2012-02-12 09:45:38 UTC
Holy fucking sheep shit on a stick! If you thought Richard Allen was
clueless about skinhead culture, wait until you see what he thought
punk was all about in this 1977 cash-in title.
Here are a few of the things I learnt about punk from reading this
1. Punk girls stuck safety pins in their tits and liked being tied up
2. Fanzines were published by rich pornographers who lived in mansion
3. Fanzines were advertised on national TV.
4. All punk musicians were extremely rich and only sang about being
poor to make money.
5. Skinheads teamed up with teddy boys to go punk bashing.
6. In 1977 it cost £10 to see a punk band (which probably explains why
they were all rich).
All of this wouldnt be so bad if he had written it in the same style
as the Joe Hawkins Skinhead series, from the perspective of an actual
punk character. He could have had them spitting on grannies, being
sick at airports, worshipping Satan, all the other things the
newspapers at the time said punks did, but at least it would have been
Instead of that we get some boring as fuck newspaper reporter writing
an expose on punk rock. Being a typical 1970s newspaper reporter,
instead of talking to some real life punks, he starts by asking a few
teddy boys what they think of punks, and then approaches some plastic
pop star cashing in on the punk bandwagon to ask if he can follow him
around for the day. The plastic punk says things like Its the age,
man Aquarius and goes to orgies where 14 year old girls stick
safety pins in themselves. And yes, he does also say Shit on that
quite a lot.
There are no actual punk characters in the entire book until right at
the end, in the epilogue, when two French punks get attacked by a gang
of teds. That is also the only bit of violence in the book (or aggro,
as Richard Allen calls it).
So all in all, its a great big pile of fucking shite so dont waste
your money on it. Here is the only line in the entire book that is
actually worth reading (which is, admittedly, a line of pure fucking
genius and Im jealous as fuck for not writing it myself):
His head throbbed like a dozen punk bands were playing discords over