Rock n fucken roll eh? You're welcome to it.
― Neil Kulkarni, Friday, 23 January 2004 12:53 (twenty-two years ago)
What is Artrocker btw?
― Tico Tico (Tico Tico), Friday, 23 January 2004 12:55 (twenty-two years ago)
― cis (cis), Friday, 23 January 2004 13:06 (twenty-two years ago)
― stevem (blueski), Friday, 23 January 2004 13:09 (twenty-two years ago)
― DJ Mencap (DJ Mencap), Friday, 23 January 2004 13:10 (twenty-two years ago)
― mike a, Friday, 23 January 2004 14:13 (twenty-two years ago)
It's obv. dangerous to judge without context but the bits NK quotes up top seem idiotic at best.
― Tim (Tim), Friday, 23 January 2004 14:27 (twenty-two years ago)
― Dom Passantino (Dom Passantino), Friday, 23 January 2004 14:34 (twenty-two years ago)
There are two things you should know about King's Cross; 1) it's the mainrail terminal for people coming into London from the Midlands and north eastand 2) it's hell on earth. It's the city that Heronimous Bosch might havedesigned, a place of torments. It is, unless like Delia you live there, bestavoided at any time of day. Peter Ackroyd in his wonderful biography of thecity tells us that it was always thus, historically dark and dangerous.The nearest I like to get to it is a hundred feet below as my tube slidesbeneath it everyday on my way up to Highbury from Brixton. Yesterday I wasforced to face it, the train was terminated at King's Cross which meant thatI had to emerge, squinting and blinking, into the turmoil above.Oh my God!What visitors to London must think as they leave the station I cannotimagine. Maybe they take the charitable point of view and assume thatthey're on the set of a London based remake of Taxi Driver...only an awfullot worse. I tend to think, no, I know (I have provincial relations who usethe station), that they leave with the impression that our city is Satan'stoilet.Which is all by way of background, you get the impression? Babylon on smack.
So there I am, in a fuming rage because I now have a mile to walk, dumped inthe middle of Hades. In the tube station itself everything is chaos, a rushof bodies in all directions, rushing to get out of King's Cross as fast aspossible. Carried by the human tide, I head for the streets. Then, as I turna corner I see two police people talking to a young man. Nothing unusualthere. He would appear to be about sixteen, tall and physically healthy. Iget a little closer. Beneath what, at a distance, appeared to be a 'Strokes'haircut, I caught sight of his face, a bloody mess of open sores. His eyeswere two pools of red, his mouth a puss oozing slash across shattered teeth.His clothes wore a sheen of black stinking goo, on his feet...nothing. Letme repeat here, he was sixteen, at most. I'm afraid it got to me, my soulplummeted, how can this be allowed to happen in our wonderful liberalwelfare state, how can a child arrive at such a point? And how can it be thePolice who have to try and help? Is that their job?
Well of course it isn't, we have multi billion pound social service agenciesand any number of charities with pockets stuffed with our money doing jackshit. A survey I noticed in today's paper revealed that 37% of all charitydonations go to the relief of child poverty. Really? What the hell thesecharities are doing with the money is anyone's guess but one thing is forsure, it sure as shit wasn't going anywhere near the child at King's Cross.Maybe he made the fundamemtal mistake of being British in Britain, maybe ifhe'd been the son of Albanians it would have been a different story ( isthat comment racist? If so I suggest you report me to Trevor Phillips atThought Police Central). The liberal elite aren't too interested in theproblems on their doorstep, they're not 'sexy'. It's the same mind set thatsends the children of the middle classes scuttling over to Africa to digirrigation ditches or to Indonesia to run Aids education courses. Ask themto pop down to Brixton, Hackney or Tottenham and help deal with theappalling social and economic conditions endured by so many there and you'llbe ignored at best. Like I said, it just isn't sexy.
So where does that leave our boy at King's Cross? In the tender mercies ofthe constabulary. The people whose job it is to prevent this happening arefar too busy ticking boxes and meeting their race and gender quotas toactually do the job we're paying them for. We really haven't moved on fromDickensian squalor and misery at all, we just ignore it. How much longermust it be allowed to fester before these people get their Moholo's dirty?
I left the station utterly depressed, the image of that boy burned into myconsciousness - forever! There but for the grace of God go your children andmine. It simply broke my heart and if it doesn't do the same to yours Iguess you're either inhuman, stupid, mean or a public sector employee payinga mortgage out of the misery of this child and planning your lovely summerholidays.
As for me? By King's Cross Station I sat down and wept.
TOM ARTROCKER. "
I think in context I would at least recognise the feelings expressed even if I wouldn't necessarily agree with them...
― reclusive hero (reclusive hero), Friday, 23 January 2004 14:51 (twenty-two years ago)
― DJ Mencap (DJ Mencap), Friday, 23 January 2004 14:58 (twenty-two years ago)
This is not the first time I have had fallings out with Garage Rock scenes over this sort of thing. I don't know why it continues to amaze me that some people who are conservative in their music tastes might be socially or politicall conservative as well as culturally conservative.
Me, I loved the freedom and the experimentalism and the DIY attitudes of much of 60s garage and psych. Some people want to return to the music of the past as a metaphor for just returning to the past. They take the "Be A Caveman" line quite literally.
― HRH Queen Kate (kate), Friday, 23 January 2004 15:00 (twenty-two years ago)
I live in King's Cross. And you ARE a fucking racist. Fuck you.
Yours,
Joe
― Flyboy (Flyboy), Friday, 23 January 2004 15:07 (twenty-two years ago)
Kings Cross isn't that bad.
― Tico Tico (Tico Tico), Friday, 23 January 2004 15:08 (twenty-two years ago)
Kate OTM.
― Tim (Tim), Friday, 23 January 2004 15:19 (twenty-two years ago)
― Tico Tico (Tico Tico), Friday, 23 January 2004 15:20 (twenty-two years ago)
― Tim (Tim), Friday, 23 January 2004 15:24 (twenty-two years ago)
Bosch
King's Cross
― Pashmina (Pashmina), Friday, 23 January 2004 15:26 (twenty-two years ago)
― Tico Tico (Tico Tico), Friday, 23 January 2004 15:27 (twenty-two years ago)
― the river fleet, Friday, 23 January 2004 15:28 (twenty-two years ago)
Hilariously he Tom ends his own script with the somewhat sarcastic advice that I should just 'ignore it and it'll all go away'. Clearly doesn't realise his 'zine has just become another little pamphlet of dread albeit one that doesn't have a blood-red masthead and an offer inside of a dream house for life. Makes the mistake of thinking that just because nowadays you can't get away with blanket racist comments without expecting criticism as proof of some PC reich governing what people can say. Dumbkopfs all. Another wasted opportunity.
― Neil Kulkarni, Friday, 23 January 2004 15:36 (twenty-two years ago)
So he sees a homeless guy who's in a bad fucking way. Obviously, this is the fault of Albanian immigrants, African AIDS victims and liberals.
Tom Artrocker, what have *you* done to help the poverty and squalor of Kings Cross? Anything fucking at all, or do you just continue on with your shit band and your self-righteous anti-establishment bullshit and your tedious and ill-informed and offensive diatribes? Are you any use to this universe whatsoever?
― stevie (stevie), Friday, 23 January 2004 15:41 (twenty-two years ago)
― DJ Mencap (DJ Mencap), Friday, 23 January 2004 15:47 (twenty-two years ago)
Someone told me Monday, someone told me SaturdayWait until tomorrow and there's still no wayRead it in a book or write it in a letterWake up in the morning and there's still no guarantee
Only last night I found myself lostBy the station called King's Cross
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Friday, 23 January 2004 15:48 (twenty-two years ago)
― Canada Briggs (Canada Briggs), Friday, 23 January 2004 15:57 (twenty-two years ago)
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― Jason J, Friday, 23 January 2004 16:53 (twenty-two years ago)
The clip from the email Neil quotes is a fucking classic as well. You wonder why provincials like me moan on about London bias in the media all the time? I quote:
"The floodgates will open! that's not such a bad thing in itself, but what is bad is that they will all come to london."
Well fuck! Here's the solution!! Send them all to Liverpool, or Bristol, or fucking Alnwick then, then you won't have to look at them!!
Jesus. Mysteries of the reactionary mind....
― Pashmina (Pashmina), Friday, 23 January 2004 21:04 (twenty-two years ago)
― stevem (blueski), Friday, 23 January 2004 21:11 (twenty-two years ago)
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― doomified, Friday, 23 January 2004 21:58 (twenty-two years ago)
x-post Doom-e! Hello!! I was just wondering where you were these days!!
― Pashmina (Pashmina), Friday, 23 January 2004 22:03 (twenty-two years ago)
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― Dave Stelfox (Dave Stelfox), Saturday, 24 January 2004 00:25 (twenty-two years ago)
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― dave q, Saturday, 24 January 2004 14:42 (twenty-two years ago)
― dave q, Saturday, 24 January 2004 14:48 (twenty-two years ago)
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― Eppy, Friday, 20 February 2004 18:46 (twenty-two years ago)
Do you know, I miss Swells. Where is he now? Hmm, but then some of the stuff Vice prints crosses that irony/offensive line quite sharply.
― Mippy, Tuesday, 25 January 2005 13:39 (twenty-one years ago)
Someone send this boy on a crash course in sociolinguistics...
― Mippy (Mippy), Tuesday, 25 January 2005 14:46 (twenty-one years ago)
― DJ Mencap0))), Tuesday, 25 January 2005 15:57 (twenty-one years ago)
― Mippy (Mippy), Wednesday, 26 January 2005 10:10 (twenty-one years ago)
― DJ Mencap0))), Wednesday, 26 January 2005 10:55 (twenty-one years ago)
It's PC gone maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad, isn't it?
I've only come across Artrocker in the printed form before so have never seen any of the columns before coming across the thread. The only thing I pick up from the mag is that it's a little too fanziney to take seriously as an alternative/antidote to NME.
― Mippy (Mippy), Wednesday, 26 January 2005 11:31 (twenty-one years ago)
― DJ Mencap0))), Wednesday, 26 January 2005 11:42 (twenty-one years ago)
― Mippy (Mippy), Wednesday, 26 January 2005 11:50 (twenty-one years ago)
― stelfox, Wednesday, 26 January 2005 11:55 (twenty-one years ago)
― DJ Mencap0))), Wednesday, 26 January 2005 12:06 (twenty-one years ago)
Hey, are you Stelfox of livejournal.com/~robincarmody comment fame?
― Mippy (Mippy), Wednesday, 26 January 2005 12:23 (twenty-one years ago)
― ken c (ken c), Wednesday, 26 January 2005 13:32 (twenty-one years ago)