In planning for nearly a year, this week the tour that Steve Ignorant is calling “The Last Supper” kicks off with two dates in the UK – Bristol O2 Academy on Friday 24th and Birmingham O2 Academy on Saturday 25th.
The tour is subtitled “Crass Songs 1977-1984″ and Steve says it represents the last time he will play these songs on stage with a band. (Presumably he is not ruling out a pub tour in his twilight years, accompanied only by a ukulele.)
The tour is an important celebration of a band who are often overlooked in the media’s misty-eyed remembrances of punk. Steve explains his own reasons for doing the tour in an interview with Manchester’s Under The Pavement radio programme.
Also featured on the programme is an interview with Peter Jones from Paranoid Visions, who will be supporting on the Manchester gig on 1st October. The tour then moves on to Edinburgh on Saturday 2nd October. A full list of gigs is below.
The Last Supper 2010
Fri 24 Sep UK Bristol – O2 Academy
Sat 25 Sep UK Birmingham – O2 Academy
Fri 01 Oct UK Manchester – Academy
Sat 02 Oct UK Edinburgh – Liquid Room
Fri 15 Oct NL Amsterdam – Melkweg
Sat 16 Oct DE Köln/Cologne – Underground
Sun 17 Oct DE Frankfurt – Exzess
Tue 19 Oct DE München/Munich – Feierwerk
Wed 20 Oct DE Berlin – Festsaal
Thu 21 Oct PL Lodz – Dekompresja
Fri 22 Oct DE Hamburg – Hafenklang
Sat 23 Oct DK Copenhagen – Loppen
Sun 24 Oct NL Groningen – Vera
Sat 20 Nov FI Tampere – Klubi
Sun 21 Nov FI Helsinki – Nosturi
Fri 26 Nov IE Dublin – Village
Sat 27 Nov NI Belfast – Empire
Having graced the stage of the inaugural Offset Festival back in 2008, the organisers decided it was probably time they invited Chrome Hoof back, this time to the main stage. Yesterday saw the 22 legged disco-prog space travellers set down their cosmic spacecraft in the woodlands of Hainault to show each and every other band how to really put on a show. Ripping through tracks off their latest and greatest album Crush Depth, including a storming “Crystalline” and an inhumanly heavy “Third Sun Descendant”, they inspired many people down the front to throw some frankly bizarre shapes while people at the back were hypnotised by the shapes being thrown by shamanic front woman Lola. Ending with the always stunning “Tonyte”, on Sunday the hipsters of Hainault had no idea what just hit them.
In which our guest blogger, Little Annie, regales us with tales from her unpublished biography. In this chapter, the little lady from New York travels far far away across the ocean to take up residence with a gang of British anarchist hippie punks called Crass. They call her “Annie Anxiety”.
TEETERING DOWN the single file country ‘road’ that snaked its way to Crass’ Epping Forest home in my faux Frederick’s of Hollywood stilettos and dragging my equally glitzy chi-chi drag behind me, I may not have been the quintessential ugly American, but I was definitely the quintessential inappropriately dressed one. As the country lane turned into a path through a mud-slicked cow yard, I couldn’t help but wonder where this incredibly hip-and-happening second English Explosion Jammy Wonderland that all the knuckleheads back in New York were always yapping about was. Just as I was figuring that I was the butt of a very expensive and complicated episode of Candid Camera, the smoky-eyed, Jean Seberg-cropped Crass vocalist, Eve Libertine, drove up and rescued my quintessential daft ass. As we pulled up to the sixteenth-century former labourer’s cottage in Eve’s old blue Mini, its soft beauty knocked me out. Some members of Crass had found this once uninhabitable wreck many years ago, seen its potential and rented it from the farmer, who thought they were crazy, hence the ridiculously affordable rent. Hard work had turned this crumbling structure into a House and Garden – worthy Zen dream, and one that was more or less obscured by beautiful lush vegetation. Inside was equally impressive, immaculately clean and lovingly handcrafted. It was paradise, except for one little thing – it was in the country.
I had believed from the conversations with Steve (Ignorant) I had back in New York that they all lived in some sort of English version of the projects. In one of his letters, he had spoken of everyone sitting around in the garden. I just assumed he had meant a vacant lot or basketball court. I mean this was rural with a capital W, and I’m just not down with the country groove. It scares the hell outta me. Country life is all about the natural order: the cyclical process of growth and decay, sowing and harvest, waxing and waning. Children raised in rural areas grow with a firm comprehension of birth and death. City children have no such acceptance. We beat death by aspiring toward immortality by becoming drug addicts, boxers and movie stars. Continue reading →