9 August 2016
I read 30 Years of Anger pretty much in one sitting, starting earlier today and stopping only to eat and take a couple of phone calls. That’s always a good sign. What a trip down memory lane that was!
I love history, I think it’s interesting and important. I think punk history is interesting and important, but especially local punk history. We all know about the big stuff and the main bands that happened in the UK and US. The history is rehashed over and over whilst right on our very doorsteps memories of punk bands and punk culture rapidly fade away. For 40 years now, dotted all around the globe are lesser known communities of punk rockers. Mostly we never get to hear their stories, and that’s a shame! Amongst the communities, always a mixture of incredible talent, and total lack there of. Amazing artists, and not so much. Creatives, poets, musicians and people who wish they were. Loud people, quiet people, free thinkers, kind people, beautiful people, doers, movers, shakers, drunks, junkies, horribly average people and total s*** ***ts. But somehow we all gel together and become part of one big punk family. Our stories are awesome, and it’s a really special thing!
Well here’s a book from one speck of the globe that tells of how it was being a Brisbane punk during the 80’s and beyond. If you were part of that scene at the time you are going to know most of the names, places and people in this book. If you came along later, chances are that you will know of them. If you weren't there at all, you’re going to gain some insight about how the city of Brisbane was just 30 years ago in the bad old days of Joh Bijelkie Peterson. Brisbane was a very different place, it’s sometimes difficult to believe that the Brisbane of today is the same city!
This book tells tales of the bad, the ugly and the good, raw stories of how it was. The kind of stuff which you wouldn’t really find in the scene report section of zines, because scene reports are mostly about bands, venues, music, and not about individuals, or the funny, horrid, or stupid s*** people do. The book also includes tales from the cities of Sydney, Melbourne and Adelaide, and the 2nd part is mostly about Brisbanes metal scene. I wowed at the amount of band names mentioned all up, I had forgotten so many! On a personal level, I loved reading about people I knew, or still know, and occasionally I wondered “What happened to that person!”
The book is a great punk and band history lesson for anyone interested in the local scene, or world wide punk generally. The only sad thing about this book is that it doesn’t come with a soundtrack!