Tis the season…
A poster for the 1988 Anniversary gig. Cheers to Chip Grim.
This poem was recorded over the Newton Neurotics‘ Mindless Violence, with slightly different words, and came out on 1983’s Son Of Oi! album. It was in plenty of ‘zines and a live favourite.
Andy Is A Corporatist
Andy is a corporatist
he is corpulent, and often pissed
and he is friends with Flemmish nazis
goes to Hitler’s birthday parties
(seven times a year)
I met him at the Bridge House
he was there on business
but he couldn’t start a riot
so he stayed kinda quiet
and The Business didn’t play
so Andy went away
I met him in Birmingham
the day the shit really hit the fan
the fan was and the shit was Andy
Upstarts concert, really handy
broken nose is really dandy
Andy thinks it’s such a laugh
to sing Horst Wessel in the bath
smash up other people’s fun
like they told him in the Sun
but I knew his time would come
Andy’s mate came up today
told me he’d been put away
‘stupid nutter, anyway!’
that’s all he said, then turned away…
‘what a waste!’, that’s all I’d say –
‘maybe he’ll change, somehow, someday…’
A year of life went down the drain
then they let Andy out again
the guys inside had changed his mind
he’d left his dodgy past behind
one day I met him in the pub
he’d finished with the killing club
he said he had to watch his face
‘cos you don’t leave the master race
Now Andy and his local crew
stand firm against the chosen few
he’s playing in a rebel band
to spread the word across the land
and sometimes in a pissed-up haze
he talks about the bad old days
and here’s his message, loud and clear
‘We’ll NEVER let it happen here!’
‘You Nazi skinheads ought to know
that you would be the first to go
‘cos what they want is serried ranks
unsmiling clones in Chieftan tanks
no room for music, punk or skin
they’ll bring the goosestep marches in
and take our football and our bands
smash our guitars and break our hands
So here’s to punk – a way of life
for us – not some Nazi jive!’
And what our Andy says is true:
Stand firm – before they come for you!
Attila the Stockbroker
The letter page of Sounds, 26 February, 1983 has this rebuttal to trendy lefties. Then as now I find that nothing worries the middle class left more than working class people organising themselves.
In reply to the vile shit from two trendy lefties (gay whales against one parent families man) in your letters page.
I’m a regualr reader of Sounds and like the support you’re giving to punk and reggae. But as a bloke from a solid working class background, born to aspiring middle class parents, I’m sick to death of patronising intellectuals telling me what life’s about.
Recent letters from Chris Powell and Paula Theefe tell us to relate more to industrial struggles – sure, that is the only way to change society – but for your information pal, I’m an active trade unionist in my workplace – what union strength and militancy are these two letter writers up to? Reading Das Kapital and Jean Paul Sartre I suppose.
They attack great people like the Newtown Neurotics, Attila, Redskins and the Anti Social Workers, why – because they’re rich, racist, sexist bastards? No, because they have the nerve to wear Solidarity t-shirts, boots, cropped hair and worst of all play strike benefits.
If these shitheads had an ounce of suss they’d know that when you’ve got 3 1/2 million on the dole and millions of kids who have never worked you’ve got to have something apart from purely industrial based politics.
I leave the final word to Micky O’Farrell from the last Oi album who has done more for the cause of socialism than a million craphead Citizen Dave Smiths or unreadable cretins like Neil Rowland or Dave McCullough.
‘They try to tell us we’re all shit … but one day we’ll all rise together.’
Rick Hill, Bucks