Crikey I needed that. After Thursday's shitshow (albeit revealed in the company of friends, which momentarily softened the blow), what happened last night was just perfect. Given that TV Smith is a guy with a 40 year back catalogue of brilliant - perceptive, funny, lyrically astonishing - songs, and with a work ethic that would... Continue Reading →
Chomsky with a guitar – aka TV Smith #punknotdead
Punk isn't dead, and won't be while TV Smith can draw breath and hold a plectrum. Going on tonight's performance, that will be a good 25 years yet. Smith, who was there as a proper punk in the 70s, has the energy of a gobby gobbing 20 year old, but the skills and cynicism of... Continue Reading →