5 Great British and Irish Punk tracks from the Seventies

Punk was like a shot in the arm for Rock Music, a shake up, a wake up call. It was an indie revolution. Too bad the big companies jumped back in and created the lowest common denominator all over again.

  1. Stiff Little Fingers – Suspect Device https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sKsN5cj9ehs
  2. Sex Pistols – Pretty Vacant https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VcauCclfytI
  3. Buzzcocks – Orgasm Addict https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p2Mi995ggFU
  4. Stranglers – Peaches https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NuT5KUA7iaY
  5. Clash – Should I Stay or Should I go – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xMaE6toi4mk
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Johnny Rotten Quotes – An interesting, intelligent character.

The Sex Pistols set the whole Punk thing rolling in Britain. It happened overnight. One minute there was a boring decaying Rock Scene and the next it was alive and kicking.

Malcolm Mclaren set the ball in motion putting the band together and stealing everything from the New York Punk Scene – from Richard Hell’s style, the New York Dolls music and attitude to the Ramones ethos. It had to be loud and aggressive. The marketing was genius – drive a wedge between the old dying youth culture and create a new one.

Johnny Rotten (John Lydon) was no puppet though. He brought some great song-writing skills.

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Ever get the feeling you’ve been cheated? Good night!
He plays the part doesn’t he? I always get the feeling with John that there is a scared character behind that façade. He doesn’t want anyone to see that. But there is a lot of intelligence and talent lurking in there. It comes out in the music.
I’m not here for your amusement. You’re here for mine.
That was the Punk attitude. Not totally genuine though.
Sometimes the most positive thing you can be in a boring society is absolutely negative.
It certainly shook things up and gave it a reality check.
It’s a repressive society where you can’t be horrible, I’m not horrible, they made me horrible, I’m just honest.
He kicked out at everything. Most of it needed a kicking though.
There’s nothing glorious in dying. Anyone can do it.
Too true!! Death is never good. They should tell that to all the indoctrinated suicide bombers.
I think national pride leads to nothing but wars and hates.
I agree – it’s time we left nations behind in our tribal past and became more global.
Listen, you know this: If there’s not a rebellious youth culture, there’s no culture at all. It’s absolutely essential. It is the future. This is what we’re supposed to do as a species, is advance ideas.
I’m still rebelling!
Britain’s an island; it’s always had a constant ebb and flow of immigration – it makes it a better place.
It is getting the balance right. Too much and the strains show. They become hard to integrate. Too few and the energy and ideas stop flowing. Britain is vital because of its great hybrid culture.
People don’t like other poor people, and rather than blame the people that make you all poor, you blame each other.
That’s how the Tories and establishment do it. They turn the poor against the poor. Meanwhile the rich and powerful cream off all they can.
My words are my bullets.
And Johnny Rotten has written some great words!
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Extract from Rock Routes – List of Stiff Label essential tracks.

The new book, Rock Routes, is in production. The kindle version will be available soon. It is a run-through of the entire Rock Scene from the 1920s Country Blues through to 1980 Post-Punk. Every genre is described with its inter-relationships to others and each has a list of the genres essential tracks.

This is an example of the lists: The Stiff Label New Wave from the late seventies:

Artist Stand out tracks
Elvis Costello Alison

The angels want to wear my red shoes

Miracle man

Welcome to the working week

Blame it on Cain

I’m not angry

Waiting for the end of the world

Pump it up

Little triggers

(I don’t want to go to) Chelsea

You belong to me

Lip service

This years girls

Lipstick vogue

Oliver’s army

Accidents will happen

Senior service

Watching the detectives

Goon squad

Two little Hitlers

Busy bodies

Sunday’s best

I can’t stand up for falling down

Men called uncle

5ive gears in reverse

Beaten to the punch

I stand accused

Black and white world

Motel matches

New Amsterdam

Secondary modern

Clubland

A good year for the roses

Almost blue

Ian Dury Sex and drugs and rock ‘n’ roll

Billericay Dickie

What a waste

Sweet Gene Vincent

Wake up and make love to me

Hit me with your rhythm stick

Reasons to be cheerful pt 3

Plaistow Patricia

Clever Trevor

I’m partial to your abracadabra

My old man

Inbetweenies

Quiet

Don’t ask me

This is what we find

There aint half been some clever bastards

Lullaby for Francis

Common as muck

I want to be straight

Sueperman’s big sister

Pardon

Delusions of grandeur

Yes and no (Paula)

Hey, Hey Take me away

Oh Mr Peanut

Fucking Ada

That’s not all

You’ll see glimpses

Spasticus Autisicus

Really glad you came

Wreckless Eric (I’d go the) whole wide world

Reconnez Cherie

Semaphore signals

Be stiff

Personal hygiene

Take the cash

I wish it would rain

Veronica

A Popsong

Mickey Jupp Old Rock and Roller

Pilot

Lene Lovich Lucky number

Say when

I think we’re alone now

Bird song

Rachel Sweet B-A-B-Y
Kirsty Kirsty MacColl There’s a guy works down the chip shop swears he’s Elvis

They don’t know

A new England

Days

Miss Otis Regrets

What do pretty girls do

Don’t come the cowboy with me sonny Jim

Fairy tale of New York

Jona Lewie You’ll always find me in the kitchen at parties

Stop the cavalry

 

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Ian Dury – You’ll See Glimpses – Ian’s vision of utopia. Let’s hope we can make it come true.

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Poetic genius with complete disregard for decorum or audience. Ian wrote what he wanted and created the most outrageous, delightful and extreme lyrics.

He couldn’t really sing but was perfect to front the blockheads. He was colourful, extraordinary and an individual. Combining vaudeville clowning and zany props he created a live act that was unique. Nobody else pulled scarves out of their mouth, blew whistles and devested themselves of articles of clothing quite like Ian. He was a one off.

This song is a vision of utopia. It’s a bit tongue in cheek but none the less conveys a great deal of truth and beauty. I’d like to live in that world. It’s a million miles from Punk and yet, somehow, has all that Punk attitude. It’s delivered in a way that only Ian could pull off. A gem.

He took the energy of Punk, sensitivity and taste of an artist, playfulness of a poet and created something completely different. We miss you Ian!

You’ll See Glimpses – Ian Dury

You’ll see.

They think I’m off my crust as I creep about the caff.
But I’m really getting ready to surprise them all,
Because I’m busy sorting out the problems of the world.
And when I reveal all I may get a crinkly mouth.
I’ve given my all to the task at hand unstintingly.
When it’s all over I’ll rest on my laurels.

Here for a moment is a glimpse of my plan:
All the kids will be happy learning things.
The wind will smell of wild flowers.
Nobody will whack each other about with nasty things.
All the room in the world.

They take me for a mug because I smile.
They think I’m too out of tune to mind being patronised.
All in all, it’s been another phase in my chosen career,
And when my secrets are out they’ll bite their silly tongues.
All I want for my birthday is another birthday.
When skies are blue we all feel the benefit.

Glimpse Number 2 for the listener.
Everyone will feel useful in lovely ways.
Trees will be firmly rooted in town and country.
Illness and despair will be dispensed with.
All the room in the world.

They ask me if I’ve had the voices yet.
They don’t think I know any true answers.
It’s true that I haven’t quite finished yet.
When it all comes out in the wash they’ll eat their words.
I’ve got all their names and addresses.
Later on I’ll write them each a thank-you letter.

Before I stop, here’s a last glimpse into the general future.
Home rule will exist in each home, forever.
Every living thing will be another friend.
This wonderful state of affairs will last for always.

This has been got out by a friend.

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God Save The Queen – Sex Pistols lyrics – No future in Thatcher’s Britain

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The Sex Pistols epitomised the defiance and fury of a generation of youths thrown on the scrapheap of Thatcher’s divisive policies. In the jubilee year where the establishment celebrated their wealth, power and prestige the streets were full of riot and hatred as the have-nots rose up.

We’ll be doing it again soon when the current division continues to create an underclass with nothing to lose and a super-rich elite.

Cameron is building an H-bomb that will create mayhem.

They are sewing the seeds of a future of discontent and anger.

Johnny Lydon captured it brilliantly. He later went on to help solve the European butter mountain crisis. What a man.

“God Save The Queen”

God save the queen
The fascist regime
They made you a moron
Potential H-bomb

God save the queen
She ain’t no human being
There is no future
In England’s dreaming

Don’t be told what you want
Don’t be told what you need
There’s no future, no future,
No future for you

God save the queen
We mean it man
We love our queen
God saves

God save the queen
‘Cause tourists are money
And our figurehead
Is not what she seems

Oh God save history
God save your mad parade
Oh Lord God have mercy
All crimes are paid

When there’s no future
How can there be sin
We’re the flowers in the dustbin
We’re the poison in your human machine
We’re the future, your future

God save the queen
We mean it man
We love our queen
God saves

God save the queen
We mean it man
And there is no future
In England’s dreaming

No future, no future,
No future for you
No future, no future,
No future for me

No future, no future,
No future for you
No future, no future
For you

Sex Pistols – Meaningful lyrics from dispossessed Youth.

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Thatcher’s Britain had created a divided society. Her determination to crush the unions and set up an establishment paradise where the rich could prosper had resulted in a generation of disaffected youth.

The kids had no future so they vented their rage on the establishment. The fury and bitterness was ably expressed in the Sex Pistol’s song – God Save the Queen. The establishment considered them yobs but the lyrics displayed an intelligence and cleverness that showed they knew what they were doing. The whole mad charade of the Queen’s jubilee was a money making tourist gimmick. Royalty had become part of the tourist trap, that’s all!

It was all about making money for the wealthy.

The kids were being sacrificed while the establishment prospered. Their response was to be an anarchic irritant. They had nothing to lose.

The lyrics amply summed it up. Thatcher had created Punk!

“God Save The Queen” 

God save the queen
The fascist regime
They made you a moron
Potential H-bomb

God save the queen
She ain’t no human being
There is no future
In England’s dreaming

Don’t be told what you want
Don’t be told what you need
There’s no future, no future,
No future for you

God save the queen
We mean it man
We love our queen
God saves

God save the queen
‘Cause tourists are money
And our figurehead
Is not what she seems

Oh God save history
God save your mad parade
Oh Lord God have mercy
All crimes are paid

When there’s no future
How can there be sin
We’re the flowers in the dustbin
We’re the poison in your human machine
We’re the future, your future

God save the queen
We mean it man
We love our queen
God saves

God save the queen
We mean it man
And there is no future
In England’s dreaming

No future, no future,
No future for you
No future, no future,
No future for me

No future, no future,
No future for you
No future, no future
For you

The Clash – Opher’s World pays tribute to genius.

If the Sex Pistols were the battering ram used to knock the doors down then the Clash were the style and substance. Where the Sex Pistols were brash the Clash were cool. Where the Sex Pistols were blatant the Clash were more subtle. They took the energy and vibe of Punk and used it to harness a philosophy of political and social change.

At the time they were described as the intelligentsia of Punk. I’m not sure about that. They didn’t always get it right. There was an element of lauding yobbish behaviour, bank robbery and crime as if it was all part of some planned rebellion against the establishment that would bring about social change. As far as I could see robbing banks was not a career path to encourage and it wasn’t a victimless crime. Putting that aside we do find the Clash taking a stance. Unlike some of the other Punk bands they sought to ally themselves to the Blacks who they identified with as a victimised minority. This put them right at the forefront of Rock against Racism.

This also fostered a liking for Reggae and to a lesser extent Soul which they saw as musical forms that expressed the same defiant lyrical content and rebellious attitude. It meant that they introduced reggae rhythms into their music which was unique among the new Punk bands. They even got Lee Scratch Perry to co-produce a number.

With numbers like ‘White Riot’ which incited young White kids to get out and protest the way the Blacks had done, ‘London’s Burning’, ‘Tommy Gun’, ‘Career Opportunities’, ‘Police and Thieves’ and ‘Garageland’ they set out both their Punk credentials and a desire for direct action. The track ‘I’m so bored with the USA’ was a protest about the dire American crap we were being bombarded with as culture. They might be inspired by the likes of the Ramones and New York Dolls but this was a British Band living in the austerity and class war of Thatcher’s Britain. They were giving a voice to all those disenfranchised kids in British cities and didn’t give a damn about what America thought.

It was the third album – ‘London Calling’ that really sealed them as a great Rock band. It rose above being a mere Punk album with its clear and more sophisticated production, range of styles and songs and yet kept the Punk ethos. They even adopted Rockabilly as an authentic Punk expression. ‘Guns of Brixton’ reaffirmed that identification with Black culture and ‘London Calling’ with its distinctive guitar sound was mainstream Rock. The cover, which was a pastiche of Elvis’s first album with shades of the Who’s smashing guitars, was a move away from the cut and paste of Punk. The Clash had a different look, style and range. The idea of a Punk double album was strange for the new wave. That was more the realm of  the despised progressive bands. However the move away from fast snappy songs to variety and complexity was a sign of development.

There was talk as to whether the Clash could still be thought of as a genuine Punk Band anymore. Yet the attitude was there one hundred percent. It was just that they’d moved up a league and matured. The fire was still there. Also, unlike the Pistols, they had broken into America.

If ‘London Calling’ was controversial for a Punk Band then the triple album Sandanista was even more so. There was an even greater range of styles. Yet once again even the title of the album affirmed the revolutionary nature of the band. Combat Rock with its two singles that proved very commercially viable.

The internal strains began to manifest between Strummer and Jones. Jones got kicked out and after a last effort the band broke up.

What a pity that such a great band should succumb to that ignominous end. They were not merely a top Punk band they were one of the top bands in the world.

The Tom Robinson Band – Opher’s World pays tribute to genius.

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Punk emerged from Thatcher’s Britain like rabies from a dog-bite with all the bile and fury of the pent-up fury at being regarded as superfluous. It was the voice of the dispossessed who had no future and nothing to lose.

With many bands it was all visceral and mad anarchic angst, not really saying things as much as shouting. With other bands that hormone driven frustration was vocalised in acidic terms that hit out like a scatter-gun at any target going.

The Tom Robinson Band were different. They spoke, or rather shouted, on behalf of the gay community who were just one of the many minority groups to feel the toxic breath of Thatcher’s intolerant venom. The gays, like the miners, unions and anyone with the slightest liberal bent, were being targeted. The law with the infamous clause 28, which made it illegal to promote homosexuality, had activated the police to be able to come down on them.

Punk embodied all of these disenfranchised groups. The working classes had no jobs as the economic crisis was politically deployed to break the unions, bring in new technology and obtain cheap labour. There was mass unemployment and no sympathy or assistance given. The Blacks were targeted with SUS. Someone had to speak out against the abuse and speak up for the downtrodden.

The Tom Robinson Band wasn’t afraid to do just that. After scoring with the great but rather innocuous ‘2-4-6-8 Motorway’ the band went on to produce a couple of great albums seething with political fury. I can just imagine the apoplexy at the Beeb whjen they released the wonderfully anthemic ‘Sing if you’re glad to be gay’.

I saw them live in Hull and they had the whole place going. All those rough, tough hetero Punks singing their hearts out.

There was only one target and it was Thatcher’s uncaring Britain.

Tom Robinson hit the bulls-eye!

Which side are you on?

 

Stiff Little Fingers – Opher’s World pays tribute to genius.

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Stiff Little Fingers are my favourite Punk band. They came roaring out of Ireland full of ire, angst and fury. They were railing at the tragic life they were being forced to live in the shadow of the ‘troubles’ with real emotions based on real experience. Life was hard in Thatcher’s Britain for young disaffected youth but it was real murder in Belfast! They were fed-up with the guns, bombs, sectarian hatred, barricades, barbed wire, and being threatened by soldiers, police and paramilitary thugs. Punk proved the ideal vehicle. It all came pouring out on that first album ‘Inflamable Material’. It wasn’t inflammable it was incendiary.

No wonder John Peel loved it. He had a real ear for genuine talent. He immediately saw the genuine emotion that soaked through every sentiment. These weren’t a bunch of kids making stuff up – they were venting their hearts, spleen and lungs.

If the Sex Pistols were brash Stiff Little Fingers were brazen. If the Pistols were hot Fingers were nuclear. Not only that but they had the lyrical ability to put it all down in a form that made it interesting and accessible. Jake Burns had the word play at his finger tips to illustrate the world they lived in. He even managed to inject some humour in between the fury. This was Punk with real teeth. This wasn’t to do with Thatcher’s selective austerity and no jobs for the lower classes, class warfare; this was war with real bullets, bombs, threats and deaths.

Fingers even took the Bob Marley classic ‘Johnny Was’ and made it there own. Where the song was about a senseless gang killing in Trenchtown they transferred it to Belfast. The raw guitar exchange of riffs with their strident ring gave it a sinister edge. It was an anthem to senseless murder and violence. The riffs snarled and spat. The vocals soared with despair.

Fingers were what Punk was all about – protest, despair and fury. It was the voice of disaffected youth who saw that they had no future.

This was my type of music, full of rightful political/social fury at the injustice created by politicians, religious leaders and the businessmen who orchestrated the unequal world order. It was a scream of protest. They made the Irish situation stark for all to hear but also illustrated a problem the world over. The ones at the bottom were being shat on by the tiny minority that ran it all.

Punk didn’t get much better than this!

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