Put the Boot In!

Cockney Rejects are made up of 4 hardcore West Ham fans who literally just wrote songs about football, violence, and football violence. Their gigs often turned into fights between rival supporters (often started by the band themselves) and although its mindless Oi! punk, i think they're a really interesting band who sum up the frustration of that late 70's/early 80's era that we always hear about in shit documentaries on bbc4. Anyway i digress, i just wanted to post the lyrics to Fighting in the Street 'cos it makes me wanna kick someones head in. And who cares if thats a good thing or not..

You're walking along quietly
There's the sound of running feet
You turn around the corner
There's fighting on the street
See all the kids they wanna good time
They all wanna get stuck in
Don't know, don't care
if they're fighting for a cause
AS long as they get one in

Go

We're fighting in the streets

You all look for solutions
But you can rack your brains
No matter what the gov't do
Its never ever gonna change
Wankers hand hand out leaflets
They'll never ever let it be
I don't care what they do
But they better not come near me

Go

We're fighting in the streets

You're walking along quietly
There's the sound of running feet
You turn around the corner
There's fighting on the street
See all the kids they wanna good time
They all wanna get stuck in
Don't know, dont care
if they're fighting for a cause
AS long as they get one in

put the boot in!

We're always fighting in the streets
We're always fighting in the streets
We're always fighting in the streets
We're always fighting in the streets

Jesus Camp - The Movie

Saw this documentary on More4 last night and couldnt believe what i was seeing. This is the most blatent documentary ive seen of the fundamentalist christian right in america literally brainwashing children. This film shows a summer "Bible Camp" where children are preached to every day, sometimes for hours at a time, and become "one with god". The kids literally start breaking down and crying for jesus. It also touches on the importance of the evangelical church on US politics. Its some pretty fucked up shit trust me.

stream it here:

http://www.videogateway.tv/index.php?link=p,view_free;stream_id,2188;bw,2

Sigh and Explode

Sigh and Explode hail from that hotbed of musical talent, Oslo. They're a relatively new band and only have one EP recorded, but have already got a name for themselves in the norwegian hardcore scene and have supported bands like Blood Brothers and the Misfits. They play melodic hardcore with a slight technical edge and sound like AT THE DRIVE-IN HAVING A FIGHT WITH MILLION DEAD. in norway. I recently worked with them at the Great Escape and they sat in the dressing room all day getting hammered on red stripe, then played their gig, smashed a window and fucked off. i quite like them.


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Arab Strap - The First Big Weekend

So that was the first big weekend of the summer...
Starts Thursday as usual with the canteen quiz and
again no-one wins the big cash prize. Later I do
my sound Bloke routine by approaching Gina's new
boyfriend to say that he shouldn't feel that
there's any animosity between us and then I even
go and make peace with her Shouldn't have
bothered.

Then on Friday night we went through to the
Arches...

There was only one car going so some of us had to
get the train. We got through quite late. Then we
went to a pub to take the gear. There was no
problems getting in - we saw some others waiting
down the front of the queue so we skipped in. It
was a good night - everyone was nutted and I ended
up dancing with some blonde girl. I thought she
had been quite pretty until last night when
Matthew informed me that she had, in fact, been a
pig.

When the club finished we wandered the streets for
a while until we got to this 24-hour cafe. I
didn't like the look of it so we left and got a
taxi back to Morag's flat. I couldn't sleep so I
sat about drinking someone else's strawberry tonic
wine and tried to keep everyone else up.

Then at ten o'clock in the morning we went
downstairs to buy some drink. We had intended to
watch the football in the afternoon but we'd
passed out by then and slept right through it,
awaking to find that England had won two-nil. Then
we went to get the train home and had a few in the
Station bar. We had some stuff left from the
previous night's supplies so when we got home we
decided to go down to John's indie disco. Same
story as Friday - lots of hugging, lots of dancing
etc. etc. I couldn't sleep again so went to the
park to look at the toon, taking a detour through
the playpark. To get in we had to climb over a ten
foot steel fence, which resulted in severe
bruising of our hands, legs and groins, but we had
a good laugh on the stuff, especially the
tube-slide, which probably doubles up as a urinal
for drunk teens. Then we walked through the woods
to have a look at the toon. Big disappointment,
but the mist on the lake was cool.

Sunday afternoon we go up to John's with a lot of
beer in time to watch the Simpsons - it was a
really good episode about love always ending in
tragedy except, of course, for Marge and Homer. It
was quite moving at the end and to tell you the
truth my eyes were a bit damp.

Then we watched these young girls in swimsuits
have a water fight in the street. We went up to
the pub about ten. It was busy for a Sunday night,
lots of people we know, including my first ever
girlfriend who I still find very attractive, quite
frankly, but I didn't really speak to her She's
probably still a bitch, anyway. Her friend Gillian
was there, I had a chat with her, she was still
quite pleasant. At the same time I watched Malcolm
make some terrible attempt to try and chat up a
girl we know called Jo. He made some remark about
her skirt that was barely there the previous night
or something. I couldn't sleep again that night,
thanks to some seriously disturbing
nightmares...Matthew says I should cut down on the
cheese.

"Went out for the weekend, it lasted for
ever, high with our friends it's officially
summer."

I got some sleep eventually on Monday afternoon.
It was a beautiful day, and later that evening
Malcolm introduced me to the power of Merrydown -
£1.79 a litre, 8.2% - mmmm..... Judith and Laura
came round later and we sat in my back garden and
drank. Then Matthew came round and we went up the
town.
Its officially summer.


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