A tucked away pub, bare of all guests, is the locale for this DVD showcase of a local poetical outsider spewing his always insightful, sometimes distasteful puke for all lugs that are ready to be pricked. It is an irritating rash of worded rhythm that wraps around itself a little way too often but has many a composite to chuckle along with and to further ponder.

What we basically get here is an old punker, who likes a tipple and to toss around the odd word or two, spouting his stuff in alcohol isolation to the wonderment of the fortunate/unfortunate onlooker. The DVD comes in 3 main sections the first of which is a fairly fine batch of lyrical constructs that deal with such topics as bad breath, mass murder and the everyday irritations we all want to solve. The guy at the fore proves himself to be a dab hand at the old rhyming game and manipulates his words with natural aplomb and unrehearsed amateurism. It is a likeable batch and Mr Atherton comes across as a right old fuckin' comic you would love to share a beer (or two) with. 'Out Takes' next and the usual nonsense and then another batch of odes this time slightly leaning towards the cruder aspect of things with 'Pile Drivel', 'Finger Food' and 'Knickerless Wind Chill' leaving little to the imagination. The cute touches and sublime delivery keep things just above board however and help hold up the pleasure factor (non sexually of course). The interview that follows is an insight into a knowledgeable chap who speaks his mind and again we have a charming noodle to warm to. Then comes the full on, balls out smut and this is where the DVD goes awry. Too cheap, too obvious, too lowbrow for a man of talent and I can't help feeling that our dittified, drifting dude is selling himself short by using raped and ragged tactics many easy riders cop on to. I have heard all this, seen it, lived it and yet many (mostly inebriated and fans of Chubby Brown) will lap it up. Each to their own but the shelf life of this latter end outpouring is surely not as long as previous efforts - hey ho and saying that, if this is punk, then boundaries are always going to be pushed.

Not a bad effort overall but the latter end filth, the repeat offender style and lack of opportunities taken is frustrating. Each poem could have been enhanced by some 'in situ' positioning and some in-between tomfoolery rather than just keep to the same old format. Keep on though ye merry minstrel and let's hope next time we see some 'out in the field' dabblings.


A tale of what it was like to be a punky dude in and around 1997 and that embryonic time when the scene, after years of being on its arse, decided to wake up and get moving again (with more than a little help from the HITS crew). This DVD captures the viewpoints of many, the gigs that were going on (most noteworthy for the masses that is) and the bands on the road. Some things seem like yesterday, some things still look fresh, some patterns of thinking are still the same, the scene in general had, and still has, a lot to learn.

In 97' I recall many good gutter bands rolling around the rhythmic arena and yet standing in the shadow of the nostalgia soaked masses who were generally looking the other way. These thoughts are backed up here when the Sex Pistols reunion gig, London Punks Picnic and Morecambe showcase are wandered through and the whole shebang looks absorbed with what has been rather than what should come. Everyone spills out the usual drunken statements and seems in it for the social side rather than the rebellious and sonic - to this day we suffer and things are mostly as they were - alas I digress already but I hope the point has been made. The film though has many fine points and indeed gives us footage of some darn good minstrels whacking out their din. Airbomb are a pinnacle for me as I always thought they were one of the best, and most overlooked, bands out there and they really kicked arse with their tunes - never mind! The footage of band action is interspersed with punked gatherings that see us come face to face with inebriation, slurred intent and blurred focus - fuck - this lot do themselves no favours. There are a few good wafflers though and a few faces I know who say their piece most coherently and help put some validity into a scene that should be a status rather than a circus. Nowt wrong with a good piss up for sure (I should know as the old QC has caused much mayhem) but the balance between the thinker and the follower is too out of kilter and what we end up with is a trip down memory lane many will indulge in just to say 'ooh look there's me', 'look how hammered I am' or 'I was there' (like I say some things never change). As a music fan though and a regular DIY 'erbert I thoroughly enjoyed this with its many highs that I will play and play again and the general ambience I know only too well.

Overall this captures a punk period, an underground time that drifts into the hazy memory and so loses sight of some of the players who have put in their two penny worth well and truly in. The scene will continue in many divided ways and with the use of many multi-media facets will be unduly recorded here and there but this prime DVD is well put together and worth picking up for a curious tootle and to hopefully encourage the buggers to do it again. Nifty work indeed and quite thought provoking.  Hey the bonus Video from Underclass UK ain't half bad - a fine band you should all check out! Big up for Stu from Control Magazine and his camcorder – you have earned a beer my man!


I don't review DVD's that often and in a way I am glad. They are not my favourite format to assess as one tends to get detracted by visuals rather than concentrate on the sonics which I suppose is more than obvious but still a slight niggle. Nevertheless when I get asked I do my bit and such is the case with this mix of 'live' and rehearsed recordings. The Bullet Kings are a band I hold in high esteem and am more than familiar with them 'in the flesh' (non-sexual of course). I have yet to be disappointed by what I've witnessed at the numerous gigs I have seen them play and so I expected a good viewing here. Hopefully this effort will help push them along a little and get them a few more outings which, to be honest, aren't frequent enough (are ye listening promoters).

We begin here with the 'live' set which was recorded at that good old venue The Snooty Fox in Wakefield. The guys at The Fox have been knocking out vids for bands for a for while now and they do a grand job indeed. The sonics are spot on and the clarity equally sharp with my only gripe the camera that seemingly suffers from bouts of St Vitus Dance and fails to settle in any position for any length of time. It is quite distracting and does get on ones tits if one has a nervous disposition (just like me) but it shouldn't deflect from what is a well compiled effort. The Bullet Kings do their stuff here with the usual set pumped out with vigour and full of big drum cracks and meaty riffs. All 3 players are comfortable in each others company and this is reflected in the liquidity of the output and so the DVD thrives as a result and fans will lap it up. The usual fare is given with 'Terror Holiday', 'My Country' and 'Meltdown' outstanding and the rest just darn bloody good. As I say why this band don't get bigger and better gigs is beyond me so before the crew fatter get em' booked. 

The 3 rehearsed and organised videos are very good indeed with the latter effort 'Raise Your Glass For England' the least favourite of mine due to it being a corny effort done as a request and for a bunch of cunts who apparently are adored by many and profess to be something they ain't (footballers). It is just a bit of fun if the truth be known and for the given style it is as good as anything out there. I fuckin' hate football tributes though so struggle with this but if you are into that kind of thing you'll most probably enjoy this. Next World Cup watch out for my own release 'Bare Your Ass For England' a classic (and there won't be a grinning twat in mine playing a shovel ha, ha)! Go on big boy!

'My Country' and 'Godforsaken Town' are the other two bonus vids and both are rock solid. The latter is shot in nuclear monochrome style with the fast buzzsaw pace working ideally alongside the apocalyptic industrial visions that pour our way. The former song is yet again shot in atmospheric black and white and with a song as good as this it comes out superbly. The combination of band playing in a warehouse and the subtle overlay of a worn down landscape provides interesting viewing and it has to be full marks all round for a DIY effort of the highest order.

The outcome - well give me a reason why this DVD shouldn't be in your collection and I'll give you many reasons why it should.

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