Punk’s Not Dead
1981 – Secret Records
Produced by Dave Leaper and The Exploited
Wattie Buchan – vocals
Big John Duncan – Guitar, Vocals
Gary McCormack – Bass guitar, Vocals
Dru Stix – drums
1. Punk’s not Dead – 1:51
2. Mucky Pup – 1:42
3. Cop Cars – 1:52
4. Free Flight – 3:35
5. Army Life, Pt. 2 – 2:37
6. Blown to Bits – 2:40
7. Sex & Violence – 5:11
8. SPG – 2:07
9. Royalty – 2:07
10. Dole Q – 1:51
11. Exploited Barmy Army – 2:28
12. Ripper – 2:03
13. Out of Control – 2:52
14. Son of a Copper – 2:39
15. I Believe in Anarchy – 2:03
This album is bad. I apologize to those who like these guys, I rather be turked by a syphilitic bear, than listen to this again.
If you don’t own it, you may be one of the smartest people in the universe.
Rating: * ** one out of three stars
On to the review . . .
I wrote another version of this t-shirt story some time back, but had nothing for you guys to look at. Thanks to my brother digging through boxes, he found these images. If I look a bit f’d up, I was sick and popped a blood vessel in my eye, that’s why it’s all red.
Back in 1981 or 1982 a guy I went to school with a guy named Rob. Rob used to design t-shirts with another guy, who was already out of school. They primarily designed British punk shirts. As they seemed to believe they were the unknown members of Discharge and Blitz. Anyway, Rob would never sell me a shirt directly; he was kind of snobbish about his shirts. I found out that they had done a TSOL shirt so I asked him to bring one to school and I’d give him the cash. But he’d always say, “Just go pick it up at Moby Disc.” Since he wanted to be a Brit, let’s just say he was a wanker, and quite possibly buggered his dog.
Anyway, after a few months of this, Rob came by one day at lunch and said if I was still interested in some shirts he and his partner were going to be opening a shop in Canoga Park. I don’t remember the name of the shop, but it was on Alabama Avenue off of Sherman Way, a block or so down from Topanga. I went in there with my brother, more than likely my Mother drove, and waited in the car so I would look cool. I looked around a bit. It was a smaller version of Poser, the shop on Melrose Avenue (the shop Michael Jackson bought all his bondage stuff from).
A few months later my mom returned to the store, and bought five shirts for me for Christmas (TSOL, Circle Jerks, Bad Manners — mom thought they were punk, Germs, and Black Flag).
The shop was gone within six months or so. It was one of those places where you felt you needed an invitation to walk in; it was crowded with all the “friends” of the shop. Everybody looked like they stepped off of Kings Road in England, perfect twelve inch Mohawks, brand-new leather jackets with the Discharge “face” painted on the back. And I walk in with my beat up flannel, worn out Levi’s and my black Van’s. I was just a fifteen year-old skate kid that got into punk; I didn’t have the cash to look like them.
And to show how cool things come full circle, I just got this great t-shirt sent to me from Lisa Fancher from Frontier Records. Do Lisa a solid and buy one at: http://frontierrecords.com/tshirts.html.
LAST ONE TO DIE is officially out:Order at: https://www.createspace.com/3669330.