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A Kombat Blog! Huffing! and Puffing! trying to blow the house down! Spitting in the face of these badlands! Preaching to the converted? Converting the preached to? A challenge to the intellect? or Intellectually challenged? Totally Random! Creative Chaos! Is it art? music? Politics? or Yarbles!?

What’s in a name? Brooklyn Dogs, well they came from Birmingham for a start, and I first came across them when they followed The Quire Boys around on tour in a beat up old Ford something car. Nice blokes from what I remember. They supported the Quire Boys on a couple of occasions, a memorable time being one night in Wolverhampton, when a rather drunk Tyla from The Dogs D’Amour joined them on stage. He was giving it some; with a Jesus Christ/James Dean pose; mic stand behind his back arms wrapped around the stand crucifixion stylee, then he fell over and couldn’t get back up, all the while the Brooklyn Dogs trashed out their Heartbreakers, New York Dolls licks, leaving Tyla thrashing about on the floor, classic. Or maybe you had to be there. Anyway here’s their two track demo from 1988, a no nonsense glam punk rock racket. There should have been a live set from The Marquee, but somehow it has mysteriously disappeared from my tape, if it was ever there, but I’m sure it was, I digresss, no I don’t got nuffin much left to say, mmm!……..I wonder what ever happened to those Birmingham Cats?










HIGH STREET
I took a walk and what did I see
Miles and miles of misery.
Down in the town they offer heaven
For all your pounds.
Get back home open up the bag
Then get the feeling you’ve been had.
Just more shit you didn’t need
Consumption feeds their fix for greed.