This third album from Slaves, Kent’s number one punk outfit, is a full frontal dose of sass and attitude. As we have come to expect.
Attitude? Tick. Swagger? Tick. No frills? Tick. Songs about everyday life? Tick. Lo-fi? Tick. Yep, it’s punk rock. Although punk with a twenty first century twist.
Chwarae teg, they don’t half make a racket for two guys with drums and some guitars.
They first grabbed our attention when we caught them live. Boy do they put on a show and a half. Does that translate onto disc? Well, sometimes. Old numbers like the Hunter have blown us away with their raw power.
For this album they have tried to progress with their sound, taking it into new territory. Now we would normally be the last to complain about that sort of thing, but there is a limit to how sophisticated you can get with just guitar and drums. These more melancholy moments don’t work for us – at least not on the first half dozen listens. Maybe they will grow on us with time.
It’s not all bad news though. Tunes like ‘Bugs’, ‘Chokehold’ and ‘Artificial Intelligence’ show glimpses of that old sonic attack and we remember why we liked them in the first place.
No doubt if we persevere with it we will grow to love it. But life is too short, too many other good albums out there for us to wrap around our lives.
We will still be making a beeline for their next live gigs in the ‘hood though.
Dead at 27 drop ten new tracks to (hopefully) prove that you don’t have to be dead to be appreciated.
Eighty years to the day since the legendary bluesman Robert Johnson shuffled off his mortal coil, and thus claiming his place as the first member of the ‘Dead at 27 club’, this upcoming South Wales alt-metal outfit release their first album on all good streaming platforms. Ask them nicely and you might be able to get hold of a limited copy on one of those ye olde compact discs.
In their two short years of gigging they have earned themselves a reputation with crowds, sound engineers and pub landlords alike as being loud enough to wake the dead. And this reputation is cemented with this release. Although it is not loud for the sake of it. It is tight, crisp, precision loudness, with volume used as another tool in the kit. Continue reading DEAD AT 27: Bring in the lights (Self Released August 2018)→
Festival season is now at that head spinning mind numbing stage where there are just too many gigs to be able to go to with one body.
With this show we will try to make sense of some of what is coming up, with Landed (again), Griffstock, Not the End of the World, Beautiful Days, Green Man and more. All mixed up with our usual selection of new releases.
Buckle up brothers and sisters, we’re not in Kansas anymore.
August, the month when the festival season gets up a full head of steam and slams into top gear. We have already done our Green Gathering Special, so this week expect lots of tunes from and talk about the mighty Landed festival in Rhayader.
Peppermint Iguana are squeezing in an extra show on Tuesday 24th July, a Green Gathering Special with our man Tom Fowler dropping in a guest host.
Tom will be spinning some of his recent sonic discoveries – and he will be picking out his recommendations for the best of the line-up of the Green Gathering. No doubt, we will also be chatting about the campaigns area.
With Once Upon a Time in the West Festival around the corner, we thought it would be rude to not dedicate a significant slice of our most recent show to bands playing the event. So we did.
We also sung happy birthday to the NHS, told The Donald what we thought of him and had our own mini sonic world cup thing going on.
We were going head to head with England v Columbia, so one or two of you may have missed the show going out live. Fear not, the whole thing, mono-warts and all (we lost one of the channels for a bit at the start of the show), is here for you to listen to again below.
Regime, one of the hottest bands in Wales, drop into one of the newest live venues in the valleys. The hills were alive with the sound of anticipation and expectation.
The Cwmcarn Hotel has been around for years, but in the last twelve months it has been taken over by new owners who are looking to create something more interesting than your typical valleys pub with covers bands, tribute acts and karaoke. If they are going to book bands like Regime, the signs bode well.
A celebrated multi genre singer songwriter that has toured extensively across the UK, Europe, USA & China had his music featured on UK & US television is the owner & founder of chocolate fireguard records with a fierce loyalty to the West Yorkshire Music scene.
An activist / campaigner within both the Hands off HRI & The Love Music Hate Racism Movements…The man truly is a creative behemoth.
You can’t keep a good man down. Or a bad one for that matter. After six weeks off air, we returned to the airways on 1st May, with our first show from the brand new Dapper FM studio, to prove that we will indeed keep on keeping on.
Listen to the show again below innit.
Keep on keeping on: BY THE REDSKINS
Evil Spirits: BY THE DAMNED
Talking and singing: BY GRANT PHABAO AFROFUNK ARKESTRA
Buru Saturday: BY DUBMATIX
Black Heaven: BY EARTHLESS
Cougar rock by ZEKE
A warning dub: BY THEIVERY CORPORATION
Mad World: BY KING TUTS REVENGE
Bar stool preacher: BY THE BAR STOOL PREACHERS
Just begun: BY LEGO EDIT
Keep it clean BBC session: BY THE VIBRATORS (PEEL SESSION JUNE 77)
West one shine on me: BY THE RUTS
Octane twisted: BY PORCUPINE TREE
Subject to status: BY PITCHSHIFTER
Live life love demo: BY LAST TREE SQUAD
Boombassa: BY SUBGIANT
The windrush: BY CAPTAIN SKA
Bloodstains: BY AGENT ORANGE
Brain in a jar: BY CHINA SHOP BULL
Come as you are: BY NIRVANA
The man that never was: BY RICK SPRINGFIELD AND DAVE GROHL
Our next show will be a Merthyr Rising Festival special, and we will be joined in the studio by Lyn Williams, director of the festival, and Peter Crews from UNISON, major partners of the event.
Expect a play list chock a block full of bands playing Merthyr Rising, the festival celebrating the workers uprising of 1831, at which the red flag was flown as a sign of protest the first time anywhere in the world.
So you can expect the likes of Dreadzone, Ruts DC, Regime, Roughneck Riot, Captain Ska, The Blockheads, Parkview, The Alarm and much more.
Following on from the success of our folk disco, Peppermint Iguana once again are teaming up with the Green Gathering Campaigns crew for another gig featuring the best of the UK underground. On Saturday 14th April we present Spanner, Last Tree Squad and Taffy Twp – all in Newport’s top venue, Le Pub.
The gig will be a benefit for the anti-spycops campaign, which seeks justice for those that have been spied upon by the state for daring to question the power of the establishment.
Spanner are a long standing much respected anarcho-ska-punk outfit from Bristle, known as much for their political activity as their music. They are anything but angry shouty blokes though. Their uplifting ska chops blend seamlessly with high octane punk energy that have been picking up audiences and throwing them around dancehalls, squats and festivals for almost two decades now.
Much loved by the South Wales activist community Spanner are guaranteed to leave a trail of sweaty, exhausted, smiling punks in their wake.
LAST TREE SQUAD
The night will be the first appearance in Newport for Hereford’s Last Tree Squad. This seven piece collective have a love for all things dubby, mixing hip hop, reggae, raga, ska, jungle and dancehall.
Frontman Lofty, will be no stranger to long time Iguana watchers, having previously been part of the amazing Dubmerge and for a while was part of the backing band for West Wales’ dub diva Molara.
Whilst this will be their first visit to Newport, we are confident that their infectious brand of dance music will leave everyone wanting them back in the future.
Taffy Twp will be no stranger to many of you. His one man riot-folk-punk set will be his way of celebrating his 33+1/3 birthday. Come along and smile and punch the air with him to help him get the gig off to a flying start.
LE PUB, NEWPORT
Le Pub is a venue like no other in South Wales. It is a community owned venue that seeks to promote art, music, food and ideas. Their ethos is so right on it has inspired us to get back into gig promotion for this first time in over a decade. Come along and find out what all the fuss is about.
As the snows around South Wales slowly thaw, news comes in that Surplus Festival is being put on ice for 2018.
A statement from the organisers said:
“As some of you know, Surplus Festival has lost it’s site. We’ve been trying our best to find a suitable alternative but unfortunately we haven’t been successful. With the time constraints and some other issues we’ve had to make the difficult decision to put things on hold”.Continue reading SURPLUS FESTIVAL NOT ‘APPENIN’ IN 2018→
Captain Paranoid has branched out into the world of radio. And he is making a damn fine job of it.
Here is his second ‘Mind Your Head Radio Show’, broadcast live and direct from his cottage in the woods on the fringes of the South Wales Valleys. Its dirty, its sexy, its funky. If you like Peppermint Iguana radio – you will like this.
You can keep up to speed with his live broadcasts and stuff by going to his Facebook Page
Got into a chat about possibly the most famous gig ever to have taken place in Aberdare this week, so I thought I would use this as an excuse to blog about my memories of that infamous gig.
It was a benefit for the National Union of Mineworkers, who were at the time a few months into the soon to become historic year long strike against pit closures. The headline band was the legendary Crass.
It was to be a gig that would go down in punk folklore. Indeed it was a night I would never forget, but not for the reasons you might imagine.
So let’s go back to 11th July 1984
I went up with my mate Mike, who just happened to be a striking miner, all be it from a different valley, and his lady at the time, Sandra. Sandra drove.
We arrived nice and early because there were several bands on the bill we wanted to see – Flux of Pink Indians and Annie Anxiety. Tickets were a snip at two quid and the doors opened at 6pm.
We handed over our treasured tickets and looked around the Colosseum.
“Where’s the bar?” enquired Mike.
“There is no bar”, replied the NUM dude on the door doing his impression of a masonry toilet.
Mike and I exchanged glances, no words were needed. Pub. We wanted to see Annie Anxiety, but with a drink in our hands. So if that was not possible, a retreat to the nearest hostelry was in order.
A swift half pint soon turned into a swift half gallon. Ish.
We figured that Crass and the Flux would do the maximum of an hour set each, so calculating backwards from the time all civilised gigs end, 11pm, if we got back to the gig by 9pm we would catch the main event.
Of course this calculation was based on the fact that the hundreds of gigs we had previously been to were all in venues with a bar, and those days stop tap was 11pm – so 11pm was when the gig would finish.
But this venue did not have a bar. Our calculations for when the gig would finish were therefore based on a false assumption.
“What do you mean the gig is over?” Says a genuinely disbelieving Mike when we arrived at our pre-planned 9pm.
“I mean it’s fucking over, what did you think I meant?” asks the genuinely disbelieving brick shit house.
We then go through a conversation that started off with a demand that the band comes back on, quickly downgraded to a demand for money to be returned, then a bizarre debate about it being a gig for striking miners and Mike pointing out that he was a striking miner. I think he wanted more than just his two quid back.
It has to be said about Mike, he was not scared of anyone and more often than not, he did not need to be. There were occasions though when, actually, perhaps he should have been scared. This was one such occasion. He wasn’t though. Luckily for him I am a lover not a fighter and managed to calm the situation down and we headed back home, light of the two quid ticket money – this was 1984, you could get pissed on two quid back then. But unlike all the punks that had gone to the gig, we were lubricated. Compensation of sorts.
We returned to Blackwood the same united unit that had left a few short hours previously. Unlike Crass. They split up in the van in the way home. Karma is a bitch.
A few weeks later I spotted the aforementioned man mountain that had been on the door that night knocking out a police horse with one punch on a picket line. Mike was lucky to have a lover like me as a friend.