However, the Daddy of all of those seminal early gigs has to be the two night 'Punk Rock Festival' hosted by Oxford Street's 100 Club. Other gigs to date had paired two or even three of these 'new music' bands, but until the 100 Club event no gig had pretty much gathered together under one roof all of the punk talent as it existed in the Autumn of 1976. There is of course a notable exception, but bear in mind that this event occurred just a few weeks after the trouble flared at Dingwall's.
The line up ran as follows:
Monday 20th September
Sex Pistols
The Clash
Siouxsie (billed as Suzie) and the Banshees
Subway Sect
Tuesday 21st September
The Damned
Buzzcocks
Chris Spedding & The Vibrators
Stinky Toys
At the 50th anniversary gig a couple of weeks ago, during the John McKay's Reactor set, Jen (the JMR singer) asked whether there was anyone in the audience who had been there back in 1976. A couple of people shouted yes (and it wasn't TV Smith or Marco who shouted... I believe that Gaye was also in the venue... she didn't should either). They were very lucky.
Witnesses to these two legendary nights are few, the venue is small with a capacity of about 400 tops. However, despite the primitive (not to mention bulky) nature of audio recording equipment that was available in the mid-'70s, at least five of the bands on the bill had their sets recorded by members of the audience. The Pistols, The Clash, The Damned, The Banshees and The Vibrators were captured on tape for posterity.
Punk Rock Festival
By far and away the most discordant sounds to be heard during the 100 Club's two day 'Punk Rock' festival last week were the crunch of bone on bone and the clatter of broken glass. Violence, in other words, was the hideous keynote.
Monday's flow of events was interrupted about half-way through when simultaneous brawls broke out on both sides of the stage. Things were quickly brought under control – however and had it stopped there – with the major casualties being a broken table and a score or so of beer mugs - one could have
dismissed the night's least enjoyable spectacle as unfortunate and almost inevitable at an event where lots of kids drink a little too much in a cramped and darkened room. No fun, to be sure, but hardly unique.
Unfortunately, this was not to be, Tuesday bringing with it an even nastier outbreak of violence which resulted in at least three people receiving hospital treatment and a number arrests. A side effect of the two nights' events was that the club's directors have now banned groups like the Pistols from ever
playing the 100 again, therefore reducing the number of central London venues available by some hundred percent.
A great pity, right? But then who can blame them really – like attracts like and the chances of such incidents ultimately resulting in a fatality must have been a major factor in the club's decision. Result? Everybody loses club, bands, and audiences.
So, who's to blame and, even more important, how can such unpleasant events be avoided in future?
Considering that their set on Monday night was exemplary in its professionalism, it, seems almost unfair to lay most of the blame at the Pistols' door. Unfortunately, it happens to be true that most of the band's current notoriety stems directly from their image as young villains, something their PR has exploited to the hilt (consider only the staged punch-up photo which appeared on the cover of 'Melody
Maker' a few weeks back). Almost inevitable therefore that they should attract all manner of fringe psychopathics and that this idiot minority (like those people who've made insecurity an integral part of the live reggae scene) should screw things up for everybody.
What it boils down to is this: it's all very well to preach the causes of nihilism and anarchy and wear armbands -marked 'chaos' as long as all it is is the latest fad. Trouble with 'anarchy' though is it's no hula hoop – it hits back. I'm sure John Rotten no more relishes the thought of having his head split open at his next gig than I do. But the terrifying truth of it is that right now it's a highly likely probability for both of us.
My apologies therefore to all the people who played good rock 'n' roll those two nights (and I'd include the Pistols alongside Chris Spedding, The Vibrators, Damned and Clash) but the truth of the matter is I just don't feel up to reporting it. Because all I can think about is a girl with an eyeful of broken glass. A tragedy is what it Is, a fucking tragedy.
Christ knows if it'll help by saying this but I'm sure the pressure would cool considerably (and remember - the bands are in as much danger as those people on the floor) if the aura of aimless violence surrounding the Pistols and, their followers were eased out. Maybe they could concentrate their energies on something constructive – like fucking or destroying the BBC, for example. Because if all the indignation about the mess the world's in only results in some poor chick getting her eye chopped up then count me out, I just don't want to know any more.
And I know I'm not the only one. - GIOVANNI DADOMO.·
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