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Tuesday, 14 May 2013

Rip Up The Sun (Hillsborough Justice Music Video)



Following on from excellent articles written by some from Red Brethren from the other end of the East Lancs Road, (Annie Eves, Hillsborough, a Mancs view;-  http://the-end-fanzine.blogspot.co.uk/2013/04/hillsborough-mancs-view-by-annie-eaves.html      and  a brilliant article written by J Stand, from The MUFC web site A fine lung   http://the-end-fanzine.blogspot.co.uk/2012/07/man-utd-fan-talks-sense-shocker.html http://the-end-fanzine.blogspot.co.uk/2012/07/man-utd-fan-talks-sense-shocker.html here is a song From Salford Band , "Class Actions" entitled Rip Up The Sun. They have released a compilation free download entitled ‘RIP up the Sun, R.I.P. the victims’, in order to raise awareness of the Hillsborough disaster of April 1989, and the subsequent campaign for justice.
The download includes a mixture of music and poetry from football fans of different teams worldwide in order to show solidarity with the victims and their families, which is far more important than any football team rivalry.
Class Actions’ signature tune ‘RIP Up the Sun’ is included, which features a youtube video shot around Liverpool, consisting of Liverpudlians literally ripping up the Sun and samples of Derek Coleman (a lifelong Liverpool fan). Last year the video made several national publications.
http://www.youtube.com/user/classactionsuk

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Friday, 19 April 2013

Hillsborough- A Mancs view- By Annie Eaves


Hillsborough – A Mancs View.

By Annie Eaves

I’m a United supporter. I’m from Manchester, well Salford to be precise.

I don’t like Liverpool. That’s the plan isn’t it? The script we all adhere to. Something only people from one of the two cities could understand. Our city is better than yours, yes you have the river and easy access to a beach but we’re Manchester. We started the industrial revolution, we invented the computer, we split the first atom. You played a major part in the slave trade.

I don’t like scousers. That’s the norm isn’t it? I prefer Mancunians. Scousers don’t like me. Scousers don’t like Mancs. All very well and good, except it’s rubbish. I do like most Scousers, indeed the ratio between my like of individual Scousers and Mancs is no doubt exact. I’m not going to stereotype Scousers as being salt-of-the-earth or having wit. They’re people, all individuals, all like you and me in their own ways.

When I was younger I’d hear conversations in pubs and offices and take part in them. Surely they knew they were killing their own fans? Surely they knew they were going in the wrong section? Surely some of the fans were to blame? I’m not ashamed of having those thoughts, it’s natural. It’s a natural question to ask of such a situation. I ask questions of many situations and my queries were not to be confused with insults. I kept them to myself mostly but read a bit. Here and there. I read more each year and each year I feel more closely connected to what happened in Sheffield. I feel more informed.

Perhaps it’s because I’m now a parent. Perhaps it’s because I’m older. I’m not sure why but each year with the more articles, diaries, first hand accounts I read, I feel more emotionally connected. This makes me more likely to talk to others about it. My mother who has buggered off to Spain for her 60′s came to stay yesterday and last night we sat and talked about Hillsborough. How when I was a youngster aged nine she was trying to explain to me what had happened, she knew little herself as the coverage had been so confused, she didn’t know what to say. She just told me that evening she was washing the dishes and realised that there would be many mothers who had seen their excited sons off to football that morning, like she had done many times herself, who would never see them again. She said she had cried and felt angry, she still gets upset now.

These genuine emotions make the behaivour of some football fans sickening.

Ignorant, insulting, and bizarre.

Last week against Fulham, during the barracking of Danny Murphy which I whole heartedly joined in with, I heard a man behind me shout ’96 was not enough’. Well I say shout, he more murmored it. I expect he knew that anything louder would result in him being shouted down, or worse/better. I believe I was the only one to hear, I was filled with rage. To be fair, I’m easily filled with rage. I wasn’t sure how to react and in my time thinking, the moment had passed. The ball had moved on and those who hadn’t noticed originally were not going to notice now.

I needed to let him know though. All I could do was simply turn and stare at him. He and I knew why I was giving him the Eaves stare. It was enough, if anything ever could be, to let him know this wasn’t on. In these moments you want to transport yourself and the idiot to a quiet country pub and drink and explain. Explain to the idiot why what he said is ridiculous, read the idiot the first hand accounts that never fail to bring tears to my eyes. Tell the idiot about the young man who cannot forget the feeling of crushing ribs under his feet. The young man who couldn’t remove his elbow from crushing someone’s windpipe before it was too late.

The Eaves stare is pretty good, but couldn’t convey that.

However these idiots are becoming rarer. I hope it’s because they read a bit. Here and there. I hope that they are not just biting their lip through a fear of being controversial. I hope that they are not just stopping the chants because they feel they should. I hope they have learned and feel the connection all football supporters should with Hillsborough.

Whilst the campaigners may not get the Justice For The 96 that they so desperately crave, their efforts are rewarded. This year many people will have read the first hand accounts through links on Twitter, Facebook, the rest. They’ll have read articles in papers. I have no doubt that somewhere today there’s an individual who had questions and now feels they are answered. An idiot will have been turned.

Somewhere today someone will have shed their first tear for Hillsborough, they won’t forget it. I don’t forget mine.

To read more from Annie Eaves follow her on Twitter @AnnieEaves

Monday, 15 April 2013

Heroes: April 15 1989



HEROES. April 15th 1989
Peter Hooton was the lead singer of The Farm and also edited influential Liverpool fanzine The End. Here, he salutes the heroes who showed their true colours on a day that changed lives forever.
It started like any other morning. A bright crisp spring morning, the beauty of the Snake Pass in the Peak District was breathtaking, as we travelled to the FA Cup semi-final being held at Hillsborough, Sheffield between Liverpool and Nottingham Forest. Little did we know that the coming day would forever change our lives and the game we loved.
After an uneventful journey, we arrived at the ground at about 2pm as we had done the previous year, at the same venue against the same team. Only this year things were different, outside the Leppings Lane it was absolute chaos.
The year before the police had appeared organised with a cordon checking tickets at the end of the road. This year things seemed to have gone badly wrong, with one or two mounted policemen in the middle of a massed motionless crowd. It was the sight no football fan wanted to see outside a ground: non-existent queues, no obvious police presence and no stewards. I had been in these situations many times before outside the Kop during the 70s prior to all-ticket games, and outside many away grounds - most notably Wolves in 1976 and of course Wembley, especially against Everton in 1986.
I knew the futility of getting into a crowd and trying to get to a turnstile! You panic, you sweat, you struggle to breathe and just as you get to within touching distance of the entrance you are sure to hit by a sway that takes you back to where you started. So I decided to go and get something to eat from a nearby shop and wait for the police to get their act together.
By 2.30pm it became obvious the situation wasn't going to get any better. So I reluctantly entered the crowd. It must be emphasised these were Liverpool fans with tickets, the touts I talked to that day were struggling, business was as they say "on the floor" compared to the same lucrative match the year before. This was not a ticketless crowd trying to bunk in or force the authorities to open the gates, this was a good-humoured crowd who deserved proper organisation, who wanted it, who were demanding it. Alas it was not forthcoming!
After ten to fifteen minutes of movement, invariably sideways and getting no nearer to the turnstiles, I saw fans climbing onto the turnstiles screaming at the police inside the ground to do something. Nothing happened. By 2.55pm, a sway took me to within inches of the turnstile. This was it; I was in, relief, emotion, I could hear the teams coming out onto the pitch, the roar of the crowd, another few agonising steps and I had made it.
Once inside, I was met by a jovial group of policemen, I told them in no uncertain terms that somebody was going to die outside the ground unless they did something quickly. They had to open the gates, I pleaded. I wasn't the only one. Most people, who staggered through the turnstiles due to sheer exhaustion, were also telling the police to get their act together. The common consensus was that they had to do something otherwise there would be a fatality or serious injuries outside the ground.
Either side of the Leppings Lane end were stairs into the side sections (which we now know were nearly empty). The gaping black hole of the Leppings Lane tunnel lead directly into the middle of the already packed terracing. No-one could have imagined the consequences of heading into that tunnel. The simple solution to such congestion would have been for club stewards and/or police to block off the central tunnel and funnel fans to the side sections. I had a ticket for the North stand so I went left but if I had had a ticket for the terraces I would have certainly gone into that tunnel.
Once inside I think I saw Liverpool hit the bar as I certainly know the game had already started before I found my seat. After a couple more minutes, a fan appeared on the pitch. He seemed unsteady on his feet, nobody had the faintest idea of what was happening and then more and more people spilled out onto the pitch.
The referee took the players off. I didn't think trouble, I immediately thought overcrowding. The Leppings Lane had been uncomfortable the year before and was well known in football circles for being a crap end. More and more people started to fill the pitch and Forest fans began to sing "You Scouse bastards" thinking that this was indeed a pitch invasion.
It soon became obvious that something more serious was happening but still the enormity of the tragedy could not have been imagined. After 20 minutes or so, an ambulance appeared at the opposite end of Leppings Lane and drove along the edge of the pitch. Around about the same time the police inexplicably set up a cordon across the halfway line. About 50 or so policemen stood there throughout the duration as the tragedy unfolded, making jovial smalltalk and passing the time of day. Presumably some of these people would have had first-aid skills but were under orders to stay on the halfway line. I know this because at 3.30pm I went onto the pitch and asked them why they were standing there and what was happening. It soon became obvious as the injured, dying and deceased were carried on the advertising hoardings, the vivid image we now know so well.
Most people on the pitch that day were bewildered, feeling either hopeless, confused or inadequate. I saw heroes that day and the majority were not in uniform. The real heroes that day were the ordinary Liverpool fans who seemed to take control of the operation, taking casualties to the opposite end of the pitch and laying the fans in the penalty area, in front of the Hillsborough Kop.
As the Liverpool fans tried to revive lifeless bodies, I felt totally inadequate. I tried to convince myself that these people had simply lost consciousness but in my heart of hearts I think I knew they were dead. The line of police looked on. Some people refused to give up pumping chests of complete strangers or maybe loved ones, giving the kiss of life to fellow Liverpool fans as the line of the police looked on.
The heroes of April 15 1989 were the ordinary Liverpool fans. Whoever you were; I salute you, your role in the tragedy unbelievably tarnished by the gutter press cover-up the following week.
That day, that night, that week, that year, that decade, I was inconsolable. But I was also proud to be a Liverpudlian. I had witnessed the selflessness, courage and dignity you afforded the dead and dying before they were handed over to the authorities. 96 RIP.
Peter Hooton was the lead singer of The Farm and also the edited influential Liverpool fanzine The End and contributed to The Face, NME, Loaded, Goal and the Liverpool FC official magazine

This article is from The Guardian.co.uk

Monday, 8 April 2013

Sunday, 31 March 2013

Happy Easter End Folks....to celebrate here is a delve into my photo archive, hope you have a great long weekend

Happy Easter End Folks....to celebrate here is a delve into my photo archive, hope you have a great long weekend
John & Mick Potter, Phil Jones & Peter Hooton at the Book launch

Phil Jones & Daughter Charlie at The invitation/ presenation of The End Fanzine memento's at the Liverpool Museum of Life
 

One of my favourite memeories was when i was on the dole in the mid 80's and i received this letter from the Job Centre....ex End writer Tony McClelland worked in the Job Centre at the time and sent this.
 
 
 
Postcard from Granada TV advertising the two upcoming documentaries about The End Fanzine and Pete Wylie

 
Page from The End fanzine when we interviewed The Clash in Paris

Billy Bragg
 

Personal Column (in the Masonic I think)
 

 Black - aka Colin Verncombe

The Beat at Liverpool Uni

Afraid of Mice

Joe Musker (Dead or Alive)

 Mitch of Dead or Alive (who ended up being my job adviser at Green Lane Dole in the 80's)

Wylie and friends at Zoo records

Peel, Hooton & Jones

Saxa from The Beat (Liverpool Uni)

Bruce Foxton / The Jam Liverpool Uni

Clint Eastwood & General Saint (The Warehouse)

Aztec Camera (The warehouse)

 

The Jam (promo photo)

 The Clash (promo photo)

The Clash (promo photo)

 Potter , Hooton & McClelland (hoffenbraus)

Flyer for a Ska night I did at LSU a few years ago

The End on Soccer A.M.


 End Writer Tony McClelland (circled) making new friends at Chelski

The Chords (promo photo)

Neil Fitzmaurice with one of our Tee Shirts

 

Steve Rotherham M.P.

 Peter Hooton, Tony Mac, Mick hanwratty and Joe Musker (wearing the original End Tee shirt)

Jones & McClelland at the book launch party

Original photo of Maralyn Monroe that inspired our 1980's End Tee shirt
 
Jones in front of The END backdrop at the National Football Museum in Manchester
 
 Carra
 

Saturday, 30 March 2013

Music Reviews- Ian Prowse- Thomas McConnell and Only Child (Alan O'Hare)


Ian Prowse- Does this train stop on Merseyside,  The Very  Best of Ian Prowse

Oh gawd, here I am faced with that eternal dilemma of reviewing an album by a person who I know and like enormously. I’ve been faced with this many times before..I’m full of dread…what if I hate it? What if I get accused of giving a great review based purely on my opinion of the man I have shared many a Jack Daniels with in The Casa. Its made worse this time as Ian, as most of you know, has been in the Liverpool music scene for 21 years as the integral singer songwriter with the iconic “Pele” and “Amsterdam” bands…he’s had No 1 hits in far off lands (South Africa) and is currently performing sell out crowds on a U.K tour.…but aside from seeing Pele a few times in the Picket, Liverpool Uni etc in the 90’s…I have never seen Amsterdam live….and have never properly listened to them.


Given that I am an avid music fan…and I’ve been to literally hundreds of gigs over the last 30 odd years, it appears puzzling. 
The truth is simpler..I am a stubborn prick at times. For example, I’ve never ever listened to a Pink Floyd album (and probably never will), same with Led Zepplin (until a friend recently got me to listen to some stuff and I loved it) and even (shock horror!) The Stone Roses. The Floyd allergy is due to a foolish punk virtue that has just never left me…lots of me mates swear I’d like them…but its just not going to happen. (yet I’ll happily listen to many other psychedelic bands or hippies such Zappa, Neil Young and Bob Dylan, The Flaming lips  etc)?

With Amsterdam it’s a little different…Put simply, I once worked with an ex Amsterdam band member…and lets just leave it as, we did not get on…but the upshot was that this stubborn knobhead just blanked Amsterdam from my musical horizons ever since.

Some years ago  I met Ian, we talked about my Amsterdam phobia and as much as  I liked him,  I still didn’t go out and buy or listen. ….I am a knob.

However with The End reaching its 30 year milestone last year and Prowse reaching his 21st year…I figured it is time to bite the bullet and see what the fucker has actually been doing for the last two decades.

I approached this with trepidation…in my head Amsterdam were a Merseyside version of Deacon Blue…and I fuckin hate Deacon blue! I’m also very aware of Ian’s love of Bruce Springsteen…and guess what….i’m just not a fan of the Boss ….(we lampooned him big time at the height of his success, in The End fanzine)…so I am quite certain that this ain’t gonna be my cup of tea.  However on the plus side I was actually looking forward to wiping the slate clean and just treating it as if listening to a new band rather than a retrospective of two bands (with a few new tracks thrown in).

The album is pretty much 50-50 a Pele and Amsterdam mix, and its interesting listening to this with little idea of which tracks belong to which band, and testament to Ian that the earlier stuff stands up alongside the more recent ones…..this is a man who has stayed close to his roots. Given this album spans 21 years, the songs feel comfortable sitting aside each other. This could pass for an album released this year, rather than a 21 year retrospective to this listener.

The album features 18 tracks  and opens with the renowned “Does this train Sop on Merseyside”, probably Ian’s best known track…Its been covered by the legendary Christy Moore and was documented by the Peel family to be the only song that could reduce John Peel to tears (though I do remember John crying like a baby when he played “You’ll never walk alone” at the end of his radio show after Liverpool won one of their 5 European cups one hazy night, think it was 77)…It’s a sprawling epic homage to our fair city…synth, strings, soulful backing vocals and features poignant lyrics that will resonate with most End readers … “Alan Williams in the Marlborough Arms giving stories out to everyone” (though my memories of Mr. Williams were of him selling those stories for a bevvie, rather than giving!) and poignant nods to the Jamie Bulger murder and the Hillsborough tragedy, “Can't conceive what those children done, guess there’s a meanness in the soul of man. Yorkshire policemen chat with folded arms, while people try and save their fellow fans” , Brilliant. I can see why ex-pat scouser's get so emotional about this song. It’s a massive opening track and a brave move to place it first in the running order. (I’d fuckin love to hear Tom Waits cover this!). However the album constantly surprises and each and every song is clever and uplifting, with nods to Ian’s heroes. …I can hear Springsteen/ e street band influence in tracks such as “Fair blows the wind for France” ("I’ve never been away from England, for this long before")  and the romping “Takin’ on the world” (“i've sussed you out and you’re not my kind”) which reminds me a little of Ash playing a Springsteen rocker...love it! I’m hooked!

Then there’s little gems like the anti royalty song, “Raid the Palace” (proving that you don’t have to sound punk to be anti-establishment) and the excellent “Love Phenomenon”, which starts with a beautiful bass heavy intro, reminiscent to The Beatles “sun King” and mid way through morphs into a Paul McCartney / Wings (Band on The Run / Venus and Mars- era) love-song complete with synth and beautiful harmonies.

“Don’t throw your love away” is  a collaboration with another legend, scouse born Mr. Elvis Costello, in which Prowse and Costello duet. It's a sumptuous pop tune reminiscent of Elvis in his Oliver's army phase. Great stuff.

“Megalomania” is the one song that, to me, strays into Deacon Blue territory (this is the song that made no.1 in South Africa).  However, it’s still a great song and this hasn’t led to me skipping the track whilst playing this album over and over in my car driving to work and back. On the Pele track, “Don’t worship me”, we hear early signs of Prowse's ability to inject some celtism into a pop song… and then there’s “Joe's Kiss”…I fucking love this song! It’s about Ian’s first encounter with the great Joe Strummer, featuring an “and your bird can sing” style guitar riff and some great lines (“is it time to stumble off this mortal coil, and meet my mum?”). Great song, with a joyous chorus. I could recommend that you buy the album on the basis of that one song alone.…..what a great uplifting song! it’s got me through many a dour journey to or from my shitty job in recent times.

 "Arm in Arm", I am reliably informed was voted "14th best song ever out of Liverpool in 2008"....(but i don't know by whom?)  I hear it as Prowse's “most likley you go your way, I’ll go mine” moment….it’s a message to an old love, recognising his progression from trying to move on after a the heartbreak of breakdown in a relationship, to then seeing the “ex” move on to a new relationship…and eventually  to the point where he is celebrating his life now and his new-found family,  where he is experiencing things that may never have happened otherwise.  ( “I will take just half of the blame and I really don’t care if I never see you again……………..walking the Brooklyn bridge baby and I ain’t sad  this waiting’s’ so long….. and I see me coming up, I see me coming up”). 
My other favourite tracks  tend to be the Gaelic inspired songs such as “Home” (“even though you left me with my drinking, you know it’s of me you will be thinking”), “Fireworks” and the Thatcher inspired “Fat Black Heart” (“greed and jealousy apart, what beats in that fat black heart”) ..I don’t know what I was on back then, but I don’t remember Pele gigs having this Gaelic flavour?

However I think my absolute favourite track has to go to “Nothing’s Going Right” (close call between this, Does this Train, Arm in Arm, Oh Joe and Love phenomenon). Prowse captures the links between Liverpool and its strong Celtic  heritage beautifully…he comes into his own lyrically and vocally on this track and of course there is the spoken word contribution of the afore-mentioned Christy Moore, which just sends this song to another level. I used the word epic….and it s truly is. The song begins with Prowse at his best espousing about a life gone wrong and I get shivers down my spine as Moore intones about “the mouth of the mighty Mersey” over a wonderful, luscious celtic mix of instruments that I could never name. It’s just beautiful. My favourite of the Pele tracks on the album is Policeman… it reminds me massively of  Van the Mans “sweet thing”…….. someone more technical than me needs to do a mix of them both…It just goes to show what drugs I must have been on and how they fuck up your memory that I have seen Pele at least 4 times and never took this song to me heart back then……..i was probably listening to grunge or “me first and the gimmee gimmees” such was my state of mind! …..it’s just stunning. I feel this places Prowes on a playing level of The Waterboys main player, Mike Scott, or karl Wallenger from The World party.

With the 3 new songs we hear a new, settled man. Singing (like Dylan, Young and many others did) about the joys of fatherhood on “maybe there is a god after all" about his daughter, Rosalie (named after a Springsteen track). And there’s more lilting Celtic  loveliness,  on "Rise Like a Lion", telling the world how he has given up his old traits to concentrate on being a father and musician… It’s yet another uplifting song and the album finishes aptly with “Here I am”, an old style rock and roller, complete with E street sax style solo,  bringing us up right up to date with Prowse’s life and music.

I genuinely love this album, it’s become my go to album when I’m felling a bit crappy. I wholeheartedly recommend that you should buy this album, especially if you’re not aware of this very very talented man…..I just wish I’d figured  this out myself a lot sooner.

 The full track listing is:

1. Does This train Stop On Merseyside.

2. Fair Blows The Wind For France. (Biggest UK hit for Pele)

3. Home. (Played by Janice Long on Radio 20 twenty nights in a row)

4. Fireworks. (Classic title track to first Pele album)

5. Takin’ On The World.

6. Raid The Palace.

7. Love Phenomenon. (Much loved 1st Amsterdam single)

8. Fat Black Heart. (Lead single from ‘Sport Of Kings’ album)

9. Don’t Throw Your Love Away. (Duet with Elvis Costello on EMI Records)

10. Megalomania. (Number 1 hit in South Africa)

11. Nothing’s Goin’ Right. (Featuring a guest appearance by Christy Moore)

12. Don’t Worship Me. (Final classic Pele single)

13. Policeman.

14. Joe’s Kiss. (Stand out Amsterdam track recounting Ian’s meeting with Joe Strummer)

15. Arm In Arm. 

16. Maybe there is a God after all. (Brand new song)

17. Rise Like A Lion. (Brand new song)

18. Here I Am. (Brand new song)

Ian is currently out on his first solo tour: go and see him;-

Doncaster Leopard

Friday 3rd May

Liverpool Anglican Cathedral (Special guests of Dexy's)

Saturday 4th May

Stroud Prince Albert

Tuesday 14th May

London Half Moon

Thursday 16 May

Portsmouth Wedgewood Rooms
Friday 17 May

Chester Commercial Inn (Outdoor stage)

Friday 24 May


Otley Korks, Yorkshire
Friday 31 May

Perth Tulloch Institute

Friday 21st June

Lake District Penrith, The Crown
Saturday 22 June (free show)

Liverpool Philharmonic, Rodewald Suite SOLD OUT
Friday 12th July

Liverpool Philharmonic, Rodewald Suite SOLD OUT
Saturday 13 July
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ONLY CHILD






Only Child are relatively new to the Liverpool music scene. The band have risen from the ashes of one of my favourite (now defunct) bands The Trestles.

You may remember I waxed lyrical about their debut album on these very pages some time back. If you missed them, they’re gone. (Alan described the split as “They wanted to rock…I wanted to Roll”). In their place, one part of the Trestles, Alan O’Hare, has teamed together for these songs with Laura McKinley, has formed a new band, Only Child.  From what I have gleamed Only Child will also consist of “a collective of Merseyside’s most intuitive musicians”.
The band released an EP and played a debut gig at Liverpool’s Leaf cafĂ© last September and when speaking about the new band, and in particular the stringed arrangements that Laura brings to the sound, Alan said, “It's the most exciting thing I've ever been involved with," says O'Hare. "This is the music I've wanted to make my whole life. Laura and I have worked so hard to get these songs and this band to the point where we want everyone to hear them. That time has come."
I got me mitts on a copy of that Debut EP, featuring 4 songs to help me through some shitty weekends in canny farm.
The first thing to notice is that the spirit  of the trestles angst remains, but the emphasis has shifted to the more folksy/ Caledonian side that Alan brought to the band.
The second thing you notice is the strings / violin/ fiddle…the songs  reminded me instantly of that distinctive sound that Dylan brought to his Desire album…one of my favourite of dylans catalogue I might add… both mournful and uplifting in equal measures.
The E.P. consist of 5 tracks, 1. Only Child 2. Before & After 3. The Grave 4. Dirty Work 5. Second Chance.
The opining track “Only child” is a mournful tune recalling his upbringing  and a painful break up and sets the tone for the rest of the E.P….there’s no rockers or rollers here really..just beautifully written and performed songs
The second track, Before and after , is another song about lost love and moving on
And the intro makes me recall the haunting Oh sister from Dylans aforementioned Desire album….my favourite moment on the CD is track 5, Second Chance…another plaintive song of angst that contains the  line “walking through town tonight, my own people they’re in my sights, then as I look into their eyes ..I don’t see myself I don’t see me anymore… just Queens park rangers in writing on the wall..and I don’t know why,  it makes me cry” …..it fair tugs at the heart strings…though when the song continues into the next verse and O’hare sings “walking through Lime Street….I find myself wishing  he would have sang “swinging my chain! Haa haa. He doesn’t of course he heads into further emotional heartbreak.
If you are looking for an ablum to get you in the mood for a night out, this is not for you, but if you are feeling contemplative and wanting to reminisce, then this is a bunch of songs that will evoke long ago memories. Lovely.
It all fits in very nicely with the likes of Amsterdam’s Irish / folk leanings. Lets face it this city, more than most has an enormous heritage to be proud of. Lets hop that Only Child  stick around longer than the Trestles  and release more of these inspiring Liverpool laments.
The  EP is available now! Pay just £5 (plus £1.99 P&P) for a limited edition digipack CD. Buy securely via PayPal below.
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Thomas McConnell; Stop in the shade.
Thomas McConnell was born in Liverpool in the early 90’s he went on to grow up in Newcastle However clearly those early years played a key role in Thomas life and his Liverpool roots shine through like a giant Beatle-y beacon. This feller is not ashamed to wear his love of the fab four firmly on his sleeve….and good on him for doing so. There’s a fair bit of snobbery that goes on here in regards to bands sounding too similar the Beatles. I don’t get it….i hate snobbery and stigma within the Liverpool scene…you like what you like and it will go on to influence you..why be ashamed of our city’s most celebrated musical heroes? Get over yerselves will yer.
 McConnell’s  musical abilities developed alongside his love of The Beatles and its  the defining influence on everything in his life. He’s been writing songs since he was 11 and recorded hundreds of little instrumental pieces on a home 8 track recording machine. By age 15 he was writing fully formed songs. He sent me a copy of this older song “Stop in the shade” featuring the title track and 5 others, lonely Mr. Big shot, Tom Cat, The worlds got nothing on me, All of my days and “(Its criminal really) you really know how to please.
The songs are firmly rooted in the 60’s ..sort of 66-67 era, just as psychedelia was eating into the mop tops brains. Funnily enough for all that the blurb on his own pages goes on about the Beatles, I’d compare the first track to Brendan Benson (anyone remember him) ….and when he does go all Beatle-y on track 2, I feel it owes as much to The Rutles as it does the real thing….and that’s not a criticism. “Tom cat” veers into dodgy white guy reggae territory…but ends up like a side 4 of the white album track….Then we go all “plastic ono band” era lennonesque (or Liam Gallaghers current stuff) . Its unashamedly got a feel of Lennons “isolation” and is my favourite pick of the bunch…if you love the sounds of the 60’s you ought to check this feller out. They’re all good songs and Thomas is a talented guy…..check his facebook page here for details of his new single. https://www.facebook.com/thomasmcconnellmusic
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Wednesday, 6 March 2013

The End Book - Don't get ripped off theres still a limited amount left


The End Fanzine Book, released last November is now almost completely sold out and there will be no re run.

However, its been pointed out to me that there have been copies being sold on ebay from anywhere between £45 to £85 ..and when I last looked on Amazon there was a copy going for £65. ?
Therefore I think we need to point out that there are currently still some copies left at for the cover price of £20. ..there's a limited number still available in Liverpool's "Waterstones" (some of which are signed by Myself, Peter Hooton and Mick Potter)
and Sabotage times have approximately 100 left via the following link
http://www.sabotagetimes.com/football/were-you-a-big-fan-of-the-end/

So don't get ripped off. If you want the book you can still get it for the cover price.........for the moment.

Happy shopping

Reviews and recommendations;-
http://www.guardian.co.uk/uk/the-northerner/2011/dec/24/blogpost-fanzine-theend
http://www.independent.co.uk/news/media/press/all-together-then-how-the-fanzine-the-end-gave-liverpool-its-voice-6256353.html
http://www.pauldunoyer.com/pages/journalism/journalism_item.asp?journalismID=329
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-merseyside-15821361
http://louderthanwar.com/classic-terrace-fanzine-the-end-released-as-a-book/
http://www.vice.com/en_uk/read/the-end-peter-hooten-fanzine-interview
http://www.m-alliance.org.uk/forum/index.php?topic=2768.0;wap2
http://www.newsfromnowhere.org.uk/books/DisplayBookInfo.php?ISBN=9780957059207
https://twitter.com/TheEndFanzine
https://www.facebook.com/theENDfanzine

also visit Sabotage times here for an archive of END Fanzine articles
http://www.sabotagetimes.com/tag/the-end/