The Walls Of The Apocalypse
the walls of the Apocalypse
punk crowd gathers, but I don’t fit
standing here with suit on hips
Dego’s on the West Crosscauseway
terrified on this tourist trip
punk reputation is blown to bits
meet TV and he’s looking real sick
says, “I’ll feel foolish singing my way”
heads, on shelves on high
don’t know what we’re doing here
motivate, just want to go
us go or watch us die
heads, one with a wounded eye
this punk-horror shop on the edge of town
punk force rallies, but TV’s a weary frown
he wants to do is get his head down
sick, not slept a wink since payday
taking requests this Sassenach proud
the legends like an Uzi with an empty round
Christ! TV’s drawn a crowd
he could sleep like a log ‘till May Day…
Cruise” screams a punk behind me. TV delivers an explosive Tomahawk Cruise
on his unplugged acoustic guitar.
into the first few countrified notes of Thin Green Line. I’m confused…
TV has told me that as he got no sleep on the previous night (due to Edinburgh
being a touch colder than that London) and he is therefore only going to play
two songs and then move on to Leven. So why the hell is second song his one
country song? Never predict this man...
The Great Man either, the punks love it and cheer loudly.
Time to go?…No
– it’s time for another hard-core punk classic…We Want The Road?????
I love this
song and later tell TV that I was going to shout We Want The Road out at Leven.
Meanwhile, in the Apocalypse UK punk-horror shop in Edinburgh, TV clearly
no longer wants the road.
TV has come
alive, he is fighting through the pain barrier and moving from one of life’s
passengers to a driver. Driver And Passenger is sung with such passion
that the veins protrude from TV’s neck, nicely mirroring the horror head masks behind him.
TV glances round at the special fake leather
jackets behind him and bursts into one of my current favourites, the anti-vivisection
masterpiece – Lies. “No ordinary monkey, he’s going to be a beauty
queen,” – what a powerful line. I shout “Nice one” as TV hits the closing
British Mistake” bellows a punk right in my ear. “Great British Mistake?
On an acoustic guitar with no amp – you must be joking?” replied TV…
British mistake was looking for a way out, was getting complacent…” TV sang.
His words swooped over Edinburgh like a bird, they climbed the high branches
and observed, and swooped back down to his mouth and out into our souls. TV’s
words cast a shadow that swallowed us whole, they swooped, climbed, clinged,
sucked and again they swallowed us whole. We felt drip-fed and lost our world,
even the punk hard boys and those three magazine girls. The framed adverts
on the wall were illegal. TV was like an outlaw, his motive was a spell from
a magician and he grew like a genie out of the bottle. The devil horror heads
were behind him, you could see them in the mirror. The punks had chains on
their right hands.
We had to
come to terms now! The song is almost over… “How can they avoid it?”
brought us crashing back down to Earth, with the thought of even
more Tony Blair.
Future Used To Be Better blasts at us next as TV continues to focus
on playing songs not played at Edinburgh the night before. As usual I see my
ex-bosses toothy grin flash before my mind at another promise broken.
touches the audience with his explanation of Gather Your Things And
Go. Is this a set list sent from heaven or what?
Train Driver is sent straight to hell as TV climaxes the set, careering
of the track at speed.
Wow! Awesome stuff!
Edinburgh yet again receives a set four to five times as long as everyone was
Just after the applause dies down, Dego shouts “Hey you in the suit with the
camera, can you take a photo of us?” “I was thinking of doing that” I responded
trying my best to look cool in a suit in a punk-horror shop. TV came to my rescue
by explaining that I had come to the gig after work and hadn’t had time to get
changed “He doesn’t always look like that” he concluded. Thanks Teev, next
time can’t you pretend that I’m a member of The Hives or your chaffeur, photographer
or manger or some such… I thought to myself.
To add to
my embarrassment the camera batteries went after only one punk crowd pic! They
all laugh and jeer…
As I made a hasty retreat in seach for a new battery the legend signed posters,
books and CD’s.
On returning Dego gave me the Apocalypse gig poster from the window and a flyer
with his email address on the back. “Please email me the photo’s Tj” Dego pleads,
I promise to. We both leave the walls of the Apocalypse UK, feeling on top of
This driver and passenger want the road. Jocktown and Scotland gig 3 it’s show