Olive the Jerk 2

Last batch of the year with three Aussie combos (Yeap ! Again ! Who can deny they currently get the pot ?), a French band and a Belgium one. Hope you enjoy your 2020 year, no doubt 2021 will be another shitty one ! Hopefully, a few important things still remain : family, friends, derision and self-mocking, beers and our so beloved music : punk and rock’n’roll will indeed keep on going to give us the perfect soundtrack till the end (ours or whichever one). Well, see you soon and Happy New Year anyway ! Vous avez aimé 2020 et sa crise sanitaire ? Et bien, aucune raison que 2021 ne soit aussi merdique! Alors, on se raccroche, comme on peut, à tous ces petits instants de bonheur que la vie veut bien nous apporter : la famille, les copains, l'humour et l'auto-dérision, la bière, et cet amour immodéré pour notre musique, le punk et le rock'n'roll, qui fournira la bande-son idéale jusqu’à la fin - la notre, ou peu importe laquelle. Dernières chroniques de l’année,...

Time to wake up, Sir ! It had become kind of an accurate routine at dawn  : once again, the two laughting bobbies patroling Russel Square were cleaning up the park from its summer sleepy tramps. The daily erasing operation of all the marks of misery, ugliness and decline nesting at night in the London’s bourgeois districts...  Sleeping outside ? I wasn’t broke that much, the choice was much more made for some dumb personal reasons : the desire to feel the heart of the city and the thrill of the urban night-life, the wish to track the few remaining ashes of the No Future years, the urge to avoid my British landlady - a Barbara Cartland ’s clone -, which far-away house was grossly trickling with pink carpets, wallpapers and sofa, a freaking pink everywhere but in her paranoid head - and finally, maybe a misplaced need to face the have-nots’ hard life and find a less trivial explanation of the harsh social reality of our modern societies than the binary one offered b...