Monthly Archives: March 2014

Fresh – Out of Borstal

This is a strange album that came out in 1970. It was a weird concept album aimed at skinheads who were in fashion at the time. When I was a teenage skinhead myself we bought the album even though there was no reggae on it. What is of interest is there are some spoken sections by young lads that make it of interest in regard to spoken word.

The band Fresh were put together by manager Simon Napier-Bell, who later on was the manager of Wham!. There are a couple of Mick Jagger/Keith Richards songs on the album which has made it a sought after record.

There is some authenticity to the spoken sections, these being from real lads rather than the musicians. All in all it’s quite a strange concept album that throws a bit of light onto the social history of us boot boy types. Bob Gorman from the band Fresh said “Our development was rudely interrupted by these albums, and did not represent our style or music.”

Come the 1980s several borstal boys were ranting poets.



Mensi – Heath’s Lament

Mensi was singer with the Angelic Upstarts. They were one of the second wave of punk bands. Working class bands that hadn’t been to art school. The Upstarts had a strong political message, as this poem from Mensi demonstrates.
Ted Heath was the Tory PM from June 1970 to February 1974. His time as PM was full of strikes. Mensi had been a miner himself.
The Upstarts were a great live band and I gigged with them several times myself. They were popular with punks and skinheads and after gigs like that a poetry audience is a piece of piss.

You can find the poem on the Angelic Upstarts’ top drawer Two Million Voices album.

Little Brother

Little Brother was a poet from Bradford, Dave Stockell. He was known as one of the sharper ranters. Bradford was home to a thriving poetry scene in the early-mid 80s: Seething Wells, Ginger John lived there, Joolz and also Little Brother.

He did a split single (a 33 EP vinyl junkies!) with Seething Wells in 1982


There’s an audio of it on the link below, and here’s the poems –


A Poem By a Luddite

I found this poem whilst research in Cecil Sharp House, see the previous blog entry on that
Ranting was ever angry poets on a soapbox.
In the 1895 book The Risings of the Luddites, the author, F. Peel states that Jeremiah Brandreth, the ‘Nottingham captain’ who led the rising of June 8th in 1817, wrote the following verse…

Every man his skill must try
He must turn out and not deny;
No bloody soldier he must dread
He must come out and fight for bread
The time has come you plainly see
When Government opposed must be!

Jeremiah Brandreth


Teething Wells

Teething Wells was an oik who often gigged with the likes of Seething Wells, Attila the Stockbroker, Ginger John and Porky the Poet in the 80s. Most of these gigs were in between bands and sound systems or at ranting shows. After resting on his laurels he returned to poetry and started the poetry ‘zine Rising.
Here’s a rant he used to read in 1981 that is based on an anonymous IWW poem from 1917.

I love my flag, I do, I do,
that floats upon the breeze.
I also love my arms, my legs,
my feet, my toes, my knees.
One little shell might spoil them all
or give them such a twist,
they would be of no use to me
so I guess I won’t enlist.

I love my country, yes I do,
I hope our men do well.
Without their arms and legs and things
I think they’d look like hell.
Men with faces half shot off
are unfit to be kissed.
I’ve read in books, it spoils their looks
so I guess I won’t enlist.

I love our leaders, sure I do,
in a bunker underground.
When the atom bombs go off
they won’t hear a sound.
If we gave them rifles,
how long would they exist?
They’re not fighting. Why should I?
So I guess I won’t enlist.

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Teething Wells at a miner’s strike benefit, the Burial played!, 1984

Attila the Stockbroker

Attila and Seething Wells became the two big ranting names in the mid-80s. They gigged a lot, a hell of a lot. Attila also wrote in the music press as John Opposition and had a football column for a time. He really was a stockbroker pre-poetry.
He’s recoded a few albums, had books published and is still gigging far and wide, as well as doing a regular Morning Star column. He did the daddy of the ranting ‘zines Tirane Thrash.
His work is political with a large dash of humour.

Laff Records

Warning 70s comedy!
Laff Records was a label from Los Angeles that specialised in American x-rated black humour. Their dubious album sleeves still raise a smile and I’ve still got many of my albums from when I was a lad.
These kind of albums were known as party records and contained a fair bit of eye-watering filthy poetry.


There was some pretty good music on some of ’em. Leroy and Skillet were known as the Soul Clowns and the great Johnny Otis is on record too.


The humour comes out of the black American traditions of ‘the dozens’ and ‘the Signifying Monkey’ both of which can now be seen in aspects of rap.
Whilst the humour is decidedly of its time and sexist as hell it is pleasing to see the women being as filthy, and as smart as the men. Lawanda Page in particular was a fave and she had a successful career as a comedian.

Whilst further from British poetry than the Jamaican dub poets, many of whom lived here, the records were popular with us and had some influence in pace and forthright humour. The thing I usually find funny about dirty jokes and toilet humour isn’t the jokes themselves but that toffs find it distasteful to be reminded they shit and piss just like us.

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mouse in my pants

There’s a Laff discography at