) and on Sunday 18th we saw The Jam play their final gig of ’77, at the Hammersmith Odeon.2
Dave Puddiford and Me consider which punk record to buy next even though we’d never heard of it (Austria, ’76)
Up The Spurs
Anyway, we stayed at my Nan’s in Tottenham for the weekend because it was cheaper and there were no guarantees the trains would run late enough to get us back to Harlow after the gigs had finished.
The Jam play a bouncy little number
1st Punk Gig
Steve’s 1st gig. Might have been Roy’s too.
Pete The Meat & The Boys without Mexican attire
Chelmsford Punk Festival
Poison Girls – effortlessly giving zero shits
Pressure Plagiarism
I continued to practice the guitar and teach myself how to write songs and then on the 22nd of September 1978 the The Buzzcocks released their second album, called Love Bites, which I thought meant love is painful rather than a reference to the marks you might end up with on your neck if you were an over amorous teenager.
Q. How do you write songs?
A. Listen to this and ruthlessly plagiarise
As usual, I bought my latest punk record from Startime Records and discovered not only an incredible collection of bright, catchy, poppy punk songs but the core of the songs was fairly rudimentary (a feature of punk music) and this was a turning point for me.
Pressure De Plata
Suddenly I didn’t have to possess the ability of Manitas De Plata or Dave Gilmour to be able to write pop songs and I discovered I could write punk songs with the few major, minor and seventh chords I already knew.
OGWT
The Buzzcocks album was like opening up the whole world of music to me which until now had been closed to all but the most gifted musicians i.e. those who appeared on the Old Grey Whistle Test.
However, I used to love the overblown, bombastic pomposity of some of those bands. Introduced by “whispering” Bob Harris, OGWT often featured bands who were as dull as ditch water, with guitarists whose solos used all of the fretboard all of the time. Not because it sounded good but because they could, so consequently, were (thankfully) way out of my league.
And sometimes they’d have Bowie on, or Alex Harvey, or even The New York Dolls. Something with bite. With energy.
Curtains for Bob
Then punk arrived and like an unruly, petulant child, ripped the curtain aside and we saw OGWT for what it truly was. A bunch of ageing Hippies desperately clinging to the gravy train they’d been riding since the 60’s. Which effectively meant keeping me and people like me, out. OGWT and Punk mixed about as well as oil and water.
I may have been a little hasty with my disparaging remarks regarding OGWT
Sniffin’ Glue deconstructs the art of song-writing
But to paraphrase “Sniffin’ Glue” the punk fanzine of the time, all I had to do was learn three chords and form a band. And sometime later, I did. Unfortunately for an unsuspecting world, it was The Pressure Stops.
NEXT – PART 4 – TURNING JAPANESE
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