Accident/Last Rough Cause

Two of the better bands from the tail end of Oi get a live review in Sounds, 26 January, 1985.

Accident/Last Rough Cause

Recent months have seen Last Rough Cause develop into one of the hottest street level acts in the North East. Now reduced to a three piece, they’ve tightened up and show a marked improvement in the delivery of their rough ‘n’ very ready melodic punk anthems.
‘The Grand Old Duke Of York’ opened up their set on this cold night in a flurry of beefy bravado before they plunged into well keyed up originals like ‘Violent Few’, ‘Let Them Know’ and ‘Get Them Back’.
The Cause had certainly set the night off in the right way, and Accident were left to finish it quite superbly, with a string of wickedly stlish pneumatic pop numbers that reeked of authority and excellence.
Frontman Paul displayed a great deal of confidence throughout the demonic performance, showing he’s now developed into a charismatic and quite capable vocalist, being aided commendably by the slick and tight musicianship.
On the whole this was simply another occassion where Accident proved just how much of a worthwhile outfit they are.
They deserve to rise above their current cult status. Pure class.

Spike Sommer



Surfin Dave

From the NME, 17 December, 1983

Surfin’ Dave
Bradford 1 In 12 Club

Sweat gleaming on his naked skull, the salivating Surfin’ Dave prods back his massive spectacles with a single thin finger as they once again start their slow slide down his slick and shiny proboscis. He struts, sneers and sings:
“There are grey skies above/The house my Baby lives in/And if that’s not enough/She’s taken to her bed with the ‘flu”.
Artists! Armed with one guitar, two ideas and three chords he sports a shirt of the sort which hasn’t been seen since Jack Lord assumed the full artistic control Hawaii Five-O. Surfin’ Dave has his audience’s undivided hostility with his torrid tales of insubstantial physique and romantic disaster.
A genius? A plagiarist? Is he just taking the piss? One thing is for certain – if Buddy Holly had been born a Yorkshireman he would have sounded nothing like Surfin’ Dave, Neato!

Susan Williams


Surfin’ Dave at a Stand Up and Spit gig 2015.

Nuclear Sex

Nuclear Sex

The two partners eye each other,
With undisguised longing.
Each wants the climax to be their own effort
But fear it’s powerful finality.

Dressed in red, she trembles (yet threatens)
The promise of many, teeth and claws
Hidden by her curtain.
Finishing her vodka, she poises her equipment
Teetering on the hazy brink,
Ready for action,
She lies waiting with the ultimate promise,
For her far away lover…

He is vey strong,
And believes his own lies,
Starry eyes.
Stripes on his arms,
Drunk on self importance,
The power aphrodisiac.

He has decided he will blow her mind,
And they must cling together,
In the final frenzied act,
In which the earth will move,
(And never move back)

He bares all, no longer caring,
Desire crushes logic, the time has come,
And the tips of the rockets emerge from their holes.
Long and strong they rise, hydraulically upwards,
Nudging skywards, up and up they go,
Sparking, pumping, forwards.

The lovers lost lethally,
The final greedy entrance,
Nuclear Sex,
Leaving all partners dead.

Ian H

This is from Harrogate ‘zine Kvatch, number 2, 1984.
Ian H was the editor of Blackburn ‘zine Just Four Minutes.


Brian McClair

Zines looking at football and music were springing up in the 80s. The first issue of A New England, 1984, has profiles of Pat Nevin, Billy Bragg, and this one from Celtic’s Brian McClair.
Footballers weren’t known for their inspiring musical choices and Brain and Pat were ‘zine favourites as they actually had decent taste.
There’s also a 1984 profile from lad’s favourite Shoot!