Nanker Phelge
Leave the gun. Take the cannoli.
They sound like New Model Army and The Levellers in that letterman clip.
Cunts on a rope!
Cunts on a rope!
Care to expand?something to do with being a cunt more like
By pmCare to expand?
I wasn't sure about that as there's some public arguing on FB...ohh they've split up tho
i think it is just a little falling out they are still playing shows it will all get sorted out.eh? what, now? That's going to piss my mate off - he was due to put them on in preston and it'd likely be the only gig this year that he made money on...
Is it because he's a massive dick?this thread has lasted a while.
Fat White Family founding member Saul Adamczewski to leave the band
I don't knowIs it because he's a massive dick?
"An insider has told far our magazine"???this thread has lasted a while.
Fat White Family founding member Saul Adamczewski to leave the band
Is it because he's a massive dick?
I've read the start and end of this thread twice now, not much of the middle, and I still don't know what to conclude. Either I've missed some twist where all the unpleasant stuff at the beginning turned out to be made up, or it seems that if you like them then you just turn a blind eye to all of that. Is that right?
Tonight Fat White Family remind us that rock ‘n’ rock just about still exists – as a concept, a lifestyle, an anti-authoritarian philosophy. It’s easy to feel that the marketing men who have sucked the blood out of NME and replaced the ancient pagan fuckfests of olde England with Jo Whiley spaffing over some stage school dobber live on the red button have indeed won the war. Clearly rock music is in its dying days as we slip into a cycle of repeated ideas with diminishing returns, but the pulse-beat is nevertheless still there beneath Fat White’s translucent skin.
One arrives at a gig like this with preconceptions and doubts. Because, yes, I’ve seen Black Sabbath. Hell, I’ve drunk Ozzy’s wine, smoked his tabs and shot his guns. I’ve witnessed Iggy in full flight, watched The Fall at close quarters, seen LA with Jane’s Addiction. I’ve danced to Fugazi in DC. I namedrop these only because Fat White Family match all of the above. They are just as dangerous, just as heavy. Often I pity the teenagers of today, forever having to listen to old bores bang on about these greats; not tonight though. Tonight young bucks and old gig-goers are united by a sense they are seeing something unnerving and rare.
The violent death of rock music by Ben Myers / In Depth // Drowned In SoundA fifty year old friend – a soundman who spends half of every year on tour and is friend of many a fried psychonaut – admits to being “scared and confused.” He says that were the venue seated, he would have ripped them up and thrown them stagewards, just like the outraged fans who watched Bill Haley in Rock Around The Clock back in 1956. He reckons the Fat Whites are “definitely a bunch of cunts” and he hasn’t felt this threatened at a gig in a long time. Who wouldn’t want to see a band described this way?
They played here at the weekend, refused to go on without a bottle of tequila, then shorted the electrics on stage by throwing beer around. Rock & Roll.