Maximum Rock ‘n’ Roll #156 All Australian Special – 1st May 1996

Arriving in Sydney, Australia I soon made it an objective to find the punk scene here. I found the record stores, the pub venues and slowly fell in with those making it happen. It wasn’t exactly the same as I was used to in Southampton but close enough.
One of the first people I was introduced to was Sean No Deal (his record label was called No Deal) and Bronwyn and I hung out with him, his girlfriend and friends around Newtown sometimes. Everyone was friendly but obviously, I was the outsider and it wasn’t easy to break into this group’s inner circle.
Coming from cold England where we kept ourselves busy doing things so as to stay warm I sometimes found the laid-back attitude of Australians a little frustrating. I thought I could take advantage of this and get involved somehow in making things happen a little quicker. I just had to figure out a way.
I’d already been up on the Central Coast and got into DJing on the local license-seeking PCR-FM where I played the most out-there music that I could find. I’d also stumbled upon the folks behind Phlegm and the soon-to-be-launched What Is Music? Festival.
In hardcore punk terms though, Sean seemed to be the one guy everyone told me to talk to and after doing so I found out that he’s pitched to Maximum Rock ‘n’ Roll about doing an All Australian issue of the fanzine and had already started work on it. Awesome – that sounded like something I could really help out with. I threw around some ideas which were agreeable – ie – go for your life!
In keeping Sean up to date with my ideas I asked for all the contacts he had around the country and then to see what he’d done so far so that I didn’t double up. This is when I found out that next to fuck-all had been done so far and some of that was already out of date. It surprises me that Australians ever get anything done sometimes but that’s also one of the things to love about their laid-back attitude.
I took everything Sean had and decided now was the time to throw myself into something. Bronwyn and I were back in Sydney from the Central Coast, with a baby on the way and me just starting my career in IT. I needed to get this done before the baby was born and do it I did.
About four months after sending off a package of papers, pictures and floppy disks a free copy of the fanzine arrived in our mail and I was quite proud of what I’d managed to achieve in such a short time.
In the end, there were many other contributors who provided scene reports, interviews and information and I was really just the focal point to bring it all together to make it happen.
I’ll add some posts here with some of the interviews I did and the whole magazine is available at archive.org.

Proud to be alongside these legends. In the following decade, I would also meet Mykel Board and Adrienne Droogas along with Lawrence Livermore again.

The one thing that got pulled from being printed was an interview with Oren Ambarchi and Phlegm and the What Is Music? Festival, which is a shame because that was what I was most interested in at the time.

The City Of The Dead – 6th December 1995

On the back of the city they ride
The demons attack from each side
Despair weaves its path
Through the warmest of hearts
Eating away at your very soul
Cold wings flutter about your face

Can you feel it?

Greed winds its way in
Through the thickest of skin
Til everyone is touched
And the big sell is a rollercoaster ride
Straight to hell

We’re all part of it

Death lurks each street
Searching for souls to eat
With a big wide grin across its ugly face
Along with despair
To lay good men bare

Have you had a taste?

Disease runs riot
When people lie quiet
Its foul stench forcing you to wretch

Can you taste it?

Madness takes a grip
Follows your every trip
Through the torture and torment of lies
The cries are of woe
As we watch people flow
Down and down into demise

Real Discipline – 19th October 1995

I wanted this to be the real thing
I wanted it to finally be the real discipline
The discipline
That I had been so well preparing myself for

I needed something to be real
I saw all things
I saw all people around me
Falling apart
Caving in

I needed the discipline
I asked myself how long
I was going to live this lie
How long was I going to let myself down
And blame someone else

Finally, I kicked through the wall
It was like a junky
Busting through the scar tissue
That keeps him from hitting
It was like slashing through the womb
With your teeth

Lies make me weak
It’s the lies that are killing me
The lack of discipline
I was killing myself and I didn’t even see it
I couldn’t even feel it
The dead painless days are over

10th Aug 2024 – I’m guessing that I had been reading a lot of Henry Rollins around this time and was struggling a little bit.

(Unfinished) Tragedy – 26th August 1995

Everyone’s life is tinged with tragedy
There’s no escape if you are alive
It comes in all different forms and faces
And the challenge is more than to survive

To face this fact with head held high
Continue forward, always striving

13th Oct 2024 – Not sure why this never got finished but what’s interesting about these words is that I knew then, the right way to live and be content but it still took me another 10-20 years to figure things out! Maybe I just wasn’t getting enough practice at the time.