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ZANI Analysis The Jam’s Vinyl Box Set with Rick Buckler
Written by Matteo Sedazzari
© Words Matteo Sedazzari
November 2013 saw Universal Music re-release all of The Jam’s studio albums, on viny In the City May 1977, This Is the Modern World November 1977, All Mod Cons November 1978, Setting Sons November 1979, Sound Affects November 1980 and The Gift March 1982 (originally released on Polydor). Six great albums LPS (if we are going to get nostalgic) that have certainly stood the test of time well. Be it the poignant, yet angst, Away from The Numbers (In The City), the rhythmic paranoid and eerie Scrape Away (Sound Affects), or the power pop ballad Carnation (The Gift).
The Bitterest PiL John Lydon (Rotten) and Jah Wobble October 1978 (Record Mirror)
Written by Barry Cain
© Words Barry Cain
It’s time to enter the twilight zone again. Time to renew my acquaintance with public enemy number one, Spanky and his gang. Time to nip round to his place in Gunther Grove and meet the directors of his company.
Rob Green of The Fallen Leaves Debates With ZANI
Written by Matteo Sedazzari
© Words – Matteo Sedazzari
“Play it fuckin' loud!” Bob Dylan, true words from a great songwriter. Even though Dylan may not be a direct influence to London veterans, The Fallen Leaves, they certainly do play it fuckin’ loud. Formed in West London in 2004 by Rob Symmons ( guitar) and Rob Green (vocals), and Paul Myers (bass), all three seasoned performers from the punk and new wave circuit.
Gene Autry, along with Roy Rogers, were the best known singing cowboys from movies and television. Besides Gene Autry’s many popular western hits, like "Back in the Saddle Again," Gene also sang several perennial Christmas song classics including "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer," written by songwriter Johnny Marks in 1949. A year later Gene Autry was back in the charts with Frosty the snowman, then later he co-wrote with Oakley Haldeman, entitled, "Here Comes Santa Claus."
Steve Jones Ex Sex Pistol Interview from 1978 (Record Mirror)
Written by Barry Cain 
© Words Barry Cain
Steve Jones is wearing nothing more than a skimpy towel and a few soapsuds when he opens the door.‘All right Baz. Just ’avin’ a baff. I’m going out later so to save time I fort we’d do the interview while I’m ’avin me baff. Don’t worry,’ he laughs, ‘the baff’s full of fuckin’ bubbles. You can’t see nuffink.’
