SCUM FEST REPORT PART II
SO, I left my Scum Fest report part 1 with me and Ed (this ed – www.myspace.com/stateofurgency) eating breakfast in a wetherspoons. We had already sat and made a disappointing google search of “tourist attractions in Peckham” and been informed that there aren’t any, though according to the telegraphs website many people come to the area to see the fictional “nag’s head” pub from only fools and shite-hawks. It struck me as odd that according to this article there isn’t such a place, despite the fact that we live in a capitalist society and people are coming to see the thing regardless of whether or not its actually there. You’d think someone would just open one up quick sharp and make a killing. Just hire a couple of south london wheeler dealers to hang about inside and occaisionally fall through the open bar etc. and you’re fackin larfin my son.
While cogitating this most serious of issues over my morning roll (complete with Ed’s egg – vegans can be useful ;P) Ed pointed out to me that a man had walked into the pub and proceeded to offer the sale of dodgy aftershave to just about everyone in it, “IT’S ALL TRUE!!” we declared, our faith in Peckhams mythology restored. Notably, del boy did not offer us any aftershave.
After meeting up with our now mate James we ended up in another Peckham pub, this time a Millwall fans stronghold called ‘The Hope’ “what a dump…3 out of 10” – beerintheevening.com
The service in the Hope is beyond slow, the bar maid will actually forget she’s puring your strongbow half way through and proceed to have lengthy charts with regulars before asking again “have you been served” but nevermind, the place had that kind of filthy cramped cheap family pub feel about it so I took a liking to it. A couple of games of pool later, we get handed a leaflet and are damned to hell from this point on. Literally, apparently.
“Jeebus heled my broken bones in ten minutes” screamed a hysterical lobotomy victim from this gaudy leaflet. At first I thought the source of this pap was going to quickly leave when I told her my spirituality lies with “other” but she was pretty determined this one. AWESOME! I FUCKING LOVE EVANGELICALS! We got all the usual shit, Jesus loves me, I dont have to spend my saturdays in the pub, don’t i find being a sinner boring (are you fuckin kiddin me love?) etc. etc., I informed the poor woman that wee Jesu had unfortunately passed on some time ago and could no more love me than he could hit himself in the face with his own cock (I wasn’t actually this rude in person, I wasn’t polite, just not this rude!) and she assured me he was in fact alive, IN THE CLOUDS. At this point I literally told her that she was the one away in the fucking clouds and that the fact she could believe Jesus lived on water particles in the sky despite people having actually been up there and finding nothing of the sort. She wouldn’t talk to me after that. She wouldn’t talk to Ed ffrom the start due to his conveniantly chosen ‘PISSCHRIST’ tshirt, opting instead to label him hell-bound without trial. James on the other hand seemed to be her favourite. She told james thar abortion was always wrong, even in the case of rape – at which point we were all basically offended by this scum bag and proceeded to rip the piss out of her till she left. She ignored my suggestion of the existence of dinosaurs, and went on her way.
God loves all his children.
We bummed around and drank some more and then went off to meet a couple of friends that were coming down that day, we met them and went inside – where the, you know, BANDS were 😉
Pittsburgh, USA’s MASAKARI.
I’d never heard of Masakari before, but I was quickly taken in by their mix of the more doom-laden, epic-tinged crust and what to my mind sounded like early 00’s Belgian metalcore (though surprisingly no one at the entire festival had any idea what i meant by Belgian metalcore!) their lyrics tend to focus on the more metal anti-christian/religion theme’s as well, which after being informed of my one way ticket to hell was all good with me! A part of me strained against the slightly more unoriginal aspects of their music, but what was done was done very well and with enough conviction to over ride any ill-advised snobbish snubs I might have given. Instead their mix of the brutal, the depressing and the brutally depressing made them one of my favourite bands of the weekend and definitely one of my favourite bands in crust at the minute. Well worth checking out.
I’m not sure if I’m reviewing the bands in the order they played in or not, just the order they come into my head, so pressing on with the DOOM review! There was obviously a lot of excitement in the air as these crust legends were about to go on, people had travelled across continents to see them in fact, so ‘excitement’ might be a bit of an understatment. The atmosphere was compounded by the sounds of ‘reality asylum’ blasting out through the PA, building the tension to a point where the possibility of the gig not going off became slim to none. Sure enough as soon as the opening screams of ‘fear of the future’ (IDONTWANNADIEINANUCLEARWAAAR!!) the whole place went berzerk, bodies flying everywhere, sweat dripping from the ceiling, fucking beautiful. You could make out other classics like the obligatory ‘police bastard’ and ‘relief’ in amongst the full on assault. Overall, doom ruled. Course they fuckin did.
Another legendary band to play this year were ant-fascist skinhead’s The Oppressed, perhaps a bit of an odd one out band but if you ask me, punk should be all about variety. I’m not the biggest fan of oi, it pretty much starts and ends with The Oppressed and 4-skins for me, but having a band like this, especially one of such mythological proportions was a great way to break up the doom laden thrash fest that was coming from all other fronts. Classics like ‘skin head girl,’ and ‘joe hawkins’ went down a treat. Definitely a welcome lightening of atmosphere here.
Another Pittsburgh band to play on the Saturday were metal/crust punks Wrath Cobra, similar in a lot of ways to Masakari, but a bit more on the metal side. No bad thing. My main concern with wrath cobra was that they proved to be better than their t-shirts – which were amazing – all in all they really were one of the more impressive bands on the line-up, but…the t-shirt…I didn’t buy it. I couldn’t justify buying merchandise of a band when that merchandise appeals to me more than the actual music!
Tomorrow will be part 3 of me scum fest report, featuring sun burn, brutal scrumpy, parks with no entrances, tequila and poland’s THE FIGHT. Till then, enjoy yourself: