Crossfire has joined forces with Heroin Skateboards graphics punk, French and the result is some stunning t-shirts with demonic logos!
The Heavy Shit T-shirts will be given out at the Snickers Bowl at the Download Festival, with additional ltd 100 being made available in our new store that is incoming.
More about that soon.
‘BIRCH BOXER’
Paintings and Drawings by Ged Wells.
May 6th – June 14th
Meet the ‘Camden Warriors’, witness the ‘Prawn Ballet’ and find out exactly what a ‘Good Bacteria Petting Farm’ looks like. Imagined characters, including the ‘Birch Boxer’ inspired by half a dead birch tree, rotting at the entrance to Queens Woods, resembling the form of a celebrity boxer dog.
Queens Wood Lodge, Cafe/Gallery.
Muswell Hill Rd, Highgate.
Highgate Tube
Mon to Fri 10am – 4pm
Sat and Sun 9am – 5pm
The Natural Born Skater comp reached it’s final at Ramp City, Blackpool, and there was a great turnout with the big ones like the little ‘uns going off all over the place.
In Street it was Ollie Tyreman that claimed first place, closely followed by Chris Ault and Rogie. These three have already been tipped as a future force to be reckoned with, but now it’s obvious!
For the little Under 16’s it was Jack Morris that got first place ahead of Alex de Cunha in second and Joe McGuffog in third. Whilst over on the vert ramp, the next generation was out to shine as Sam Beckett grabbed first place ahead of Paul-Luc Ronccetti.
Finally, the best trick took place on the rail set-up (Ed. When are they going to do a best trick comp on a carpark curb..?) where Eddie Belvedere threw a massive frontside flip over the rail, whilst Channon Wallace tamed a beautiful bluntslide for prizes.
We could sit here and type out the details of the upcoming Youth Of Britain gig but then where would be the fun in that, especially since we have a lovely video with the details for you lot to see:
But just in case you wanted to see the details written down, we’ll give you them too:
Youth of Britain
Loaded at The Brass Monkey,
18 Havelock Road, Hastings
Friday 26th of May
Folk/Punk Ska group The King Blues have been confirmed as the support for the outrageously brilliant Gogol Bordello for the upcoming tour in July. Eugene Hutz, the gypsy punk frontman, chose The King Blues and will also have support from Babar Luck. The King Blues’ debut album, Under The Fog, is due out on June 5th. The dates are:
Gogol Bordello – July
3rd – Nottingham Rock City
4th – Manchester Academy 2
6th – London Koko
Solo shows in May:
26th – London Russell Sq, The Square Social Centre (benefit for Sri Lankan Tsunami support groups)
28th – London Lewisham, The Dirty South
Shows with Babar Luck in June:
3rd – Warsop, Notts The Blackmarket
3rd – Bradford 1 in 12 Club
4th – London Camden, Dublin Castle
10th – London Russell Sq, The Square Social Centre (benefit show)
15th – The West Riding, Yorkshire
17th – Aberdeen, The Moorings
23rd – Bristol, The Junction
24th – Leicester The Attik
And a show with Ghost Mice is on 12th June – Newport, Le Pub.
The untimely death of super-producer J-Dilla earlier this year hit the hip hop community hard. His influence spread throughout the hip hop world and his laid back beats inspired many great groups, including The Pharcyde who said at their last London show that if it wasn’t for Jay Dee, they wouldn’t be doing what they’re doing right now. High praise indeed.
All proceeds of the record Fan-Tas-Tic Vol 1 will go to the fund established by Jay Dee’s mother during his illness and it is an album that all Slum Village and Jay Dee fans will love. The typically smooth beats surround the vocals with that evening vibe that was always their sound, and provides the backdrop to the 24 tracks [which includes some remixes].
Kick back and chill, this one goes out to James Yancey. RIP.
It’s so easy to get bored with black metal these days. What with its overflowing pot of lustrous Cradle wannabes, you sometimes wonder where the hell, the grittiness and out and out fucking evilness of it all went. Until now. Enter Norwegen two piece Satyricon. They’ve come to beat you round the ears with their new album Now, Diabolical which is actually a bit of a grower.
It’s the first release since signing to Roadrunner Records but having been around for nigh on 13 years, this could well be their most successful album since 1996’s Nemesis Divina and the one that possibly catapults them more into the mainstream. Eight tracks of your typical black metal fare but with a brain throttling doominess, that will leave you quaking in your New Rocks.
The opening two tracks Now, Diobolical and K.I.N.G are the stars of the album and encompass the full blooded evilness that Satyricon have pulled off. Swaddled in gloom and teamed with such phenomenal drums, you will not want to switch it off. After a few spins you will get past the low budget production which granted most black metal albums have, and begin to appreciate an album worth shelling out a few quid for. Even if you are not a fan of black metal, give it a go and you just might be surprised. Obviously if you play this while you gran is round, you’re gonna scare the bejesus out of her and she may well pee her pants in fear. But, on your own head be it.
Sway
Camden Barfly
23.05.06
There aren’t many things more annoying than The Streets. But when I walked into a packed Barfly, I discovered one thing that was – Someone trying to BE The Streets. Thankfully who it was that was offending my ears left two songs later and I was able to enjoy the main support for the night – Sway.
Sway isn’t the most active performer on stage, he doesn’t dance around, he doesn’t even really move but his charisma and interaction with the crowd means he doesn’t have to. Joking with the crowd about how Scottish fans weren’t keen on his Union Jack bandana representing them, he launched into his verse from the Mitchell Brother’s Harvey Nicks, before doing his big songs, Little Derek, new single Products [“If you want to buy it, go buy it. If you don’t want to buy it, go buy it”] and his credit card hating Flo Fashion. Testing the crowd’s hip hop knowledge he dropped Dead Prez and MC Hammer, with a bit of Blur’s Parklife in between, and then finished off with the anthem to end them all, Up Your Speed. Absolutely brilliant.
Then it was time for Spank Rock to [finally] take the stage around 10.50. I must start by saying that I was standing in what was undoubtedly one of the worst crowds I’ve ever seen in my life – It was like standing in Madame Tussauds, with people seemingly only there to gain scene points for seeing a much touted band at a small venue, which is a shame for Spank Rock because their party infused electro-hip hop deserved a better crowd than this. Backyard Betty kicked things off and lead into Rick Rubin with What It Look Like being thrown in before we were told it was MC Spank Rock’s birthday and that the crowd needed to dance because the band had just got off the plane and were “drunk as shit”.
Thankfully for them, the introduction of the woman that had been sitting at the side of the stage, and who had been claiming much of MC Spank Rock’s attention in between songs, got things a little more amped. She jumped up to dance and stole the stage by rapping loudly and brashly as the rapper girated around her to the tunes of Bump. The heavy bass made me think the ceiling was about to cave in and the bleeping stunted melodies which are scattered throughout their album Yoyoyoyoyo sounded as crisp as a Gary Lineker fronted advert and when they hit Sweet Talk, they finally saw some movement in the crowd.
If they’d been infront of a crowd real hip hop heads, they would’ve had a better atmosphere to perform around, but regardless of the static crowd, they put on an energetic show with much booty shaking on stage. Next time they come over, make sure you check them out, but for their music, not for the kudos of listing the event on your MySpace page.
Hammersmith Palais
22.05.06
When you see a 6’5 man walk on stage in an Orthodox cloaked jacket and hat, the white light shining from behind him illuminating his every move and you hear the most beautiful chant-like voice coming from him, you look closer and take notice. And that’s what every single last person in the Hammersmith Palais did when Matisyahu stepped onto the stage and flew into his set.
From the first track he went into all the way through, he had the crowd in the palm of his hand. He didn’t need wise-cracks, he didn’t need to constantly ask people if they were having fun, he just closed his eyes and sang, or rapped, and we were all hooked. When he broke into Chop ‘Em Down, the upbeat opening track of his first album, the energy stepped up a level. Seeing a sea of orthodox jewish fans standing in a large group in the middle of the venue jumping up and down drew the whole crowd in and soon everyone was dancing in time to the chorus.
At times the humble Matisyahu stepped back to sit behind his drummer or rested next to a speaker to let his band get the credit they deserved as they bellowed a cacophony of syncopated rhythms. But most of the time he spent his non-singing time throwing his arms out and spinning around in a circle, skipping around the stage bouncing his head to the music. When he dropped a spectacular beat box half way through, I felt like there was nothing left he could do, as he showcased another of his talents.
But when I heard his two anthems, Youth and King Without A Crown, I realised that this was the pinnacle. He told the crowd that he believed everyone was in the darkness fighting for their way to the small sliver of light, as they pulled themselves towards it. Whether the crowd were believers or not, his understated spirituality made everyone warm to him before he let rip with a closed fist to the sky and proclaimed that London was madness, but he loved it.
It didn’t matter that I don’t like any other reggae acts, because this was more than just reggae. It was hip hop. It was energy. Matisyahu’s faith isn’t just a gimmick used to give him publicity, it’s something which projects his music and his live show into the hearts of everyone. An awesome performance from a very talented man.
THE UNDERWORLD, LONDON
05.05.06
It’s not often you can precisely pin-point the exact moment a radical change in music occurs. Metal, hardcore and punk were the results of a steady evolution in rock music that happened over many years, yet the first real combination of all three styles can be aimed squarely at the 1986 release of the Cro-Mags debut ‘Age Of Quarrel’ album.
It’s sheer muscle-flexing power and unrelenting brutality signalled the birth of metalcore and to celebrate the twentieth anniversary of this pivotal moment, original members John Joseph and Mackie have teamed up with Biohazard guitarist Scott Roberts and Leeway bassist A.J. under the name F.V.K. for a nostalgic romp through their best material.
Within moments of arriving onstage it becomes immediately clear that age has not mellowed the songs or the people playing them. Heavily tattooed frontman John Joseph stalks the stage like a caged panther, smashing his microphone to the floor in disgust when it fails to work then leading the band through the likes of ‘Hard Times‘ and ‘Malfunction‘ with such intensity that the veins on their necks look they’re about to pop. A liberal sprinkling of Bad Brains covers (drummer Mackie played with the rasta rockers in their later years) result in the whole audience losing their voices as we scream ourselves hoarse to every word. Nostalgia never felt so good.