Cold Ones live @ Old Blue Last, Saturday 12 July 2008

I got dispatched to Shoreditch’s trendy Old Blue Last to write a review of London-based hardcore band The Dirty Money. I had little knowledge of TDM and zero knowledge of the other bands on the bill, and I was determined to fuck off home after the TDM set as I’m not a particularly big hardcore fan. As it happened, myself and Omni (who was my chosen photographer this evening, and incidentally the reason I knew about this gig) decided to mill about after TDM had played. This was partially down to the good vibe at the venue and possibly Omni’s decision to come off the wagon (that took waaay too long!!!). In either case, I was tanked up and found myself upstairs at the venue just in time to catch Liverpool-based Cold Ones tear into their skate-punk fuelled mayhem.

Think of Black Flag, Descendents, and late-80s skateboard videos and you’ll sort of get the idea. Sort of.

Cold Ones are awesome. They instantly make me want to drink vast swathes of beer and pogo around uncontrollably, covered in my own (and quite possibly someone else’s) sweat. I have no idea which songs they played, how long they played for, who the fuck they are or even if you can drink a swathe of something. None of that matters really. Singer Russell Longmire (decked out in kamikaze headband and what looked through my beer-soaked eyes like a preachers robe) was all over the shop, energetic and enigmatic from start to finish. The band simply just exploded. Now it could be the beer (oh and that can of ‘K’ cider I had before the show), but I cannot remember seeing a better contemporary punk act recently other than possibly Zeke (no wait, not possibly, definitely - Zeke for life).

I would love to go into more detail (band members, set list, price of 6 Guinness etc) but I haven’t got any more details, really. And I don’t feel I need to either. Google it you twats. And once you do, download their demo Crack It.. it's free and it's good.

If you skateboard, you’ll love Cold Ones. If you’re an alcoholic, you’ll love Cold Ones. If you spent your youth watching Powell Peralta and Santa Cruz videos, you’ll love Cold Ones.

If you like punk music, you’ll love Cold Ones. You get the idea. I love this band.

Oh, and apparently one of the guys is pro skateboarder on Heroin :). Can this get any better?

Yes it can, provided I can fuck off out of work now and go get drunk.

(Picture: Omni)

Cold Ones

The Dirty Money review

No one is harder than Hackney

Yesterday I came home from work to find (yet again) representatives from the law enforcement occupying the entrance to my building. On this occasion it wasn’t arson or a shooting investigation like it usually is. My downstairs neighbour got stabbed, and judging from the blood splattered everywhere it could have been very, very serious (is there no such things a non-serious stabbing?). A quick word with one of the PCs established the fact that my downstairs neighbour had survived the attack, and that she was stable.

After giving my details I was carefully escorted to my flat by said PC in order to avoid me walking all over the evidence. My flatmate was already in. I was told we would have to stay in the flat for a while until the forensics team had finished, so we cracked open the rum and vodka and started playing poker. We even had a sneaky joint or two, giggling like school kids having a crafty fag behind the bike shed, aware that ten police officers were milling about just outside our flat for hours.

Business as usual.

I thought I’d be a bit more concerned, or shaken even, by the events. But apart from sympathy for my neighbour (no one deserves to get stabbed, do they?), I couldn’t really give a toss. I thought I would, and I probably should, but I don’t.

At the end of the day, no one is harder than Hackney.

Broken cash

Life goes on, money or not. The thing about being broke is, once you can no longer withdraw cash it becomes irrelevant whether you owe £100 or £100,000. You have no liquidity and you’re forced to scrounge, scam and starve. Why it has to be so every month is beyond me, frankly. And rather irritating.

I work for fucks sake. How come I never have any cash?

I’m beginning to understand how debt can literally spiral out of control in a very short space of time. Getting on top of it all is a slow, laborious and nutrition-deficient process and usually results in malnourishment, temporary social pariah status, general bad vibes and an irrational desire to become a heroin addict.