UK fanzines 1980 – Fanzine Hemorrhage

I’ve noticed a trend over the course of the past few months with small-press books or collections I’ve purchased on Amazon. The final page will say “Made in the USA, Las Vegas NV” and then provide the date it was printed. In every case, this is the date I ordered it. It happened with a paperback of Charles Willeford’s Pick-Up, which was riddled with spelling errors. It happened with a book by Patrick Cooper about Elaine May’s 1976 film Mikey and Nicky, which I have yet to read. And it happened with this fanzine reprint of Pissed + Broke #4, put out in Bournemouth, England by Jon Lange in Spring 1980.

I get what’s going on here now. This must be Amazon’s print-on-demand offering “Kindle Direct Publishing”, and there’s a lot to recommend it. This could be how the Fanzine Hemorrhage book or my novel I haven’t written eventually sees the light of day, you know what I mean? And at least there’s no spelling errors in Pissed + Broke #4 beyond what young Lange bobbled himself in the original edition. There’s a sort of a modern “wrapper” around this one in which Lange explains his thinking and offers apologies for same, both in an introduction and in an appendix with endnotes. Chris D. did this in his Writing For Slash book as well. There’s not much reason for apologies; much of the endnotes is devoted to dissecting his interview with Adam Ant of the Dirk Wears White Sox-era Adam and the Ants, mostly to pile on Adam, who’d become one of the biggest stars in the UK about a year after this.

He talks to Gene October of Chelsea, another guy I’ve always reckoned to be a blithering idiot and a quote-unquote “bad person” after reading about his behavior toward the Black Flag guys on their UK tour in this Rollins essay. (I’m not sure if this Rollins follow-up tale is actually true, but I hope it is). Lange was also a massive Crass fan, and goes deep on Stations of the Crass. It was just after this time that I started buying my first issues of the UK music papers and Crass were a major topic of conversation, particularly in Sounds. Their confrontational political stance and extreme DIY ethos was highly perplexing and/or fascinating to the powers that be, both institutionally and journalistically. I’d say shame about their music, but I’ll listen to a little Crass every now and again.

Anyway, I’m all for unearthing old fanzines and republishing them via Kindle Direct Publishing or whatever it takes to bring them to the people. Lange has got another issue of his 80s fanzine up there as well if you’re interested.

We’re back here at Fanzine Hemorrhage after a several-month break. That break was what enabled us to complete a film-focused fanzine called Film Hemorrhage #1, which has just come out and is available here. Now on with the program.

Music fanzine culture in the early 80s UK was more robust and fertile than anywhere else on the planet, I think it’s fair to say. The Story So Far #4 is highly representative of an excitable and ear-to-the-ground subculture of music freaks there, just allowing an onslaught of underground music to wash over them in 1980 and trying to document as much as possible before it drifts away. This in turn engenders new brain-jolting discoveries from the 1960s and 1970s, a particular new obsession of this fanzine, which has tribute pieces on The Raspberries and The Trashmen.

The editors were “Tim” and “Marts”, and according to the masthead, Nikki Sudden is a contributor in here somewhere. “This issue is full of yanks, which is unintentional but just turned out that way”, says one of them. If only they knew just how problematic that would sometimes feel for certain anglophilic American publications who went the other way. Key among the yanks in The Story So Far #4 are cover stars The Cramps, who really took hold of England during the early 80s and who were actually introduced to me back by English publications that I was buying in the USA (as well as by college radio). Even in 1980 we’ve got an ad in here for Lindsay Hutton’s Cramps fan club, as well as a Cramps interview and original photos from recent gigs. Lux is highly complementary of The Barracudas, a band highly visible in UK fanzines at the time but who don’t seem to me to be particularly well-remembered now.

I’m a little baffled by the letter to the editor from Vermilion Sands, a woman who became one of my retroactive 70s punk rock crushes once I saw her photo in Hardcore California a couple years after this. She’s at this point a former San Francisco punk and Search and Destroy contributor now based in England, making what sounds like some abysmal biker rock. It sounds as though she’s encouraging bands to sell out and join a major label, but she could just as well be arguing the exact opposite in her clipped, elliptical, punk rock-inspired typing. I’m really unsure, but it merited a full page in The Story So Far #4. In other news, Joan Jett has just released her first solo record and talks a bunch about the LA glitter and Rodney’s English Disco scene; Tim gives a full-page rave to the new Mo-Dettes album, and Marts tries to do the same for some new Generation X piece of vinyl, clearly his favorite bands two years ago but you can just tell the guy’s heart isn’t in it any longer.

I wonder what became of Tim and Marts seven years later. Were they nodding off at Spacemen 3 gigs? Were they pigfuckers deeply into Big Black, Killdozer and the Butthole Surfers? Did they go through an intense “jangle” interlude? Fellas, write us here at Fanzine Hemorrhage as we’d love to get to understand the cut of your 1980s jib!