Remember Crass records/ where all the text was printed/ like this?/ and the sleeves opened out and / out until they nearly filled the room/ and the stencil writing and/ slogans and/ photomontages/ DO YOU?
Crass stir memories of impotent rage. I was at their last gig, Aberdare, miners’ benefit, July 7th 1984. One of my college teachers was a sixties counter culture/ situationist survivor, and he gently led me to realise that this anarchy stuff was nothing new, and that these were actually old school hippie communards.
I wonder, if I had listened to different records back then, if I would still be a pacifist, atheist vegetarian?