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Maggie Maggie Maggie

Punk compilation reviewed in the NME, 13 June, 1987.

Maggie, Maggie, Maggie;
Out! Out! Out! (Anagram)

Whilst the Wedge trot out the scrubbed sound of cuddly niceness, Anagram rip open the punk crypt to release 16 tracks of naught anti-Tory (pro-human) hatred,
It’s a tragedy that so much good music got squeezed between the gutter mumblings of the Vile bushell and the post-modernist prannynattering of the art ninnies. For sure the grungemongers got the upper hand but there were enough bands like the Abrasive Wheels and The Partisans writing loud, fast, political music to sustain a momentum.
There’s some heavily juicy stuff here – The Upstarts’ ‘Woman In Disguise’, Vice Squad’s ‘You’ll Never Know’, The Dead Kennedys’ ‘Kill The Poor’ and Action Pact’s epic ‘Open Your Eyes’. Best Moniker For A Song Ever award must go to Chaotic Disorder for ‘F-word Politics, F-word Religion, F-word the Lot of You’.
My only criticism is the five totally biz tracks and the non-inclusion of the Newtown Neurotics’ ‘Kick Out The Tories’, which we all know is the best song ever.

Steven Wells

Action Pact/The Mekons

Review from Leicester zine Linda Lovelace For President, issue 1, 1985.
I saw Action Pact loads, the hideously bad ranter wasn’t me!

A Benefit for African Famine
Action Pact, A Popular History of Signs, The Mekons, The Push, and a pathetic poet
Ambulance Station, Old Kent Road, 12.04.85

The venue, a disused ambulance station, was suspect to say the least, The cider bottles gave it a touch of Woodstock. We even had one chap ask if we had any acid! Half of the so-called punks with 20 inch mohicans acted like a bunch of hippies. And don’t a lot of vegetarians wear leather jackets……
Anyway, the Push kicked off (surely not the same Push who supported “slowly stagnating” Sister Crow in May 1984)
They were great – real Theatre of Hate wall-of-anger stuff. Then we got bored watching the glue brigade mess around and nipped out. We returned to see the Mekons prove themselves more than the Membransey “Never been in a riot” suggests. Unfortunately they didn’t play this (or I missed it). We did get some slices of luscious lunacy and folk-Fall frenzy (told you I was Garry Bushell). These were replaced by a hideously bad ranter who was too much of an egotistical prat to bother remembering whole chunks of his own poems (I use the term loosely). He even does a cover version of Russians in the DHSS – and leaves out massive pieces of that; he should be put in a swimming pool full of bleach.
A Popular History of Signs were a fairly good Gang of Fourish outfit who could be on TOTP tomorrow given sufficient backing.
I enjoyed their set but not many danced!
Finally at 2am !Action Pact! proceeded to tear the safe “punk” scene to shreds and pose a pretty big threat to the hype and tripe of the pop world. Tribal drums, Killing Joke grating bass, pains of broken glass for the guitar sound and of course George’s mixture of anguish and Motown that blasts their messages of thought and action to the masses. Although Suss of The Swiss, London Bouncers and Who’s to Blame? were sadly absent the twelve pieces of energy and activism made it worth the journey. A semi-riot of youthful exuberance seized band and crowd at the start of the set and this exploded into a total death pogoing contest when they closed the set with two groovy numbers from days gone by; the megahellthrashscreechydeath mix version of 1-2-3-4! Rockaway Beach and a stupendous Roadrunner that served to show !Action Pact! are one of the slickest bands to carry the Punk banner. All tonights takings went to African amine which shows their hearts are in the right place.

Action Pact Get Tough

The NME, 23 April, 1983, reviews Action Pact live.

Action Pact
London, Moonlight Club

A packed, tangled and bubbling Moonlight Club this evening – proof, if nothing else, that people still find delight in exploring small bands in sweaty places. Yes m’man, that old r’n’r medium still stirs. Them there kids want something dirty and slightly risky, they want tough sounds provided by the likes of Action pact.
This lot are quite special actually, their sharp, hard but tuneful songs with suss lyrics set them apart from most of the ‘pure-punk’ dross that abounds at present. The stand out number tonight is the lurching, crunching ‘Suicide Bag’: “Throw away that suicide bag, I don’t wanna see you dead,” pleads the deceptively demure looking vocalist George.
She is the Pact’s main asset, her leaping and screaming infuses the set with colourful charisma, the heart of the group lies within her sweet and sour persona.
The band hurtle on, the crowd jump up and down; nothing that spectacular or too amazing but action packed certainly.

Richard North

Action Pact – People

from Sounds, June 11, 1983

Time for Action: Tales from the Pact recited to John Opposition

George of Action Pact leans against the outside wall of a North London pub, transfixed by the merciless lens of the hideous Mottram. Spotting yours truly on the other side of the road, she delivers a high decibel: “WHERE YOU GOING!”

Yes, it’s true; she talks and shouts just like she sings, and you couldn’t mistake that voice anywhere…

And that’s where Steve Keaton’s review of Action Pact’s debut album, ‘Mercury Theater’ gets it all wrong. He says he can’t get through it without George’s vocals driving him completely up the wall; the fact is that the lady has the most original and and appealing vocal style I’ve heard in a long time.

And it is precisely George’s voice, delivering Dr. Phibes’ intelligent and challenging lyrics, which set Action Pact apart and make them such an excellent band. At a time when a hundred identikit punk bands assault our ears with ‘songs’ which are virtually indistinguishable from one another, an Action Pact record can ONLY be Action Pact.

Like ’em or loathe ’em, they’re utterly unmistakable – and that’s always a good thing.

Shining out like a beacon among Peel’s German experimentalists, bringing welcome power to Jensen’s worthy efforts, releasing two positive and inspiring singles, and now an album which ranks among the best of the years; a fine track record for any band, but despite the sessions – the band specifically asked me to thank Peel and Jensen for their support – and healthy record sales, they’ve had their share of problems.

The original drummer, 16 year old Joe Fungus (silly names are a specialty with this lot!) left some time ago, and they had considerable problems finding a replacement, which meant several months off the road.

The original bass player, Dr. Phibes, who has written most of the lyrics, decided to call it a day after recording the album, although he’ll still be writing for the band.

So now they’ve two new members, in addition to George and guitarist Wild Planet: ‘Philthy’ Phil Langham, who used to be in the Dark (but has now seen the light) on bass, and the superbly-named Grimly Fiendish on drums. With a settled line-up and a new album, they’re all set to make up for lost time.

“The thing that really pisses us off”, they tell me over a few pints, “is that image and dress sense seems to be far more important to a lot of punk fans than the music itself.”

“If you don’t look right, if the way you dress doesn’t correspond with the type of music you play, a lot of people tend to ignore you – or, even worse, attack you. We don’t have any ‘image’ at all; we dress how we want, and George isn’t one of these girl singers who gets her tits out on stage. If she wore fishnet stockings, and we were all dripping leather, then we’d probably get a lot more people at our gigs.”

When I saw them supporting the Adicts at the 100 Club (“One of our worst gigs – ever”) it was certainly true that the audience reaction was apathy incarnate, and though things have improved, they’ve still a long way to go to catch up with the likes of Discharge.

The album will do the trick, though; like all positive bands, they want to cross over to a more diverse audience, and their intelligent approach and original songs will guarantee them a following outside the traditional boundaries of punk.

“We’ve got Sid Vicious to blame for all this heavy bondage nonsense. The original Pistols were just an ordinary bunch of blokes, then Sid came along with the chains and the violence and gave us the problems we’ve got now.”

The thing about Action Pact, though, is that they are genuinely unconcerned about the fruits of commercial success, and play in their band purely and simply because they enjoy doing so.

They’ve all got jobs (“And we’re bloody lucky”): George works for Scotch Tape, Wild Planet on a building site, and Grimly Fiendish is a bank clerk – no jibes, please, and he assures me that he’s very soon going to be an ex-bank clerk, the way things are going. As for Phil, his occupation is top secret information; rumour has it that he works as an industrial spy for an Albanian tourist agency. Oh well…

Many bands claim they’re not interested in making money, but Action Pact seem to mean it. I make the point that a successful band will always make money for someone, their manager and record label if not themselves, and that they deserve the fruits of their labour more than anybody else.

Of course they agree with that, and declare a desire to make their living out of music, but George is rather cagey: “I’m not sure I’d give my job up, you know; even a really successful band only had a few years together, and then what do you do? In this day and age you wouldn’t find another job easily.”

Their genuinely socialist attitude is reflected in two ways; firstly they don’t see the band primarily as a money making concern (which means that other people may well be able to make money out of them) and secondly they are aware that to have a job in Thatcher-ravaged Britain is an achievement not to be thrown away lightly.

As well as being positive and enthusiastic people, Action Pact have a well developed sense of social responsibility, which reflects itself in their songs; anti-violence (“London Bouncers”); anti-war (“Protest is Alive”); and most definitely anti-fascist (“Losers”, and “Fools Factions”).

For me, though, their finest song is “Blue Blood”, an aggressive statement against privilege – and especially royal privilege: “I’ve been taught a lot of things since my first breath/Like respecting power until my death/But that’s one thing I just can’t do/No-one, nowhere, has blood that’s blue!”

But this is no “anti” band; as much as to make statements, Action Pact are in it to enjoy themselves, and their enthusiasm is infectious. I mean, it’s impossible to take a band that seriously when they’ve got names like Grimly Fiendish and Wild Planet… So what’s in a name?

“I’m called Wild Planet because I’ve got an obsession with the B52s – one of their albums was called that. Grimly Fiendish is a character in a comic that used to be around a few years ago.” (yes, I remember that one!) “Dr. Phibes was a film character. And by the way, you haven’t heard the full story behind Dr. Phibes’ leaving the band. He had this really successful solo career going, you see, and after his number one hit he couldn’t handle it anymore. Dr. Phibes is really… Renato!”

The question is, then, is George Renee? You learn something new every day! Anyway, I always thought Renato was Italian; this lot come from Stanwell in Middlesex, a dormitory town in Barton territory very near Heathrow Airport. This is the new ‘Sound of the Suburbs’; fittingly, the Members come from not far away.

There’s a song about their home town on the ‘Suicide Bag’ EP: “Stanwell, what have you given me?” sings George, petulantly. Understandable when you consider that George has the dubious pleasure of living next door to a certain Mr. Jack Payne, the town’s present Tory MP (although hopefully he won’t be come Thursday).

George is quick to point out that the upmarket nature of her neighbours doesn’t imply she’s rolling in money, though it must be pretty embarrassing for her!

The title of the album, “Mercury Theater on the Air Again” refers to an infamous incident on American radio, where the broadcaster managed to convince the listeners that loads of aliens had landed, and were about to take over the world. As Grimly (!) says, that’s rather like the paranoia-mongers who are at present doing their best to convince us all that the dreaded Russians have horns and tails and eat Christian babies for breakfast!

The album title is directed primarily at those appalling American nutters, the Survivalists, who hole themselves and their families up in isolated parts of the States and wait, guns at the ready, for the Holocaust.

Like yours truly, Action Pact are pretty disillusioned with the state of the world; but also like yours truly, they’re going to have a laugh and make the best of it.

Paul Roland, contributor of this parish, got it wrong; I’m not bitter in a negative sense, just aware of what’s happening and prepared to make the my infinitesimal contribution to the fight for change. Whether or not we get anywhere is another matter; judging by the opinion polls, the Great British Public really are a race of masochists…

Now that their line-up is secure, and the album is on general release, Action Pact are, hopefully, going to be gigging far more frequently than has been the case, up till now.

Like all the other REAL positive punk bands (and things really do seem to be looking up in certain quarters as far as the quality of our new bands is concerned), Action Pact combine awareness with enthusiasm and a fine sense of humour: they genuinely are a great bunch of people.

Next to their record company’s headquarters in Gaskin Street, North London, there’s a piece of graffiti which sums up the confusion of these damaged times. “CRASS”, it says, and then “BRITISH MOVEMENT”.

With bands like Action Pact, and songs like ‘Losers’ around, maybe the confusion can be sorted out. As George sings in her distinctive and emotive way, “Together we can end this — Together, I know we can!”

“Together we can, I know we can!”


The Burial – Live

This review from Hard As Nails, No. 4, 1984 is of one of the Miner’s benefits that Red Action put on during the strike.
These were notable in that the put on many bands that the mainstream left wouldn’t touch, yet these were the bands that working class kids liked and who had something in common with.
I was at this gig, as the review says, it was a belter.


Newtown Neurotics/Action Pact/The Burial – at the London School of Economics

I’ve never had reason to visit the LSE before, and I really expected the audience to be made up of trendy leftie middle class posers, but I was in for a pleasant surprise – as we turned the corner a couple of tanked-up skins cheerfully skipped by and disappeared into the Strand. We paid our money and wandered in, we were early so the bar seemed the best target. Once there we discovered that this was one party that wouldn’t be gate-crashed, such was the feeling of unity, not to mention the question of numbers. . . by the middle of the evening the beer induced chanting of the Red Action faction had risen to choir proportions, the number of shaven-headed herberts increasing steadily with the arrival of teams and individuals from all over London and the home counties. it also highlighted the broad cross-section of skin style in ’84, from polished heads, army greens and 14 high steels to polished brogues, sharp suits and side-partings. Skins together, skins forever – magic!
But what about the music? First on were The Burial, so rightly described as being under-rehearsed and over-excited. Despite some obvious shortcomings they managed to bounce through a lively little set, and went down well with the stomping skins and pogo-ing punks. Somewhere between Suggs and Gary Hodges frontman manic Mick took us from the beefy O! of Blockheads to the lilting calypso of Sheila…but they seemed to end all too soon. Still, next time…
I managed to miss Action Pact completely, being otherwise engaged at the bar, but I did get good reports of their set later. Last band on were the Neurotics, whose set was tighter than street bard Gal’ Johnson, but not quite as funny. Anyway they hit hard at all the right targets, the great Mindless Violence was only bettered by it’s vinyl A-side, Kick Out The Tories – which truly got everyone going. later on it took several cups of strong tea and burnt toast to get the buzz out of my head, this gig was a talking point for days, and it deserved to be. The real McOi!


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Me at the gig