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Written by UNWAShED.

Minor Threat performs in 1980. The group is one of the bootstrapping indie bands profiled in the book Our Band Could Be Your Life.

Our Band Could Be Your Life

Our Band Could Be Your Life is a 2001 book written by Michael Azerrad, which chronicles the careers of various alternative rock bands throughout the years 1981-1991, each with a chapter devoted to their story. The bands were:

  • Black Flag
  • Minutemen
  • Mission of Burma
  • Hüsker Dü
  • The Replacements
  • Sonic Youth
  • Butthole Surfers
  • Big Black
  • Dinosaur Jr.
  • Fugazi
  • Mudhoney
  • Beat Happening

Each of these artists proved to be much more influential than they were financially succesful.

Anyone that knows anything about my obsession with the twists and turns of anglo-subculture will know that punk will, for me, always reign supreme. But this particular time period stands alone as one which is fascinatingly authentic. Despite John Lydon’s pearls of wisdom becoming more and relevant with each passing year, we all know Sex Pistolmania was a manufactured phenomena. Scores of punk one-hit wonders released singles in 1977 which sustained their careers for decades. And I’ve always found safety pin piercings, mohawks, studded jackets and tight plaid trousers trite and try-hard. Individuality through conformity.

The 80s american underground is where punk truly found its feet.

It was singer-songwriter and all round good guy Frank Turner who really awakened my passion for what I consider the ‘true‘ punk ethos. As a teenager, I bunked off sixth form to follow Frank around his pub shows and in-stores in Camden. He would sweet talk the bar staff into letting not-quite-18-year-old me in without ID, and although we sadly never arranged it, he offered to play in my neck of the woods for a mere £50 and a train ticket. Since 2005, he has played over 2,500 shows. And whilst I looked to Frank’s tirelessness for inspiration, he was only carrying the torch of those who came before. The day Frank’s debut album came out, as we walked from show to show, he taught me all about Fugazi.

Fugazi considered high ticket prices no different to ripping off one’s most loyal fans, and early on in their career they settled upon $5 as the lowest profitable admission price. Understandably, many promoters were unwilling to host them, which forced them to seek out alternative and unusual venues with eager kids who just wanted to see their favourite band perform, and truly weren’t in it for the profit. The only thing that mattered was getting to the next show on time.

I believe a bad workman blames his tools. In my former life as a DJ, I always considered it my responsibility to get the setup working no matter how battered the equipment I’d been supplied was. My peers would blame the venue, the sound tech, anything but themselves, but I saw it as my duty and my responsibility to get the dancefloor moving.

Similarly, it doesn’t matter what stupid spat has erupted, it’s my duty to be with you every weekday at 1pm. That’s the commitment I’ve made, just as Fugazi and Frank Turner committed to playing as many shows to as many people for as little money as possible.

Fugazi inspired Frank, and Frank inspired me.

The artists listed above laid the groundwork for the grunge explosion of the early 90s, and reading their stories, it’s all too clear to me that each and every one of them was driven by the same gung-ho passion, the same knowledge that what you’re doing matters, the desperate fervor that drives you forth when you’ve found a way to escape the rat-race, that should be the driving force within nationalism today. Henry Rollins ‘Get In The Van‘ is a selection of diary entries from his time on the road with Black Flag, and it serves as a window into a mind tap-dancing on the border between sanity and lunacy.

Don’t do anything by half. If you love someone, love them with all your soul. When you go to work, work your ass off. When you hate someone, hate them until it hurts.

Henry Rollins – Get In The Van

Solidarity bro.

Conservatism as the new counter-culture

Wrongly attributed to Paul Joseph Watson (as with all his best work, this particular quote is stolen off a lesser-known conservative, in this case Martina Markota), I’ve sat on the meaning of this statement for years. Politics, as we all know, lies downstream from culture, and any work done in the political arena must be backed up with an ideologically robust cultural movement. And we’re making massive progress.

The MSM/BBC’s naked lies in the wake of Brexit and Trump pushed us all towards independent content creators on YouTube. The rise of channels like The Iconoclast, Computing Forever and Akkad Daily work in symbiosis with the appalling overreach of our media class. This is how subculture always works. If you suppress a basic human need, an antidote will emerge somewhere else. It’s inevitable.

For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.

Isaac Newton’s Third Law Of Motion

In the 1980s, these bands fought for true self-expression against a sea of disingenuous hair metal. In the latter half of the 2010s, these content creators fought for truth against a sea of disingenuous ‘journalists‘. Subculture is always a battle for the authentic. What is and isn’t authentic depends on the time period.

Shameless Grifter

The damage that Tommy Robinson’s unfulfilled promises have done to British nationalism more broadly are difficult to quantify. To many, he is still a perpetual victim of state persecution who can do no wrong and deserves our forgiveness for any and all infractions (he’s been arrested yet again whilst I’m writing this very article). But the lasting taste for many nationalists is a string of documentaries never delivered, always another court case in need of funding, and very little of discernible value spat out from Britain’s leading right-wing activist within the last 2 years.

This, as well as bitter egos all vying for the position of top dog, has led to flagrant and widespread misuse of the term ‘grifter‘.

The term ‘grifter‘ is the nationalist version of the punk scene’s classic cry ‘sellout‘. And ‘sellout‘ to me has always been an interesting phrase. It’s a smear that gets levelled at any punk worth their salt, whether for slowing their pace and shouting less as they mature, improving their songwriting, or trying to stretch their creative muscle with something outside the 3-chord standard template, it would seem that purity-spiralling is a facet of every subculture, not just ours. I saw the claim levelled at my boy Frank when he played his first show with a backing band. Just like when Dylan went electric, the die-hards of a subculture will always scream when one of their own adapts their style to aim for a broader appeal.

Why do these purists hate progress so much? Do they not want their movement to flourish and succeed? I have to conclude that no, they don’t. They like being part of a niche scene who knows the truth and is able to sneer at the normies. A big fish in a tiny, tiny pond.

Well sod that. I hated these people as a teenager, and I hate them now. One word springs to mind: unambitious.

The grifter‘ tag is so overused within nationalist circles, that it now applies to anybody that accepts donations, regardless of the scale of their output. I often have to remind the people levelling this claim, that the anti-white, pro-globalist side have millions, literally MILLIONS of foot soldiers employed to propagandize the native populations of the anglosphere against themselves. We’re at the point where the few (and I would wager there are less than 20) British nationalists who would like to turn honest reporting into a viable career, are struggling to gather enough to simply keep going, and most of us are seriously racking our heads about whether it’s possible to balance our work with a more secure side hustle. And of course, these side hustles aren’t secure at all if your face is out there (see the stories of Tom Dupré, or Reverend Simon Sideways).

The thing is, we’re not going to stop, because we can’t. You can try and switch off, larp as a normie, but it will only ever last so long. Sure, go get an office job, but you’ll be checking telegram for hot, spicy memes every time you go to the coffee machine. One day you’ll let your guard down, and roll your eyes at your #FBPE colleague ranting about the blood on Boris’ hands over the wu-hu-flu. One day, inevitably, you’ll snap, and probably end up blaming yourself for it.

But it is your DUTY to snap. It is your duty to NOT hold your tongue. Anyone who stays silent during Revelations Chapter 8, is a weak, weak person.

Silence is violence.

So how can I make this work without balancing my output with a normie job? Should I perhaps heighten the anti-jewish rhetoric, triple bracket dog whistles, and wink-wink-winks to the Austrian painter to appeal to the yankee dollar? Should I pretend that the hounding I’ve received from the press, woe is me, has forced me to flee to Europe, so I now need your donations more than ever? I’d rather just be authentic.

I am ready for whatever’s coming. I expect nothing but to be let down or turned away. I am alone. Goddamn. The shit hurts sometimes, but I realize what I am, what I have become.

Henry Rollins – Get In The Van

The Great Replacement

It is my understanding that the most important campaign currently raging in the UK, is the movement to defund the BBC. Auntie Beeb’s campaign of lies, demoralisation, and outright anti-native hatred has created the conditions for not just a new subculture, but a new culture outright. Peter Whittle understands this, as the leader of the New Culture Forum. TalkRadio in particular have done a fantastic job of filling the void, giving air time to the likes of Peter Hitchens, David Icke, and plenty of other lockdown sceptics and BBC detractors. They even decided to upload the Mike Graham groypathon from the beginning of the year to YouTube with a saucy clickbait title. Say what you like about how they dodged the questions, they still gave a platform to the nationalists.

Defunding the BBC is one thing, but all that does is leave a void. The real path to success lies not simply in defunding the BBC, but replacing it. And to replace it effectively, we need to be attractive. We need to dress well, maintain proper manners, aim for the appearance of high production values even if we’re on a shoestring budget.

Our civic nationalist counterparts are doing exactly that. And yes, they have investors. Big money has it’s fingers in every pie desperately trying to prevent white people from defending their race in positive terms. But the ire that anti-establishment ‘civnats‘ like Laurence Fox and James Delingpole experience from the collective left automatically places them on the same side as us.

I know, I know. It’s like being told you have to support Green Day when you much prefer Dead Kennedys.

Well, if we don’t want the raceblind cucks to capitalise on all this anti-BBC sentiment, then we’d better get moving.

We need to be funnier. Sexier. Wittier.

Politics is downstream from culture, and frankly, endless livestreams about the latest anti-white propaganda is just another form of demoralisation. Why give it any more attention than it deserves?

If you get the message, hang up the phone. For psychedelic drugs are simply instruments, like microscopes, telescopes, and telephones. The biologist does not sit with eye permanently glued to the microscope, he goes away and works on what he has seen.

Alan Watts

Although this quotation is a warning against psychedelic overindulgence, I feel it applies similarly to being red-pilled. Once you’ve got the message, is there really much point in reiterating it to death when there’s actual work to be done?

Defunding the BBC involves throwing the baby out with the bathwater. Loathe though I am to say it, the BBC has given us an enormous amount. Whether it’s some of the greatest comedy the world has ever known, awe-inspiring nature documentaries, or the thoroughly Britnat 6music, which represents our modern homegrown British musical heritage better than any other radio station without even trying.

But trying to reform the BBC is like trying to reform the EU. It won’t happen. It’s got to go. And we need to replace it with something better.

Something funnier. Sexier. Wittier.

Get In The Van

If you hate your parents, the man or the establishment, don’t show them up by getting wasted and wrapping your car around a tree. If you really want to rebel against your parents, out-learn them, outlive them, and know more than they do.

Henry Rollins – Get In The Van

A man without purpose is living a life on autopilot. I remember it vividly, the strange double-life, tapping away on spreadsheets to keep up appearances, but secretly networking with the gang on Telegram, my true focus lying outside of my day job. And then, one day, they caught me…

I don’t want to go back to the rat-race, and I don’t see why I should. I also don’t see why Reverend Simon Sideways or The Iconoclast don’t deserve to be fully supported as nationalist entertainers/broadcasters. We can make this work for us. And more than that, we must. But we can’t be complacent in a competitive marketplace.

I miss the snide, irreverent tone of Amstell-era Never Mind The Buzzcocks. I miss Scuzz and MTV2. Our cultural revolution, and inevitable (yes, inevitable) victory relies on us taking the best that the mainstream gave us, and re-inventing it to suit our own ends. The time for 10 minute hot takes, and safe livestreams is over.

Be funnier. Sexier. Wittier.

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