Monday night All Ages show. Who else played this?
Tag: hardcore
Crux/Pazahora – split CD – 1st July 2008
Cat #: 015TZM
A split release with Cactus Records, produced in Kuala Lumpur by some folks who would soon become long time friends and in time for a South East Asia tour for Crux that I jumped on after a trip around China. Crux were Anna, Lex, John and Lachlan, from Sydney, Australia. Pazahora were Hafiz, Hannah, Hood and Zafran.
Club Consolador De Dos Caras – 9th April 2008
Club Consolador De Dos Caras
9th April 2008
La Campana
$5 8pm Start
Bands:
Fail
Do Not Resuscitate
Little a
Little Rabbit
15th May 2021 – I always tried to make shows as diverse and interesting as possible, which doesn’t always mean success, as many younger fans want a whole night of the same thing. Being a bit older, there’s nothing that would bore me further. This night featured indie-pop, hardcore and experimental synth pop and many of the participants were friends with each other. It always felt good to be part of this community and I often wonder about the scene in Sydney these days and if there are still people doing that.

The Night Crash – 12″ – 1st January 2008
Cat #: 011TZM
The Night Crash is Dan and Leigh. Recorded to 1″ tape in December 2004 at the Snakepit. Engineered and mixed by Lachlan Vercoe. Premastered at Turtlerock by Rick O’Neil. Mastering and cutting done in the UK at Abbey Road. Pressed at the Vinyl Factory in Marrickville. Art by Sarah Werkmeister
Pure Evil Trio – CD – 1st June 2007
Cat #: 008TZM
Various Artists – Eccentrics Vol. 1 – 1st June 2004
Cat #: 001TZM
The very first number in the tenzenmen catalogue (though not the first release time wise). The Eccentrics Series features some of my favourite bands from around the world. Check out Vols 2 and 3!
Hinterlandt – Kranlieder
Zu – The Way of the Animal Powers
Can Can Heads – Here Gathers Nameless Prophecy
Clinton Walker interview – 7th May 1996
No Deal Records interview – 6th May 1996
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.

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.
You’re my only friend, and you don’t even like me – 17th April 1994
I don’t like no-one, well except for you
A wild and willing 16-year-old, somehow I got into town and searched out like-minded comrades in teenage delinquency, knowing they would be gathering at Capones, a hotel room situated atop a dirty multi-storey car park in the centre, up from the church where you’d find green-haired youths sitting on gravestones with their bottles of Merrydown. Like joining any cult I knew no one but was accepted immediately as a member because I had already made the choice, they recognised the signs, the ripped clothes, the safety pins and messed up hair, so they joined me as much as I joined them.
So I talked to someone who had patches on their sleeves of names that I recognised and made friends. I told of my knowledge of American bands of this hardcore genre and this guy suggested I meet his friend and so started at long close friendship, that very night him being recruited to play bass guitar in the band Shock To The System and me later joining them when they changed their name to Atrox (shock); all through this friendship that started in that dim hall.
Young and rebellious we rejected the ways of our parents (ha!) and strove for a better world (in our ignorant teenage minds). Through dramas and drugs we were close in outlook and preferences, taking trips down to Bournemouth in the evenings of our early twenties to look back and wonder where this new new generation was going wrong. (I later realised it was us who were going wrong but that’s a longer story).
Proud and cynical we thrived off each other’s dark outlooks, revelling in the glory of life’s disaster. Myself the more adventurous of the pair I took initiatives when needed and we helped each other through several bands and a couple of publications. To look back now and see the tiny streams of change is easy, though I didn’t recognise them as such then, they soon turned into rivers which would not be turned back and this year would be the crucial year in our separation as friends.
The emotional heartache I went through was tough but I realised that by trying to remain friends was like paddling the canoe against the tide, no matter how hard I tried to make it up the river I was always pushed back, and what kind of friendship is that, when all effort is countered? I turned the canoe around and found myself in the vast oceans of love and warmth that others offered me. Myself as Mr Cynical was no more.
pic: screenshot from this video taken in January 1984 – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iNll6PtC9qM – where I bounce around in front of the band Confessions of Sin, proudly showing off my hand-made Better Youth Organisation t-shirt. I thought I was really something – I was really something else.
















