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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
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
1988 was an important year in terms of music and fashion, there was an exciting counter culture emerging, called "Acid House", following in the tradition of Mods of the mid 60's, the hippies of the late 60's and the punks of the 70's, England was buzzing again and there was a media frenzy.
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.
Dizzie Hites -Archive Interview -From PEOM
In the winter of 1989, Rap, was not seen as mainstream music and was still low on radio play lists. However artists like Bomb the Bass with Neneh Cherry with the evocative Buffalo Stance , and Mark Moore of S-express were helping to develop the UK urban sound.
In 1988, obscure records were surfacing and doing the rounds on the decks in Acid House/Balearic clubs. Would I find Love by Dizzie Hites was one such record, which was being played on a regular basis at the clubs which I was frequenting.
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.
