Feck.

Well, to be honest I’ve been dicking about with the prospect of blogging for a few years now. I think I’ve finally become passionate about something enough to write it down (other than those cringey, teen years about my two-to-tango sessions with bulimia).

PUNK: The word has enough grit in it to take the paint off the wall. I became obsessed with the idea of punk at the tender age of 13, after my father had handed me his bottom of the pile, almost garage sale CD: Teenage Kicks PUNK! 2.
BLOODY FUCKING EUREKA: I let the voices of Jello Biafra [Dead Kennedys], Paul Weller [The Jam] and Poly Styrene [X-Ray Spex] piss all over my brain (along with many,many others with much more COLOURFUL ways to express disdain towards the media and government at the time), making me the foul-mouthed, dreadhawked 26 year old female I am today.

The thing about punk is that it opened my eyes to so many more musical genres my 13 year old brain didn’t even know existed. Oi!, the boot-stomping music that made you want to shave your noggin down to the skin, lace up your Docs and headbutt your droogs after drinking 10 tins of Stella. Ska, the Jamaican, fast-tempoed sound that makes you want to drop your groceries and start skanking in the middle of the street. And of course, Crust Punk: turn it up, make it loud n’dirty, all whilst shoving and 3 day old extra-cheese pizza slice into your mouth and fucking your significant other up against a wall. (Sorry, it’s just what I envision. I’ll stop.)

I’m going to be honest, I’m not sure what direction this blog will take me in. Hopefully I can introduce you to some new (but old) bands you can blast whilst driving 60mph in your Dodge Minivan – but I might just write about my opinions and end up sounding like a right cunt.

-Adie Tonic