Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Ninjas vs FAIM

As everyone seems to know now, I’m in the roller derby team. With roller derby being so new, we need funds to get us going, so Foxy von Fistburger organised for us to have the rink on the first Saturday of every month. It soon became an idea to have live bands play while punters skate around the rink. I laughed when my name was nominated to find the bands to play. I somehow didn’t think it was so funny when I ended up with the job of derby band liaison bitch.


For the first night off the ground, we had punk night (surprise surprise). The two bands who were playing were Injured Ninja and The F.A.I.M! Project. Down at derby, we knew that we were paying the bands bugger all to play but we could bring them a damn huge crowd, so we went to play media whores down at the local street press office. We were doing well, but I knew that we’d struggle to get the 150 that we’d told the bands that we’d get.


So the bands started doing their own promo, which is when I started realising how different the two bands were. Injured Ninja have toured internationally, finding themselves in Japan thanks to some nice government grants. These 4 guys do everything by the book from band liaisons to media promotion. A week before the show, I found out that Injured Ninja had got themselves on RTRfm (the local radio station) to plug the show. Wow, go boys!


In stark contrast, The F.A.I.M! Project do things their way or not at all. They rock up to sign their band agreements drunk from an afternoon’s drinking; signing massive waivers covering everything from their band payment to their equipment, even their lives whilst making bawdy jokes and playing footsies under the fucking table. But to top things of, they don’t have government grants, airplay on the radio or an ironing board full of fancy pedals, they do things the F.A.I.M! Project way. They get their press by having Noah do his infamous acrobatics set down at a local pub which shall remain unnamed which found the band getting more press than any radio show ever got Injured Ninja. It’s amazing what you can achieve with a couple of fridge-sized bouncers and a simple lighting rig.


But, I guess getting kicked off stage after just 3 songs is just the new black of band publicity.

Thursday, August 6, 2009

ZXSPECKY – VEGETATIVE STATE

It’s no secret that I’ve been a fan of Zxspecky for quite a while now. With super fast riffs, catchy choruses, and a skewed take on modern society that’s as hilarious as it is insightful, they are an extremely entertaining pop-punk band. I am of the opinion that this band gets better with each successive release, and I feel that Vegetative State, their fourth studio album (fifth if you include that one with Project Mayhem), continues that tradition.

Oh sorry, did I just say that Vegetative State is the best album they’ve ever made? I sure did, and after listening to it it’s not hard to see why. Like all the other albums that came before, this album takes the tried and true Specky formula from the previous album and pushes it even further, making the riffs faster, the choruses catchier, and the lyrics funnier.

Right from the start, this album hits top gear and stays there, cranking out hit after hit. It begins with Clever, a catchy little song about ‘being clever for the sake of it’ or something- I haven’t actually been able to read the lyrics yet so I’m just guessing based on the chorus- before moving on to Clay Lucy and Eurotrash Group Therapist, two songs which have been staples of their live shows for over a year. Then we get to Puerto Chicxulub, a song that manages to link a (allegedly) poorly written review about the band to that crater in Mexico where a meteorite that (allegedly) killed the dinosaurs hit the Earth. This song always makes me laugh, as does Ayahuasca, a song which celebrates ‘Peruvian party drugs’ and is so addictively catchy it could be considered a drug itself! After this is ICT, another full speed song, and Unsolicited Promotional Material Romantic, a song that is apparently about falling in love with the models in department store junk mail (which is something I’m sure we can all relate to… right? No? Just me? Alrighty then). The next two songs, Peter Repeater and John, Where’s The Party At?, are slower paced, but still quite fun and catchy in their own right, and then there’s… well, that’s it. Like all of Specky’s albums, it’s got an obscenely short running time, but it sure was fun while it lasted, right?

Overall, this album is a must buy if you liked Specky’s other albums or just like pop-punk in general. I also hear it’s great if you think that you are into rock. *wink*

Monday, May 25, 2009

LFDD 4 Way Split review

Now this is an awesome album. You’ve got four of the best punk bands from Perth, all with distinctly different styles to suit whatever mood you’re in, being represented on a massive 23 track album. The only way I’m going to be able to review this is by discussing each band separately, so let’s get into it!

This album begins with The Lungs, and anyone who’s seen these guys live will know that they are pretty much the most hardcore band on the album. I don’t mean that in a musical sense, I mean that in a ‘missing teeth, tattoos, piercings etc’ sense. They seem like the kind of guys who just live and breathe punk, and even if you’ve never seen them live, song titles such as ‘Chicks Dig Assholes’, ‘Head Like A Cunt’ and ‘Sex, Drugs, Rock & Roll’ should pretty much give that away. Fortunately, their songs are as catchy and fun as they are heavy, making their contribution to this album a very enjoyable one.

Next up are one of my personal faves ZXSPECKY, who despite their inclusion on this album, refuse to be labelled as ‘punk’. Their contribution is a set of fun, light-hearted pop songs that don’t take themselves too seriously, played at high speed. Funnily enough, Specky’s six songs consists of three from their upcoming album Vegetative State, and three others which I assume are old unreleased or B-side tracks. The change in style is very noticeable and quite jarring, but on the other hand, it’s interesting to have that comparison between old and new. Overall, this section of the album is a fun change of pace from the other sections… and besides, if I don’t say good things about these guys I may get a song dedication in the vein of ‘Puerto Chicxulub’ (a song which makes fun of a poorly written review).

Third on the list are The New Husseins, a more traditional kind of punk rock with extremely blokey vocals. These guys know how to have fun but can also rock as hard as anyone else, and both of these elements are demonstrated through one of the greatest drinking songs of recent memory: ‘Alcohol’. Other highlights include ‘Sniper’ and ‘Chooky’, and while this particular list of songs is the smallest on the album (5 instead of 6), it holds its own quite well.

Last but certainly not least are Perth’s favourite streetpunx, Surprise Sex Attack. Their section picks up right where ‘A Romantic Interlude’ left off, which means the songs consist mostly of ultra fast punk rock with screaming vocals. There are also some slower, ska-influenced sections, and the album ends with a cover of ‘Dirty Old Town’, a singalong favourite at live shows. SSA distinguish themselves on this album by being the most intense and frenetic band, and while the others had at least one ‘fun’ song each, SSA sound deadly serious all the way through.

The four sections of this album not only sound great on their own, but they complement each other really well, meaning that the album sounds like a complete package as opposed to a bunch of disjointed songs. It’s fun to listen to, great value for money, and best of all, contains something for everyone- well, everyone who likes punk rock anyway. Definitely worth buying.


MARK V

GWH - The Spirit of Hate

Angry. Angry young man. This rather obscure Simpsons quote always comes to mind when seeing a Good Willed Hate concert. This band is all about the anger, and it works in their favour, because the most memorable aspect of their live shows is how brutal and in-your-face they are.

GWH have finally released a five track EP (seven if you get the bonus hidden ones) called ‘The Spirit of Hate’, and the name turns out to be an appropriate one because that spirit of hate and anger from the live shows has been successfully captured in the studio recordings. The songs that made the EP are short, loud, and straight to the point. GWH do not mess around or over-complicate things- when they want to say something, they say it as clearly and loudly as they possibly can, just to make sure you don’t misunderstand them.

The track list includes well-known GWH songs such as Myths, Life’s Just a Dream, and the singalong favourite Set Fire to the Amplifier. On certain discs, Freeway (my personal fave) is also included as a bonus track. I was surprised that Human Plague was not included, especially since the cover art is based on that song, but I suppose you can’t have everything.

While the sound quality is very good, I personally had an issue with the sound mixing. Obviously it’s not my place to tell a band how they should sound, but I thought the vocals sounded too loud and the guitars sounded too quiet, muffled even. It was okay on my headphones, but in my car the only thing I could hear was the vocals. This is a shame, because the guitar work on this album is very good, and I thought the album would’ve sounded better if the guitars weren’t constantly drowned out by the vocals.

Despite my issues with the mixing, I liked the music on this EP, which takes elements of hardcore, metal and punk to create a very heavy, very aggressive sound. The Spirit of Hate provides a great sample of GWH’s musical style for new fans, while also giving the established fans something to listen to between shows. It’s a promising studio debut which will hopefully be followed by many more.


MARK V

The Decline - The Same Kind

The Decline’s debut EP, The Same Kind, is the complete opposite to a box of chocolates. With this album, you know exactly what you’re going to get. It’s punk rock. That’s it. Nothing more, nothing less. It doesn’t try to be overly complex or break any rules of the genre, it’s just 5 songs of punk rock, plain and simple. And it’s called ‘The Same Kind’. Oh the irony.

But let me make one thing clear: this is a good thing. A very, VERY good thing. Think about all your favourite major-label punk bands. Now think about what their first couple of albums sounded like- you know, before they sold out for cash and/or turned into whiney, middle aged emos (those bastards). Now you know what to expect from this EP.

The album starts off super fast and stays that way until the end. It’s full of catchy hooks, riffs and melodies, and has a distinctly ‘Aussie’ style. Maybe it’s because of the music, or maybe it’s because the vocals brought back memories of Frenzal Rhomb. Either way, the album sounds great and is flawlessly mixed.

Speaking of vocals, the lyrics on this album are very politically-charged. Okay, a couple of songs seem to be talking about relationships, but then you get to Life Sentence, an interesting rant about the death penalty. And of course, there’s the title track which attacks the war in Iraq, and the highlight track No Way Hose, which talks about racism towards Arabs. Plus it samples South Park, which earns extra points in my books.

Despite being too damn short (as all EPs are), this EP is excellent. It’s so much fun to listen to and it leaves you wanting more (good thing they’re recording an LP then). If you’re into the same kind of music that has been described in this review, then this EP is a must-own!


MARK V

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Bash Myself EP

Let me give you some background info on Tomás Ford, Lost style.

I’d just turned 18, Fear of Comedy had just broken up, as were most other bands, WA Decay was released a few months prior and I was finally released into the world of pub gigs. As an underage child, I was restricted to the shows at Leederville HQ and whatever overage gigs I could beg the promoter to work the door at; hence my level of band awareness was fairly low; I’d take what I could get. I always wanted to see bands that drew influence upon the bands that I listened to and who I regarded as the greats. I had no problem finding a general sound that I could identify with, but a visual show left me searching. Being a fan of the infamous GG Allin, I wanted someone who interacted with the crowd, whose shows were different every time, which wasn’t afraid to be known and out there.

I originally went to a Tomás Ford show with my buddy Alex. Now remembering that Alex thinks that Bad Brains and The Germs are the cat’s pyjamas, I was expecting an 80s hardcore band to get fucked up to in the pit. That night at the Hydey, I got Tomás. I didn’t really know what to think of him. I thought he was entertaining, somewhat comedic, but in an intelligent, and thought provoking way. The second time I saw him was the maker or breaker for this guy in my mind. I still hadn’t made my mind up either way whether he was worth my time or not. Tomás put on a similar show, but this time, I started to understand the idea behind his shows; the genre-bending, scene-warping, mind fucking fun.

I continued to attend Tomás’s shows on occasion, taking different friends along for the ride each time. Late last year, I got to be a part of Tomás Ford’s controlled riot (which you can read about on here). It was here that I found out that there’s actually a science to what Tomás does. It’s not haphazard, it’s definitely not ad-libbed and he doesn’t jump all over just anyone (some people don’t like that.) Watching Tomás play night in night out for little or no money makes him one of two musicians that I respect in this one-horse town.

Now to the Bash Myself EP
The EP starts off with a wash of digital noise moving into Bash Myself which was written about the comedown after a show. The track points out the downsides of the entertainment industry, including the abuse the performers take to play “my cartilage is dying from the jumping every night” and the constant self-reflection that is needed to continually to play audience-stopping shows. Next up is Get used to it which features the talents of Emcee Able, a crooner track for Tomás followed by a rap verse by Emcee Able. God I hate 95% of rap music, but luckily there’s only one verse before Tomás’s crooning is back. The Bash Myself remix surprised me in its outcome. It’s the dancier version of Bash Myself which quite surprisingly, even my Dad liked! So much for the usual “Call that music? Turn that racket down!” spiel which I normally get. I rather like the female vocals on the track; they wash down well with the dance beats. Loudspeeka remix comes in after. The remix goes down better with the punters better than the original because of its newfound disco-dance beat. After seeing the Voltaire Twins live, I can really hear their sound on this track. Plus, as an added bonus, Tomás pulls out different moves for the remix in his live show. Ironically, the rap-come-breakdown that Tomás pulls in this song is actually good (see I do like 5% of rap!) Finally comes in the remix of Letters of Complaint remix. With a different backing track and distorted vocals, it definitely works better to freak the listener out “Why don’t you kill yourself and all your children” and could now quite happily feature in its very own eerie horror film. If an electro EP can be featured in a punk zine and cause this writer to happily give up her night to go and check out this guy, he’s definitely worth it!

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Why Perth isn't as lame as people keep telling me it is

I am sick and tired of people bagging out Perth, telling me that it’s dullsville and it’s stuck in the dark ages. We are the most isolated city in the world. Get over it. We do things our way. Get over it. Don’t like it? Get the fuck out of here.

I like Perth, there, I’ve said it. I can’t think of anywhere else that gives people such a blank canvas. Perth is ultimately, what you make it. Don’t like the fact that there’s fuck all zines in the city? You make one. Don’t like hardcore? Make your own band. Think it’s boring? Then quit moaning and find something to do!

Make things happen. In Perth we have a population full of kids who want something to do. If you host gigs, people will come after some time. People will get to recognise you for better or worse, yes it will take some time but Perth is so small that it will take less time than the larger cities where everything has already been done and is still going.

If you want to tell me that you can go elsewhere and do better then quit talking! Get the fuck out of Perth! I don’t want you here! If you don’t want to be here, I don’t want you here.

You could do a lot worse!

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Introducing Noah

Meeting new writers is always an interesting process. I always want to know exactly who it is who’s writing for me so as I can defend my decisions of their inclusion if need be. In between issue 2 and 3, I had 2 new writers join the Lost team. One of them was a guy by the name of Noah Skape. He said he was the front man for a band by the name of The FAIM Project. His writing was good, so I decided to run it, but I wanted to know what made this guy tick. I really didn’t want to print his stuff to find he was renowned for being all talk or a neo-nazi etc. so I asked around as to if anyone has heard of this guy or his band. The result was a scary, but reassuring no; I mean people would’ve heard about him if he was the local representative of the national front, yeah? I found out his band were playing a rare show in late January so I resolved to head down to check this band out. By the beginning of January, I had managed to book his band for the launch. Hey, I thought, this guy’s given me two pages worth of material, the least I owe him is a slot to play at the launch, and his band could even open if it came to it.

So I went down to the show to find my friend Blake down there and no one else. Ok, I thought, the bands playing with them aren’t exactly the balls-out punk I normally watch, that’s ok. Whilst watching one of the opening bands play, I noticed a guy walking around with David Bowie style makeup, a suit jacket and red jeans. The guy looked interesting, but I’d never seen him before. Seeing him was like the first time I saw Viv, the magnet inside of me was flared. Now, for those of you who don’t know, ever since I was about 17, I’ve had what can only be described as a magnet inside of me which flares up upon meeting certain people, who usually go on to become great friends. To this day, I have no idea what sets it off or why I have it, only that it flares at certain people and ignores others. I decided to talk to this cool looking guy before the night was over, but I really wanted to meet this Noah guy – he was what I was here for. The guy I’d been looking at disappeared for a while, which was cool with me, I’d find him a bit later. I went to the toilet while FAIM set up, started a random conversation with some guy sat at the bar then pushed my way to the front of about 10 people to see this band that I’d booked to play and more importantly see who the hell this Noah guy was. Well, you can all imagine the look of surprise on the face of your humble narrator when this makeup clad cool cat I’d resolved to talk to takes the mic and starts singing. Now imagine my face when I actually realise that this guy, and his band, has talent! I spend the set watching Noah walk all over the bar, climb up onto the amp system, climb on the drum kit, jump on his guitarist, run around going generally crazy and keep every eye in the room locked firmly on him for 40mins. A few weeks after the show, I read a review that labels the band akin to a modern day Sex Pistols; fair call. I mention to my friend, Blake that I came to meet this singer I’m watching and the band that’s playing. The whole set, Blake stands there with a look of horror on his face. He mentions that they have ‘Homoerotic undertones’ and later refers to them as a ‘gayer version of the looney tunes’.

When the show was over, I went into the band room to introduce myself. I remember saying:
Me: “Are you Noah?”
Noah [staring at me like I’m some sort of stalker]: Uh, yeah
Me: I’m Cadbury from Lost
Noah: Oh, sweet, Can’t wait for the launch. I’m so excited
Noah walks off to pack up the drum kit or something or other and leaves me to talk to their guitarist. I decide the guy’s either a tosser or is shy. Based upon his level of response when I revealed who I was, I decided just shy –something I was right about when I saw him again at writer’s night. I don’t normally have this sort of reaction to most of my writers, but this was a pleasant surprise. I just hope I can find more cool writers like Noah without even realising it.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Zero Interest in... OUT OF HIS ELEMENT

Tonight (Sunday 15th March, 2009), I was in one of the single most strange situations I’ve ever been in. I had a ticket to Cirque Du Soliel… and the VIP section.
Leading up to this event, I had no idea it would be so awkward. In fact, I was quite looking forward to it. I’d been sick for about two weeks previously (missing three concerts, which blew), but I was finally starting to feel better, and a night of mind blowing French circus excellence was exactly what I was in need for.
What I didn’t need was to be stuck in pretentious-ville beforehand.
Unfortunately, and with you knowing standard writing form, that’s exactly what happened.
It all started well, we were able to park nice and close (due to VIP parking), and CDS was just across the road. Compared to last time where we had a super long walk, this was a pleasant relief.
After parking the car, entering the vicinity, and progressing along to “our” tent (a magical location entitled ‘Tapis Rouge’), we made our way in. We were handed a free program, the air conditioning was nice, and the room kind of looked and felt like the Korova Milk Bar.
You’re thinking: “Well, Zero, that doesn’t sound bad…”
WELL, SIR, YOU ARE WRONG! YOU ARE WRONG LIKE DONKEY KONG!
I could tell just by walking in, I was out of my element. Everyone there had an air of total pretentiousness to them, and suddenly, I felt it coming on as well. “Ha! Look at us! In this fancy room, away from all those plebs!” I didn’t know what I was saying. I didn’t know what I was doing. All I knew was that this was Tapis Rouge, and fuck the rest of them!
There was fine wine, though I didn’t drink any. Maybe I should have, the drunkenness would have made me feel far less nervous and pessimistic.
The food wasn’t real. It was salmon, caviar, and other assorted tiny food. I felt like Nigel Tufnel in This Is Spinal Tap, during the “tiny bread” scene. (I eventually escaped and made my way to the other main tent, and bought chips and chocolate instead. Y’know? REAL FOOD)
The people there had a dignity that I was very uncertain of, it was obvious that they thought they were superior, and a punk kid like me could feel nothing but paranoia by it all.
I soon found myself talking to some man who I later discovered is a doctor. We spoke of science fiction literature, and the price of modern day living, all while feasting on minute pieces of salmon. We spoke like two highfaluting university professors. You know that I’m not like that, and you know how ludicrous this all sounds. Make no mistake though, it really did happen.
Eventually we made our way to the arena, and saw half of the show. Cirque Du Soliel was spectacularly brilliant as usual, and didn’t disappoint.
During intermission we went back to Tapis Rouge, and ate tiny morsels of chocolate cake. Because anything reaching a proper portion would be insanity!
Then I snorted coke.
Rest of the show was good, and we did get a free cd each (which was the only worthwhile experience of being VIP, apart from excellent seats).
Eventually we made our way home, and had McDonalds for tea. This turned out to be a bad idea, and I’m still gassing it up pretty badly.
I’m Zero Interest.
Tonight I was out of my element.
Good night, folks.

Monday, February 23, 2009

White picket fence

On the weekend I had the opportunity to see all of my old friends again. You know the ones who you sat next to in English or art class for no better reason than you didn't want to look uncool by sitting by yourself. I guess we had somethings in common, mainly our loneliness and our ability to not fit into many different situations and cliques at school. I haven't seen many of them for about a year now. That's how I like it. I have my life and they have theirs. Sure, we will send the odd email or bump into each other on the train, but there's not enough that can be said in those odd moments of time when we are rushing from place to place for them to really understand whats happening in the life of Cadbury.
The party went on, so we made conversation. "What are you up to these days?" was the favourite line of everyone's, as it was so ambiguous that it didn't matter if you hadn't seen the person in 3 days or 3 years, it still asked them the same banal shit.
It was at this point, where I'd usually hear the usual drivel:

Me:"What have you been doing?"
Friend: "Oh, you know, the usual"
Me: [gives quizzical look, inviting them to further the last statement in an attempt to appear caring]
Friend: "work, uni, the usual. You?"
Me: "Yeah, the same"

Why didn't I say "Well, you know, I've started up this zine which is read in 5 different continents and I'm launching the third issue soon" you ask me. Well, there are a few reasons which I am yet to explain. You see, usually the friend will then go on to explain that they found a man who is 30+ years of age (only a 10+ year age gap), have a mortgage, are engaged and are planning on having children.
YOU PEOPLE MAKE ME SICK!
At the young age of 19, you are still classed as teenagers. Whatever happened to living your life while you can? The average 19 year old should be concerned with what's happening in their shitty job and whether they have passed that last philosophy assignment at uni, not their 30-40year old paedophile and their mortgage.
Don't tell me that I want the Aussie dream. I don't want 2.5 kids and a nice house in the suburbs. Not just yet. I want to live my life first. Fuck mortgages. Fuck children. Fuck houses. Fuck debts. Fuck everyone who says that's what I have to do. I'm living here and now, doing what I love because I love it and I will continue to do so until I die.
Fuck your standards!

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Issue 3 press release





"GET LOST!" PROOF PUNK'S NOT DEAD


' Perth writers prove punk's not dead with third issue of fanzine "Lost in the Suburbz" scheduled to be released at local gig.




In a true do-it-yourself launch, the punk lifestyle magazine "Lost in the Suburbz" will release its third issue on Saturday the 21st March at a local punk concert held at the Hyde Park Hotel, North Perth from 8pm onward. The gig will feature an impressive line-up of local bands that include Tomas Ford, The New Husseins, The FAIM Project (formerly Sixgun), Scrimshaw Raw, and Good Willed Hate in an endeavour to kickoff the release of a truly punk and truly local Perth-based D-I-Y fanzine.




"Lost"’s first issue was released late October 2007, focusing its first issue heavily on punk lifestyle in Perth. Since its release in 2007, the Perth based zine has recieved attention and readers in 5 continents. Which is a great achievement for a zine that "we thought wouldn't get past issue one" says Cadbury, the creator of "Lost in the Suburbz".



The "Lost in the Suburbz" crew have enthusiastically developed a different layout for the new issue to bring back the cut and paste style that is so well known and loved in the punk scene, but has kept true to the regular content that the "Lost in the Suburbz" readers have grown to love; of local bands and punk acts, as well as the usual columns by Goth Cunt, Barclay and Little G. In issue 3 "Lost in the Suburbz" introduces two new writers who are known on the local scene; The FAIM Project's NoahSkape, who is doubling as the Lost in the Suburbz's sexy cover boy for issue 3, and Zero Interest. "Lost in the Suburbz always has and always will be about local Perth music and being punk in the most isolated city in the world" - Cadbury.




Lost's aim is to capture the overall essence of what it means to be a punk in Perth and revive a very much underground part of music culture which has been lost for many years.

Friday, January 16, 2009

SHARPs

A few months ago, when I asked for articles for Lost in the Suburbz issue #3, I was handed this by a friend of mine. I read it, thought 'that's nice' and put it on the pile with the rest. I didn't think about it again until I heard about the Russian skinhead teenagers being sentenced to a measly 3 years for the murder of 20 immigrants. The article about the Russian skinheads is here or here if you want to check it out for yourself.
But more importantly, it made me think about racism here in Perth. Our skinheads aren't obvious, I have yet to see men walking around with shaved heads, Fred Perry shirts and Docs, but on closer inspection, they do exist here in Perth. Just because they don't wear the stereotypical clothes, or bear a swastika on their clothes doesn't mean that they are not racist. Its increasingly hard to find non-white punks (yes, a handful do exist in Perth, but I'd like to see more). Fortunately, our neo-nazis are more often than not steam-blowers...all talk and no action, but it is a worrying trend that people still think it's acceptable to cast prejudice based upon the colour of someone's skin. Only the other day, I was at the Hydey when the bouncers all rushed past myself and some others because " a gang of aboriginals have rocked up. We [the bouncers] need to go and sort them out". Cue remarks and comments from all in the group...Somehow it was acceptable to do this, yet people won't stand around to hear a white supremacist song. People do not wish to stand around and be given racist messages in song or otherwise, yet it's fine to make jokes. Which is why I would like all people across Perth to stand back and ask themselves where their prejudices lie and where they come from, are the even valid? do you even know that's true? and more importantly why do I believe this?
Anyways, the article that started this rant is here


S.H.A.R.P ORIGINS
Skinheads.Against.Racial.Prejudice, was originally founded by an N.Y traditional skinhead, already by definition, a non racist.
After noticing the ever growing population of neo nazi skinheads, (boneheads) in and around N.Y and particularly the southern states, and as the members and notoriety of the Hammerskins gradually grew, so did the distaste of so many traditional skins, including Marcus Pacheco's.
So he then soon decided that it was about time something was done, to give the traditionals some kind of way to differentiate themselves from the neo nazi element. And to earn some kind of recognition for the real roots and origins of the first skinheads.
Which were basically black and white, working to middle class youth. United throughout a common sense of youth subculture, namely early reggae music and ska. They would congregate together mostly through dancehall nights put on by mainly Jamaican and West Indian promoters of such music. This occurred mostly in London during the mid to late 60s. Early skinhead dress sense and music was borrowed greatly from the Jamaican and West Indian "Rude Boy" and girl immigrants.
Already, there had been a surge of like minded traditional skins, before SHARP was conceived, called the "baldies". Who had brought themselves together as a group within the state of Minneapolis. Some filtered down to N.Y during 1987, after SHARP had just officially formed. The first chapter, (the NY chapter), was formed in 1987, with the aid of two close friends, Troy and Bruce, from a local tattoo parlour, Marcus rallied as many traditional skins as he could.
The only real difference between a SHARP and a 'Trad' at the time, was that the SHARP skinhead was now outspoken about anti racism, within and without the skinhead scene.
Where as their traditional counterparts were mostly considered non racist and not so outspoken, and of course not actively anti racist as given. Initially SHARP was mainly created as a vehicle to create an awareness for mainstream society; through flyers, word of mouth, and exposure of SHARP crews in and around NY and at shows/gigs. Those skinheads who would be wearing SHARP patches, badges, tshirts etc. Inevitably younger, and some more eager members of the movement would engage in taking a more actively anti racist stance.
Members of the Baldies within the NY scene would also engage in anti-racist activities when running into Boneheads on the Baldies turf. Both SHARP and Baldies members would disrupt neo nazi gigs and meetings within the NY boroughs by almost any means possible.
Within the local hardcore punk and punk oi scenes, there were a few supporters of SHARP as well. Amongst the earliest and most vocal supporters were Andre Schlesinger, vocalist from the oi/punk band The Press, and Jason O'Toole, vocalist from the NYHC band Lifesblood.
After a few years went by and an even newer and more eager SHARP members inducted themselves into the SHARP scene, by 'claiming' SHARP, and forming their own smaller crews, rather than actually being formally inducted into the NY SHARP chapter. The scene began to deteriorate.
This in turn creating what some of the old guard SHARP and Baldies alike would have referred to as a negative effect within the movements. Many newer untrialed members would claim SHARP or call themselves Baldies, in an effort to claim instant street cred, or claim SHARP or Baldie just as a convenient cover to do drugs and deal drugs on corners etc, relatively inconspicuously and freely. And feel that they had some kind of protection on certain NY turf. Also, many over zealous pc thugs who would maybe just shave their heads and claim SHARP, formed their own illegitimate SHARP crews, and would hunt down and victimise just about anyone who might have been rumoured to have hung out with, or know boneheads.
Gangs, crews of over zealous pc thugs, militant pc SHARP, who sought to dominate other crew with their over politicised agendas, only managed to further bring down the initially good reputation of the original SHARP movement. Inevitably infighting/squabbling ensued between the crews, which again tainted the SHARP cause. Many became disenchanted with what was initially a good noble movement. Further along, SHARP and baldy numbers dwindled, within the NY scene at least. Although since the first wave of SHARP, many other chapters have sprung up worldwide from Europe to Asia.
Roddy Moreno of the first outspoken anti racist/fascist European oi band the Oppressed, based in Cardiff, Wales, visited NY in 1989, after hearing about the SHARP movement there.
He spoke to Marcus Pacheco, and decided he would bring to Britain the idea of SHARP and set up the first british based chapters.
He had already helped to spearhead the Anti Fascist Action movement in his hometown. The group was compromised of anyone who opposed racism and fascist politics. As was its later American counterpart Anti Racist Action was, which was initially inspired and in some ways organised by ex SHARP and SHARP members.
By Adam M