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The Magnificent Six in Tales of Aggro- Foreword by Steve White (Drummer- The Style Council- Paul Weller)
‘A real slice of life told in the vernacular of the streets’ Irvine Welsh-
'It's a treat to read just like A Crafty Cigarette' - Punk Poet Legend John Cooper Clarke
When Positive Energy of Madness met Danny Rampling November 1989
A Celebration of Scottish House Parties
The UK roots of Acid House by Dean Cavanagh
2017 sees 30 years of Acid House. I’m not usually one for anniversaries; I was happy to hear that Joe Corre - Malcolm McClaren’s son - was going to burn his collection of punk memorabilia to celebrate 40 years of “punk” and that a gang of octogenarians in Bermondsey trashed a load of old washboards to celebrate 60 years of skiffle.
A Rock Steady Banter with Dean Thatcher
When ZANI was Positive Energy Of Madness, (PEOM) and we were a club fanzine, Dean Thatcher was a reader first, then a contributor. ZANI/PEOM and Dean became friends, and we could be seen together dancing on speakers or falling off stages. But I doubt if you are interested in our days of nostalgia. The fact remains that Dean was a good DJ, and in days of acid house and the aftermath, became a crowd puller, along with the likes of Danny Rampling, Andy Weatherall, Phil Perry and Steve Proctor, not just down to his choice of music; his stance with The Smiths “How Soon is Now” at Flying was legendary and truly supported the pioneer days of Acid House.
Andrew Weatherall -Archive -Interview : From PEOM
Andy Weatherall and I didn't always see eye to eye until around 1992 when I climbed onto the decks at “Bagley’s Studio's", whilst he was playing. Something then just clicked with us and he agreed to do an interview. An ideal time to speak to Andy as he was leaving the Boys Own fanzine and embarking on various projects.
Danny Rampling - Archive Interview : From PEOM

Fashion in the mid 80's, was very conservative and not really saying anything. Then there was a slight flirt with 70's fashion, and all of sudden people were dressing down, jeans, trainers, smiley tee-shirts and bandannas, topped with yells of "acid!" Getting drunk was now not the done thing, there was a new drug in town called Ecstasy; "American House wives choice." And by God, they were good.
They Call it Acid
Picture This – London Town 1987. A once swinging city paralyzed by a cult of conformity and materialism. The youth more pre-occupied with getting on the property ladder than getting “on one.” But something stirs deep in the heart of the city’s underground – the sound of pumping bass and percussion. A seismic shift in London’s landscape is about to happen.