das war schon lange nicht mehr so – von der ersten spielminute an hatten wir alle das gefühl das es heute so gar nicht rund läuft. der wurm war drin und das konnte nicht einmal so richtig an einem spieler festgemacht werden. besser: an allen außer dem torwart. die abwehr fahrig und mit unfassbaren bällen nach vorne, das mittelfeld noch fahriger und die offensive verrannte sich permanent. die halbzeitführung war ein witz, der aber schnell erledigt war. und dann: das 2:2 gegen 1860 wurde 2x wiederaufgeführt, nur auf der anderen seite. boa, was’n scheiß spiel. um 21:00 im bett….und schlecht geschlafen!
Now this is THE ONE record that re-defined punk for me. Once and for all. Never to be the same again (and THE eyeopener that a much greater, diverse and fresher sound exists accross in the US of A).
1977 – not needed at all, this comes from the core that re-ignited punk.
published by a cool lable – damn yes, this is New Alliance Records (owned by The Minutemen’s D. Boon and Mike Watt), home to Hüsker Dü’s ground breaking „Land Speed Record“
found in a cool shop – ticked, Uli Rehberg imported this for Konneckschen in 1983!
catching sound – Yes, hardcore with the Californian smile – never been done smarter!
not too bad words – not too bad? They are fucking brilliant: personal, touchy and direct! And, punk to the bone, they are about love, endless love and painfull love! Heartbreaking!
collectors value – none, but a cover that defined a genre!
Is there any value in rating the songs? Mhhh – „Suburban Home“ and „Hope“ are catchiest but „Bikeage“ has the fuckin‘ best lyrics:
Running out of time again Where did you go wrong this time? When your problems overwhelm you Go get drunk it's party time Take a quaalude, relax your mind Relax your body too Run from your problems but you'll never get away No one loves you, and you wonder why? Sitting there with your mouth full of beer Your eyes are glazed, your face is red Who's gonna pick you up and use you for tonight? When you're on the streets with a needle in your arm Selling your body for another fix Who's gonna pick you up and take you home with them tonight? You're running out of breath again you're an old maid, you're only 15 You're losing your little girl's charm Cry all night but you'll never get it back Don't be afraid, it's not too late Save yourself, I need you here Wearing off, wearing out I can't think about this cause it makes me sick Sitting there with your mouth full of beer Your eyes are glazed, your face is red Who's gonna pick you up and use you for tonight? Not me! Not me! When you're on the streets with a needle in your arm Selling your body for another fix Who's gonna pick you up and take you home with them tonight? Not me! Not me! Not me! Not me!Not me! Not me! Not me!
(c) 1982 Descendents / New Alliance Music (BMI)
So come on, cheer me up:
This is a funny interview after their return (ie. Milo back from college and his doctorate in biochemistry) – the setup and the looks: priceless!
The might mighty Rejects! This was actualy the first record i bought of them, quickly followed by the other singles (Flares&Slippers! War on the terraces!). It is real, rough and with a snotty style – and it holds endless truth: WE CAN DO ANYTHING!
So, let’s see:
1977 – come on, who needs 1977 in 1980? OI!
published by a cool lable – that is Zonophone, an EMI outfit of T.REX fame revised as home of UK Street Punk, not realy cool. But was home for some cool stuff in the 80ies.
found in a cool shop – ticked, Konneckschen again.
catching sound – Mickey Geggus defined the a whole genre with his guitar, so YES!
not too bad words – this is how they felt – comming from the east end background they just felt they could do anything and right they where. for some time…
collectors value – do i fucking care?
And did they give a fuck about the world outside? Rightfully not! As in their own words: „The world against the Rejects … and the world never stood a chance!“
So they say that we're on the way out They say it's all just hype Just take a look of fear in their eyes Cause it's the in thing to abuse us Behind our backs of course They shroud the truth With their own brand of lies But we don't care what they say We will never be put away Cause we're all having the time of our lives Cause we're gonna do just anything We're gonna sing what we wanna sing and we'll wade through anything that you say We're all having too much fun We can't stop we've only just begun We're gonna carry on for another day Now you keep giving us verbal When we're not around When we're there you don't utter a sound You'd better stop it You ain't getting nowhere and it's too easy to smash You right into the ground Right into the ground (C) 1980 Cockney Rejects
Now listen up:
But that is not the only reason, the other sure is they where lads from the street and they where no-nonsene, see this 1981 interview:
Make sure you check out Mickey brother Jeff’s memories of the old days „Cockney Reject“ (John Blake Publishing, ISBN 9781844540549) – „As lead singer of the Cockney Rejects, Jeff Turner was responsible for some of the most explosive gigs in musical history. Adopted by West Ham hooligan mob the ICF as their band of choice, Jeff and his band frequently had to deal with the kind of violence the ICF usually reserved for the terraces. Although he never condoned their actions, as a teenaged boxing champ, Turner often found himself in the thick of things. This is a story of what it’s like to go from the East End streets to being a teenage pop idol and back again. Gripping from the first page, Cockney Reject is his astonishing story told in his own words.“