
No introductions or grand narratives needed for 999, one of Britains great punk bands. This recording is a short, sharp and sweet set of songs pilfered from a torrent site, with respect to the original uploader, and posted here for your enjoyment!
A Kombat Blog! Huffing! and Puffing! trying to blow the house down! Spitting in the face of these badlands! Raging against the dying of the light! 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!?
They only tell us what they want us to know.....An Anti Austerity Demo gathered outside the BBC headquarters in London the other weekend, ...




Another bunch of 'punks' that were never really given the credit they deserved by their peers, surprising when you think that their drummer Pablo LaBrittain went to school with Joe Strummer and was the first Clash drummer, until he fell out with Bernie Rhodes, and Tony James (Generation X) was briefly 999's bass player. Shows that the 'original punk scene' was really an elitist clique of faces that fitted the clothes. Never mind 'cos the punters loved them and their catchy sing a long anthems. They released a string of killer singles, their albums were sometimes a bit patchy, but all in all a great fucking band who are still playing occasionally today. This recording captures them at The Nashville in 1979, it's Just a click away: http://www.sendspace.com/file/2buwic
“Trust, faith, good, bad...non of it matters. All you ever do is what you have to do. Follow your desires, fulfil your needs, escape from pain. That's all there is to it.” - Kevin Brooks.
"Things you use; things you possess, and are possessed by; things you build with - bricks, words. You build houses with them, and towns, and causeways. But the buildings fall, the causeways cannot go all the way. There is an abyss, a gap, a last step to be taken." - Ursula Le Guin.
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.