Modernise is doing a lot of work in that sentence. It means knock through, it […]
I Tried to Explain Punk to My Nephew and Accidentally Gave Him a Better Music Education Than School Ever Did
Turns out an eleven-year-old with a phone and genuine curiosity is a more receptive audience […]
The Council Finally Fixed the Streetlight Outside My Flat. It Only Took Four Years and One Extremely Petty Letter-Writing Campaign.
Small victories still count. This one took considerably longer than it reasonably should have. The […]
I Went to a Genuinely Terrible Open Mic Night and Came Home Feeling Better About Music Than I Have in Months
Nobody there was good. Everybody there was trying. Turns out that’s exactly the tonic I […]
The Damp Patch Has Been Living Rent-Free Longer Than Any of Us
The laugh and the lie down happen within four seconds of each other and no […]
Survived, Said the Ceiling, and That Is the Highest Compliment London Offers
The heckling and the buying rounds happen within the same twenty minutes and no grudges […]
The Jacket Needs a Wash and I Am Not Going to Wash It
Bins as metaphor bins as tragedy bins as the last honest form of local democracy […]
Forty-One People and a Fox Who Has Heard Better Jokes
The joke and the reality wear the same coat and you cannot tell which one […]
The Mystery Cover Reveal and the Nine Words That Broke the Group Chat
Reaction emoji velocity is how we measure success round here and it is a valid […]
Someone Asked Me What Punk Actually Means Anymore and I Didn’t Have a Good Answer
A journalist’s simple question freezes a decade of screaming into a microphone into an unexpected […]
The Amp Died Mid-Set and Somehow That Was the Best Part
A Tuesday night gear failure turns into proof that a room can carry a band […]
My Landlord Came to the Gig and I Still Don’t Know How to Feel About It
The man with the power to raise the rent stood at the back of a […]
We Got Offered a Real Gig and I Nearly Said No Out of Pure Spite
A proper support slot arrives and an old instinct to refuse success out of principle […]
The Support Slot Happened and I Cried In the Green Room, Which Nobody Warned Me About
Ten years of basements meet one nicer room, and the validation lands harder than expected […]
Three Chords, a Dead Amp and the Best Local Election Coverage I’ve Read All Year
Siobhan O’Donnell on rehearsal room disasters, a broken bass cab, and why the satire desks […]
Three Chords, a Broken Amp, and a Tuesday in Camden
Siobhan O’Donnell’s diary on rehearsal room politics and the state of the nation Woke up […]
Burnham Housing Speech Outlasts My Entire Set
A punk diary entry on London’s newest monument to talking about bricks Tuesday night, three […]
Yellow Paint Is Now Our Transport Policy
The punk diary considers London’s boldest infrastructure decision since the bus lane Someone at City […]
The Lords Have Moved to a Caravan Park and Nobody Told Me
A punk diary on the strangest relocation in modern British governance I want to be […]
India’s Cockroach Party Marches and I Take Notes
A punk diary look at protest theatre done properly, for once Every so often a […]
France Bans the Internet Until Everyone Behaves
A punk diary on the continent’s boldest parenting strategy yet France has apparently decided the […]
Sofa Bruises and Second Choruses: A London Punk Diary
Small venues, satire that lands too close to true, and a bridge nobody agrees on […]
Cables, Chorus Takes and a Song That Runs Too Long
A recording day disaster, a scene that will not fill its rooms, and the satire […]
A Rained Out Rehearsal That Solved Itself
How stripping a bridge back to nothing fixed two weeks of arguing, and what the […]
A Benefit Gig, a Full Bucket and a Bigger Worry Underneath
Playing to save a venue for a night, and wondering what it means that we […]
The Album Title Argument That Ruined My Sunday
A guitarist’s midnight decision, a week of avoidance, and what satire taught me about patience […]
Three Chords and a Council Tax Bill: Another Week Surviving London on Attitude Alone
Siobhan O’Donnell’s diary on gigging, skint living, and why the news keeps giving her material […]
Diary Of A Skint Punk: Chess Nerds Stole My Square
Trafalgar Square used to be for shouting at pigeons and now it’s full of people […]
Diary Of A Skint Punk: The Bassline Reached Camden And So Did The Complaints
BST Hyde Park finished at half ten and my neighbour still had opinions about it […]
Diary Of A Skint Punk: I Queued Eleven Hours For Strawberries I Didn’t Even Get
My mate won the Wimbledon ballot and I spent the whole day as unpaid moral […]
Diary Of A Skint Punk: I Accidentally Toured Buckingham Palace And Enjoyed It
I went in fully prepared to be sarcastic about the monarchy and came out having […]
Diary Of A Skint Punk: My Landlord Mentioned ULEZ Like It Was My Fault Personally
A rent conversation somehow turned into a twenty minute lecture about emissions zones and I […]