1977, Silver Jubilee year and the punk movement is breaking out among British youth, spreading moral panic. Paul Bottle and friends are just leaving college, when he is seduced by the vibrant punk scene and suddenly his life begins. Next door neighbour Stan forms his own band, Mortal Wound and gigs and new music explode around them.When EMI offer a record contract to the best local punk group, furious competition breaks out among all the rivals. A ruthless 'Battle of the Bands' contest ensues that summer. If you were an original punk - or a younger person interested - this book puts you right back there among it. In a gripping, often hilarious, sometimes touching story, the music, the whole period and - most importantly - the brilliant people - are brought back to us. We feel the social pain and desire that fuelled the whole phenomenon, generally amid times of economic hardship and political conflict. Most of all we feel the energy and excitement and hilarity.
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To Pau Hewson
No necessarîy în e rîg order… Hanks o Sîan Pîckard or prooreadîng ove o my dauger Anasasîa Specîa anks o my dad or eîng me o Inîs îs book Frîends and amîy A our musîc eroes pas, presen and beyond
1. Smells Like Teen Spirit
Hîs a ceebraîon o rîendsîp, a punk band and e rî rîde o musîc Wo, were, wa was ï în 1977? ï was eîgeen year od Pau Boe, jus abou o graduae rom e oca ars coege, sî îvîng a ome, în our own o Nuon Sock waves proved someîng seîsmîc was abou o appen în e UK He sîuaîon woud cange, or e naîon, or rock musîc and or you, even î we dîdn’ recognîze advance noîces Here were argumens, bu ey caed îs movemen ‘punk rock’ ï was a bra-pop endency aunced durîng e Queen’s Sîver Jubîee Year We were consîdered a nîgmare or e roya amîy, e governmen and e esabîsmen Or mos obvîousy î was He Sex Pîsos ow coud you ever orgîve or orge em? Punk expoded a my prevîous îdeas abou îe, everyîng ï’d ever îsened o, oug or waced Musîc and sye, ars and rebeîon, îdenîy and growîng up, a’s were î began Soon ï was knockîng around wî anasîc new peope wo coud cuss and pay a guîar a e same îme He punks srued around în eîr gory, îke kîngs and queens o e sree, wî ardy a Kîng’s sîîng în eîr rîpped pockes Hese were oug îmes or young peope, beore socîa medîa – or good or evî – mosy în erms o jobs For many o us a ‘career’ was îke spoîng a unîcorn waîîng a e bus sop Evenuay ï go e îdea o become a ‘preenîous musîc crîîc’ Unî punk came aong scoo rîends woud drag me îno own on Saurday nîgs o bad cubs wî errîbe soundracks ï’d pu on my ceck spors jacke and Lared rousers (cosen or me ou
o e Co-operaîve Super Sore) oca gîrs în ome-sewn o pans woud eîer îgnore me or gîve a jump o aarm Hey eT me under a pasîc pam ree a e edge o e Loor, încîneraed wî embarrassmen ï’d urn îno a snow man î any gîr so muc as breaed on my neck; wîc dîdn’ appen very oTen ïnvîsîbîîy dîdn’ make me ee more comorabe under e Lasîng o îgs ohe Famîngo He revouîon sared wen my eow suden Jon go îno punk e wen on o orm îs own band and ï was învîed o one o e mad gîgs ïn ac Jon Wîmore was my nex door neîgbour, wo creaed amazemen by emergîng în eary punk cosume e cose o make a bîg ar scoo saemen, sockîng socîey and cangîng popuar musîc ‘You’ never guess wa ï’m ookîng a,’ dad decared e was peerîng around e edge o e curaîns and nes îno our suburban road ‘Boody Nora!’ ‘Wa’s aggravaîng you now, Pee?’ saîd our moer Our dad auged în baled ury ‘Come and ook a îs, wî you,’ e od us ‘ï’s e weedy îe kîd o em nex door Wearîng a boody dusbîn îner Saey pîns roug îs ears’ Wîou unsîckîng îs eyes rom e gass, dad gesured or my broer Cares and me o come over ‘ï’ve never seen e îke o îs ake a ook yourseves, you ads Wa’s a îe reak up o?’ My amîy îned up o wac, as î our bay wîndow was urned îno e roya box Jon was sroîng abou, ryîng no o noîce wîcîng curaîns goîng aong e road e ad a se-conscîous ye deIan aîude, wî îs arms and egs sîckîng ou o a back dusbîn îner Sure enoug ere were saey pîns suck around îs person Even mos babîes ad sopped wearîng saey pîns by en For me, ï was ascînaed by wa e was ryîng o say Here ad o be a poîn beînd e sun ï knew î was some kînd o îronîc provocaîon O course î was workîng a rea wî my amîy ‘Wa’s e probem? e’s go a rîggîn’ screw oose, a’s wa Supîd îe berk,’ dad was sayîng Dad – wo was bîg and pysîcay
srong rom acory work – îced o unbucke îs be and gîve Jon a good rasîng e waned o eac îm a ard esson o îe oo SaîsIed wî e balemen and sock e’d caused, Jon evenuay ducked back în doors – probaby o ge warmed up Soon a group o neîgbours (e Jubîee Sree Pary organîsers) came ou and gaered o dîscuss e possîbe meanîng o e bîzarre exîbîîon ey’d wînessed *** Ha evenîng ï go my courage up o ca nex door, înendîng o Ind ou e reasons or Jon’s parade Hîs was radîca because ï adn’ even se oo în Jon’s ouse or ages Hîs was on accoun o us akîng a boyîs, compeîîve dîsîke o eac oer He ac we sudîed în dîferen deparmens a coege dîdn’ compeey expaîn our cooness He sree was cam agaîn and my amîy ad os îneres în e anî-asîon scanda Mrs Wîmore e me în o eîr semî, a surprîsed smîes and caîng o er adored son, ‘Jon, ove, you go vîsîor!’ Here was a pregnan sîence rom above, unî a a-eared grun Inay reaced us So ï cumped up e saîrcase and, edgîng orward, ound myse sa wî e provocaeur în îs pad ‘O, you A rare peasure,’ e od me Surprîsîngy îs bedroom was sî Ied wî boyood suf My own space ad been ceared o oys, games and comîcs ong beore My parens consîdered îm o be a spoîed bra, because e was ‘crîpped’ as ey pu î and îs mum and dad (caed soT oreîgners rom Cyprus and ïay) were soT on îm Here was some ru o e argumen o Jon beîng spoîed, a eas unî punk rock came aong ï îmmedîaey noîced a sack o new 45 records and a new ‘musîc cenre’ în îs room Here was aso a back cabîne wî a co roned speaker and a pane o îe knobs Ony aer dîd e expaîn a îs was a îe Marsa ‘Maser Mode’ ITy-wa pracîce amp Someîng was goîng on, so wa was î?