Punks? There is not no punks here! [Dossier] ............................................... ........ Rereading the biography Vivien Johnson wrote on Radio Birdman-I figuratively rolled back-to Excelsior
times, the Grange
or
Oxford, mythical seedy gambling den where he was conceived Australians punk. What a great time with their direct chronic unpredictable and wild, the Blitzkrieg offensive
, letters from some fundamentalist fan club over Martian history, their encounters with The Saints
when
met Deniz Stones
the broken leg or
Mark Sisto. But above all, the music returns. The longing to return to soak the ears with the filth and the high energy of those pioneers of the antipodes.
When Radio Birdman
ran the Oxford Funhouse
began wearing bands to play there. Same roll bands that were blocked in other kittens. And so spontaneously created the first aussie punk scene before the British tsunami. Before the beast to swallow itself. With authenticity and feeling elusive. For as Anthony O'Grady
said in his article for
RAM : "Punks? No punks here." A piece of that is what outlines the wateke!: 4 bands that petaron in the Funhouse
. 4 legacies: the essential debut of Radio
(EP Burn My Eye
), the debut single of formats
Saints I'm Stranded with a
wilder than the LP, the only Espido single they recorded the Psycho Surgeons
and an anthology of recordings
77, Johnny Dole & The Scabs and punk slut. A necessary piece of history!
Radios! Saints! Surgeons ! Scabs!