Saturday 16 May 2015

Crass - Bloody Revolutions / Poison Girls - Persons Unknown

CRASS - BLOODY REVOLUTIONS
POISON GIRLS - PERSONS UNKNOWN

Released in May 1980 on their own label, Bloody Revolutions was Crass's second 7" single and it found them hitting a high water mark in all areas. In hindsight even, it could arguably be the best record they ever produced? Incorporating a range of styles, tempos and influences all into one song as well as uniting the vocals of Steve Ignorant and Eve Libertine for the first time, it was the most ambitious record they had ever created for sure. And without any question, it was one of the most straight-forward and directly political records created too. Ever.
"You talk about revolution, well that's fine," begins Steve Ignorant "But what are you going to be doing come the time? Are you gonna be the big man with the tommy gun? Will you talk of freedom when the blood begins to run? Well, freedom has no value if violence is the price. I don't want your revolution, I want anarchy and peace."
As was typically the case with Crass songs, the point of Bloody Revolutions was arrived at immediately - like a news bulletin - wasting no time on metaphors, euphemisms or symbolism.


From the 1960s and onwards the Far Left within Britain had always made great play with the theme of revolution, particularly when engaging with youth. Protest in any form had become inexorably linked with socialist and communist ideas, more often than not led by and promoted by vanguards of University-educated intellectuals advocating various brands of political dogma be it Trotskyism, Marxism, Marxism-Leninism, Maoism and all colours red in-between. But however much a fundamental change in conditions within Britain (and the world) was required, the kind of revolution favoured by all these would-be new leaders in waiting essentially meant the replacement of one political system with another and one political elite for another.
"You talk of overthrowing power with violence as your tool, you speak of liberation and when the people rule. Well ain't it people rule right now? What difference would there be? Just another set of bigots with their rifle sights on me."
So bound were these self-styled revolutionaries to their political treatises and credos that they were easy targets for satire and caricature, no more amusingly done than in the BBC comedy series Citizen Smith starring Robert Lindsay as the hapless leader of the Tooting Popular Front.
"Power to the people!" Citizen Smith cried out at the start of each episode, his clenched fist raised high - only to be met with a withering look from a passing old lady.
"Viva la revolution! People of the world unite! Stand up men of courage, it's your job to fight!" Eve Libertine calls out midway through Bloody Revolutions, only to be countered by Steve Ignorant in full Punk rant mode: "It all seems very easy, this revolution game but when you start to really play, things won't be quite the same. Your intellectual theories on how it's going to be don't seem to take into account the true reality. Cos the truth of what you're saying as you sit there sipping beer is pain and death and suffering, but of course you wouldn't care."

To a generation this would have been the first time they would ever have encountered genuine anarchist opinion and it was being made all the more powerful by the clear and precise intonation of Eve Libertine's vocals: "So don't think you can fool me with your political tricks. Political Right, political Left - you can keep your politics." Once again, the message that Crass were conveying was a revelatory one, challenging not only preconceived ideas but coming across as straight-forward and absolute common sense: "Government is government and government is force. Left or Right or Right or Left, it takes the same old course. Oppression and restriction, regulation, rule and law. The seizure of that power is all your revolution's for."
If all that the Far Left could advocate was revolution leading to just another form of government and the continued centralisation of power, then ultimately how radical were their ideas? Was not a revolution, after all, a movement describing a complete circle? And would not a revolution even for the hell of it be simply a bloody adventure leading straight back to where it began, as in "oppression, restriction, regulation, rule and law"?
Crass were raising the flag instead for anarchy in the UK as a serious proposition, advising those with a more socialist inclination not to look to their political leaders for answers but to themselves: "You romanticise your heroes, quote from Marx and Mao. Well, their ideas of freedom are just oppression now. Nothing's changed for all the death that their ideas created, it's just the same fascistic games but the rules aren't clearly stated. Nothing's really different cos all government's the same, they can call it freedom but slavery is the game."


Crass had been playing under an anarchist banner for some time and had played benefit gigs in aid of the Anarchist Black Cross and in support of the British anarchists known as Persons Unknown, whose comrades at that time were being charged with conspiring with 'persons unknown' to cause explosions. Bloody Revolutions was Crass nailing themselves firmly to the anarchist mast, not only in words but in action. All the money to be made from the sale of the record would go towards the setting up of an anarchist centre in London; a place where like-minded people could meet and share their ideas, as well as being an alternative venue for bands to play.
Though Bloody Revolutions was sold for just 70p a copy, in the end over £12,000 would be raised for the proposed centre, which would open the following year in an old warehouse in Wapping, in East London. The Autonomy Centre, as it was called, though it wouldn't last very long was to be the catalyst for buildings to be taken over in a similar fashion not only in other areas of London but in cities throughout Britain.

"There's nothing that you offer but the dream of last year's hero." declared Crass in unison as a final summing up of the Far Left "The truth of revolution, brother - is Year Zero." If their previous actions, words and records had not already suggested it, Bloody Revolutions sealed Crass's reputation as being the hardest of the hardcore.
"I actually agree with much of what Crass say," commented John Peel after playing the record on his show "They would probably view me, however, and my role at the BBC as part of what they're against." This, even after Peel had awarded Crass a session the year before.

'Anarchy in the UK. Work for it now.' stated one of the many slogans adorning the sleeve of Bloody Revolutions. 'Abort the system. Do it now. Not a dream. Peace please. Anarchy now. Ignore rock'n'roll heroes. It's your life, live it. Demand more, it's always there. They said that we were trash. Love, not war. This time it's for real.' After a history of fake rebellion and false promises throughout the whole of rock'n'roll's torrid and chequered past, this time it did indeed appear to be for real.


Joining Crass on the other side of the record was Poison Girls who had by this time become their regular touring partners, offering up a song going by the title Persons Unknown. Fronted by forty-five year-old mother of two, Vi Subversa, Poison Girls were a curious counterbalance to the perceived hard-line stance held by Crass. Similarly politically charged though with more personal and more feminist-leaning lyrics, they were a fascinatingly challenging band on many levels.

The term 'persons unknown' was the catch-all name given to describe the people whom Irish and British anarchists Ronan Bennett and Iris Mills were accused of conspiring with to cause explosions in a somewhat ludicrous showcase trial involving trumped-up charges emanating from the British Security Services/Anti-Terrorist Squad.
Ronan Bennett was alleged to have links with the IRA and on linking up with Iris Mills who was a member of the editorial team behind anarchist newspaper Black Flag, fears were sparked of a new Angry Brigade-style bombing campaign on mainland Britain. The fact that no actual explosions had occurred and that there was no evidence at all regarding whom the accused were meant to be conspiring with - hence the term 'persons unknown' - suggested either basic State paranoia and incompetence or more worryingly, an endeavour by the State to make thought a crime.

Poison Girls reaction to the issue was to ask who might it be that the State actually meant when they referred to 'persons unknown'?:
"This is a message to persons unknown" begins Vi in her knowing but strangely smoke-ravaged voice "Persons in hiding, persons unknown. Survival in silence isn't good enough no more, keeping your mouth shut, head in the sand. Terrorists and saboteurs each and every one of us, hiding in shadows - persons unknown. Hey there Mr Average, you don't exist, you never did, hiding in shadows - persons unknown. Habits of hiding soon will be the death of us, dying in secret from poisons unknown."
A long list is then recited of everyone who could possibly be construed as being 'persons unknown', ranging from "Housewives and prostitutes, plumbers in boiler suits, wild girls and criminals, patients in corridors, liggers and layabouts, lovers on roundabouts, accountants in nylon shirts, feminists in floral skirts, astronauts and celibates, deejays and hypocrites, liars and lunatics, pimps and economists, royalty and communists, rioters and pacifists" to "Visionaries with coloured hair, leather boys who just don't care, garter girls with time to spare, judges with prejudice, dissidents and anarchists, strikers and pickets, collectors of tickets, beggars and bankers, perjurers and men of law, smokers with heart disease, cleaners of lavatories, the old with their memories."


Though Ronan and Iris were eventually acquitted of all charges, Poison Girls were making it very clear that 'persons unknown' were indeed very real: "Flesh and blood are who we are, flesh and blood are what we are. Our cover is blown." Everyone and anyone was a 'person unknown', which meant that in the eyes of the State everyone and anyone was a potential conspirator.
Persons Unknown - as in the song - was masterful. A swirling, echoing psychedelic tour de force that soared above Crass's more grounded Bloody Revolutions, confirming Poison Girls' status as being an extremely original and very special band.

Loaded with copious sleeve notes and an array of contact addresses, along with a brilliantly rendered fold-out poster created by Crass silent member, Gee Vaucher, depicting the Pope, the Queen, Thatcher and the statue of Justice as the Sex Pistols; the whole record was not only a complete and extremely well thought-out package but a doorway - a portal - into a completely new and alternative world. A world diametrically opposite to the one not a million miles away that Thatcher, her government and its supporters were busy constructing...

Friday 8 May 2015

Honey Bane - You Can Be You

HONEY BANE - YOU CAN BE YOU

Even though £3.00 was a ridiculously cheap price for a double album, Crass were very soon in a position of being able to invest money made from the sales of Stations Of The Crass into releasing records by other artists on their label, the first of which being the You Can Be You EP by Honey Bane.
As was to be the standard on practically all other releases on the Crass label, the cover came as a circular design surrounded by stencilled lettering, borrowing heavily from the art of American pop artist Robert Indiana. On the back of the cover came a short written statement that in its design borrowed from the Jamie Reid/Sex Pistols cut-out ransom note style: "Do you know the difference between reality and fantasy?" it asked "No you don't coz you're still being influenced by Starsky and Hutch, you're still buying the Sex Pistols, you're still trying to be top dog. You say you're Anarchists when you're begging the System for help and standing on the dole lines. You want to be independent, you want to be happy, but you live a life of fantasy. You can be free, the real you. You can be you."


Though the subject matter of the songs on the EP had little in common with Crass, musically it had everything in common, particularly on the lead track Girl On The Run. Piercing lead guitar, fuzzbox-drenched rhythm guitar, galloping bass and snapping, militaristic drums; all put through a mincing machine of tortured, squealing Anarcho Pop Punk. It came as little surprise that The Kebabs - Honey's backing band on the record - was actually Crass themselves under a false name.

Girl On The Run was an ear-catching, innovative exercise in Punk attitude that immediately caught the attention of John Peel who would play it on his show, subsequently bringing it to the attention of a wide audience and doing the profile of Crass and their label no harm in the process either. The song's title itself was a very apt one as at the time Honey Bane was indeed on the run from a child care centre in Essex.
Honey was very much her own person and all that Crass were doing was lending her a helping hand in getting a record released and weren't exerting any kind of control over what she chose to do as a result of it. To their most probable bemusement what she chose to do was quickly disassociate herself from Crass and head off toward mainstream fame, fortune, EMI, Top Of The Pops, and the tutelage of Jimmy Pursey. However, for all her future artistic achievements be they in music, on stage, on television, in film, or even in modelling; Honey's most outstanding legacy would always be her first recordings, as in the You Can Be You EP and her début vinyl outing a year earlier on the Small Wonder/Xntrix label with a song entitled Violence Grows.

Honey had previously been lead vocalist with a band by the name of Fatal Microbes who had featured on a split 12" single with Poison Girls. Violence Grows was the stand-out track on the Fatal Microbes side of the record, being a slow, hypnotic, lullaby-like song in which Honey intones as almost a matter of fact that "Whilst you're being kicked to death in a London pedestrian subway, don't think passers-by will help, they'll just look the other way. They've seen too much, they don't wanna know..." Before going on to describe how "Children at home just come and go, their parents can't say 'No'. Now they know what's best. Now they know violence grows. This generation's changing fast, this generation glorifies in violence."
Honey's bid at capturing in song the zeitgeist of that time was pretty successful. Violence did indeed permeate throughout British society, erupting casually at football matches, in pubs, at discos, and in all kinds of other random public or private arenas: "People travel on the bus but they don't pay their way. It's so easy to say 'Push off' when the conductor asks you to pay. Now the conductor keeps it shut cos the conductor knows. Everybody keeps it shut cos everybody knows that violence grows." Violence and the anticipation of it was very much the norm and if Honey Bane's generation weren't quite glorifying it, they were certainly starting to view violence as a form of entertainment. At the time of recording Violence Grows, Honey was aged just 14.


Whilst pundits embedded within mainstream media were all too ready to condemn what they saw as mindless violence and raise their hands in shock horror, very little was being said by them when it came to an even greater form of violence that was on the horizon: that of State violence.
The political and economic policies of the Thatcher government in Britain and the incoming Reagan administration in America were about to usher in not only a consolidation of wealth for the already rich and mass unemployment for the poor but to also escalate the Cold War to a wholly unprecedented level, pushing the world dangerously close to nuclear annihilation. In the face of this upsurge in Right-wing conservatism and nuclear sabre-rattling the solution proffered from the Left in Britain was to vote for a return of a Labour government; or from the Far Left, to work for revolution.

Crass, on the other hand, had their own ideas....

Sunday 3 May 2015

Crass - Stations Of The Crass

CRASS - STATIONS OF THE CRASS

The Feeding Of The 5000 had been a revelation though it soon became clear that it had also been merely a warm-up, an overture. Stations Of The Crass, the début double album, was instead the full, florid flowering of what would soon and forever more be known as Anarcho Punk.
Arriving in an innovative, black and white, wrap-a-round sleeve that opened out into a surreal photomontage poster surrounded by photos taken from a riotous-looking Crass gig; the printed lyrics were presented as a sheer block of text suggesting an information overload, of there being much to say and much to communicate.


The year was 1979 and the Conservative Party had come to power headed by Britain's first ever woman Prime Minister, Margaret Thatcher. The defeated Labour government led by Jim Callaghan had presided over a country that to all intent and purpose was drab, grey and terminally downbeat; and their banishment was very much deserved. The birth of Punk just over two years earlier and the reaction to it from those outraged and from those inspired by it was absolutely indicative of the state of the nation. To the self-appointed guardians of the status quo and their fellow moral pundits (which included the bedraggled Labour government), Punk was yet another indication of Britain's slide toward moral decay and degeneracy. To those who could see beyond such things as the swearing, the outrageous clothes and the blaring music, Punk was as Crass put it "an answer to years of crap. A way of saying 'No' where we'd always said 'Yep'". To both camps, however, Punk signalled that a change was in the air.
The Sex Pistols had let off a great, incandescent flare that had broken the darkness of 1970s Britain revealing everything in its true light. Suddenly a huge swathe of very scared and frightened people were exposed who viewed Punk with nothing but contempt. There they were, digging in for their own protection, building not a Jerusalem in England's green and pleasant land but a Little England for Little Englanders. Conservative thinkers one and all be they of the Left or the Right, who could only see in Punk a lack of discipline, a lack of respect, and the whiff of communist propaganda and subversion. Tension within British society had been building for years and Punk along with the Winter of Discontent were the straws that broke the camel's back. As battle lines were being drawn, the stage was being set for an almighty showdown.


Standing on the steps of Number Ten Downing Street having been elected Prime Minister, Margaret Thatcher waved to her constituency and quoted a prayer supposedly of St Francis of Assisi: "Where there is discord, may we bring harmony. Where there is error, may we bring truth. And where there is despair, may we bring hope."
Coincidentally, Stations Of The Crass also began with a prayer but of churchman William Fuller: "Now that the sun has veiled his light, and bid the world good night. To the soft bed my body I dispose, but where shall my soul repose?"
Thatcher immediately shattered her prayer by bringing absolute disharmony to the country, while Crass shattered theirs by bass, drums and screeching fuzz-box guitars, ushering in the sound of Steve Ignorant crying out the word 'mother' like a wounded, screaming and dying animal.
Mother Earth, the song chosen to kick off the album was Crass firing on all cylinders and going straight for the jugular: "It's Myra Hindley on the cover, your very own sweet anti-mother. There she is on the pages of The Star, ain't that just the place you wish you were? Let her rot in hell is what you said. Let her rot, let her starve, you'd see her dead. Let her out but don't forget to tell you where she is, the chance to screw her is a chance you wouldn't miss."
Inspired by writer and artist Jeff Nuttall's seminal 1960s treatise Bomb Culture along with John Lennon at his primal scream therapy best, the subject of child killer Myra Hindley is turned on its head and thrown straight back into the faces of those who in all likelihood gave Thatcher their vote.
"You pretend that you're horrified, make out that you care, but really you wish that you had been there. You say you can't bear the thought of what she did, but you'd do it to her, you'd see her dead. Tell me, what's the difference between her and you? You say that you would kill her, well what else would you do?"
Though the issue is a weighty and complex one, within the space of the song all the dots are joined and a message of non-violence is delivered. At the same time, the listener is given cause to question their own values as to whether they too are part of that hypocritical society at which the song is aimed: "Don't you see that violence has no end? Isn't limited by rules? Don't you see as angels preaching, you're nothing but the fools? Fools step in where angels fear to tread. You see, to kill others is the ethic of the dead... Then you goodly Christian people with your sickly mask of love, would tear that woman limb from limb, you never get enough. So you keep the story alive so you can make yourself believe that you are so much better than her. But you're not. That's your guilt laying there."


But if Hindley was the anti-mother what then was Thatcher? Due to the British ruling class being comprised, shaped and formed by men who had all passed through the public school education system where their main contact with women would have been primarily via a matron, the shock of them suddenly having a woman in absolute power must have been inexplicable. Thatcher excelled and revelled in her position as Prime Minister, confronting the country at large with the same attitude she did with her ex-public schoolboy composed Cabinet. Thatcher was (as Crass would later put it) the "wicked matron stabbing hard."

Prior to her election victory, Thatcher had cynically played the race card by talking about neighbourhoods being swamped by immigrants. Throughout the 1970s the unashamedly racist National Front had consistently attempted to make inroads into the electorate with their agenda of repatriation and 'rights for whites'. In opposition to this, the Anti-Nazi League/Socialist Workers Party had set up Rock Against Racism, pulling in a large number of bands to play benefit gigs and festivals for their cause and to help spread their anti-racist message.
Racism was indeed a major issue and on the streets a battle for hearts and minds was being waged. In the end, it seemed to come down to a very simple question of whose side you were on. Anyone supporting Rock Against Racism was obviously of the Left and therefore politically sound; anyone not supporting Rock Against Racism was obviously of the Right and therefore a No Fun Nazi. Anyone not fitting in with either side whether through choice or by default was viewed with suspicion: Practically any band prepared to entertain skinheads, Adam And The Ants for songs such as Deutscher Girls, Crass for wearing black.
Thatcher came along and simply mopped up.


Very few bands dared challenge the presiding orthodoxy as laid down by Rock Against Racism apart, that is, from Crass who took their own stance on the whole situation: "Black man's got his problems and his way to deal with it so don't fool yourself you're helping with your white liberal shit. If you care to take a closer look at the way things really stand, you'd see we're all just niggers to the rulers of this land."
White Punks On Hope was a Crass song full of ideas both brilliant and problematic. From its opening stanza Crass were once again setting themselves apart, particularly from Punk's accepted leading lights, The Clash: "They said that we were trash. Well, the name is Crass, not Clash. They can stuff their Punk credentials cos it's them that take the cash."
In their early days, Crass had played a benefit gig themselves for Rock Against Racism and were somewhat dismayed when offered to be paid for it. "Keep the money for the cause", Crass had told them. "But this is the cause." came the response from the organisers. Crass chose never to play for Rock Against Racism again. In comparison, during Rude Boy, the film that was centred around The Clash, the band are shown backstage at the famous Rock Against Racism carnival held at Victoria Park in1978. Clash drummer Topper Headon is shown being harangued by the film's main protagonist, Ray Gange, as to why The Clash are playing at the carnival for "all these students". To be fair, Topper was never the most politically astute member of The Clash nor was he ever as passionate as Joe Strummer but his reply is still interesting and it perhaps speaks volumes when he shrugs and says "It's a gig, innit?"

"They won't change nothing with their fashionable talk," Crass continued "Their RAR badges and their protest walk. Thousands of white men standing in a park, objecting to racism like a candle in the dark." And indeed Crass had a point, though the likes of Billy Bragg would forever beg to differ but then Bragg was, of course, firmly of the Left.


The way in which the Left, particularly the Socialist Workers Party in the guise of Rock Against Racism was trying to take over Punk seemed to be anathema to Crass. To Crass, Punk was inherently political but not in a party political sense. Punk was an urge, a bid, an opportunity for people to be themselves and to not have to conform to anyone else's values or agendas, least of all those of the Socialist Workers Party: "Punk was once an answer to years of crap, a way of saying 'No' where we'd always said 'Yep'. The moment we found a way to be free, they invented a dividing line: street credibility. The qualifying factors are politics and class, Left-wing macho street-fighters willing to kick arse. They said because of racism they'd come out on the street, but it was just a form of fascism for the social elite. Bigotry and blindness, a Marxist con. Another clever trick to keep us all in line. Neat little labels to keep us all apart, to keep us all divided when the troubles start."
The paradox here was that in their own way Crass were incredibly street credible and could genuinely be viewed as a 'people's band'. There seemed to be little doubt to their audience at least that Crass were 'the real thing'. Without question, Crass were incredibly political also though doggedly adamant in not aligning themselves to any political wing. Thus the raising of the Anarchist banner at their gigs to ward off the circling vultures of both the Left and Right. The issue of class, however, seemed to be a problem to them and would be a subject that would continue to be a thorn in their side.


It was journalist Garry Bushell who first raised the issue of class and Crass when reviewing The Feeding Of The 5000 for Sounds newspaper: 'Being middle-class,' he wrote 'they think class doesn't matter.'
Crass would draw an awful lot of criticism from the music press, so much so in fact that some journalists appeared to hate them with an inexplicable vengeance. The issue of class, however, was a criticism that seemed to really get to them, as though it was their Achilles' heel. This was odd, really, because whilst the band were made up of a cross-section of people from different classes, some of the members of the band were thoroughly working class although as a collective voice they rejected any relevance to the matter.

Though there is ultimately no real virtue in being working-class, to propose that class doesn't matter is, however, absolutely wrong and nothing really but a middle-class conceit. The ruling class, for example, are fully aware of class divisions and talk of them quite openly, as renowned political philosopher/activist Noam Chomsky has often pointed out. Garry Bushell may have been wrong in accusing Crass of being middle-class but in pulling them up on the position they took on the subject, he was right. Alongside this, the issue of violence was also to prove problematic for Crass and so too for their audience, particularly when confronting or being confronted by their enemies.


Pacifism was an ideology that Crass were vehemently espousing and being mightily convincing in their argument too, it must be said. A large number of their audience were taking to it like ducks to water as in many ways it was a welcoming and even enlightening ideological sanctuary: "Pogo on a Nazi, spit upon a Jew. Vicious mindless violence that offers nothing new. Left-wing violence, Right-wing violence, all seems much the same. Bully boys out fighting, it's just the same old game."
The problem of skinheads, or at least those who were ready and able to start a fight at the drop of a hat whether it be for just a laugh or for political reasons was all too common at that time and this was often the first test of a Crass audience's newly adopted pacifist beliefs. Unfortunately, having taken to pacifism like ducks to water, in the face of skinhead violence the audience were sitting ducks.

As it would on many an occasion, when violence erupted at a Crass gig the whole band would tend to clamber down from the stage and confront the troublemakers. They would almost always successfully calm the situation by peaceful means, though dealing with it primarily without any help from the audience. If not for the intervention of the band, an audience of hundreds at a Crass gig could easily be intimidated and violently assaulted by just a few.
In comparison, when fighting would occur at other Punk gigs it was interesting to see how those other bands might deal with it. At Stiff Little Fingers gigs, for example, vocalist Jake Burns would pull out a pocket torch and shine it at the troublemakers, telling them to stop. At Angelic Upstarts gigs, vocalist Mensi would simply invite the troublemakers up on stage to fight with him, no matter how many there might be of them.
By advocating pacifism and putting it forward as a credible ideology to adhere to, were Crass not only painting themselves into a corner but painting their audience into one as well? Were they denying themselves and their audience the choice, the option not of fighting back but of fighting back with force? Of fighting fire with fire? There were no easy answers and sadly it was destined to be an almost endless and very frustrating debate.

For all that, when it came to the issue and the question of taking sides and choosing where to stand in the political spectrum of Left and Right, Crass were absolutely spot on the ball leaving no doubt in anyone's mind about where they were at: "Boring fucking politics that'll get us all shot. Left-wing, Right-wing, you can stuff the lot. Keep your petty prejudice, I don't see the point. Anarchy and freedom is what I want, want, want, want, want..."


On the track You've Got Big Hands, this theme of taking sides (or not) is continued. By deciding for themselves where they stood in relation to both the music business and the system in general and not having anyone decide for them, Crass were flying the flag high for independence: "Out of the chaos we divide, fucked up, muddled up, looking for a side. Stay on the outside, don't go in. Don't think that you can do it, if you sell-out they win. It's not like that the changes are made. Give in to them, your chances are delayed. You'll feed with your energies the things you hate, diluting your strength each time they say 'Yes'."
When it came to the subject of the music industry Crass were setting a very good example. Their first 12" single had been released on the Small Wonder independent label, their début 7" single and now their début album released on their own independent Crass Records label. Every gig they were playing was a benefit for a worthy cause. Instead of selling additional Crass merchandise such as badges and t-shirts they were encouraging their audience to create their own t-shirts and giving badges away for free along with various pamphlets, leaflets and their own International Anthem newspaper. At every gig they played they would be out front mingling with the audience rather than hanging out backstage as was the norm for most groups. Everyone who wrote to them would get a personal reply and on top of this, the door to their shared house was always open for anyone who cared to visit. As a band they were totally accessible.
To the amazement if not bewilderment of a lot of people Crass seemed to be really going for it and urging others to take note: If we can do it then so can you. Not that they were being naive at all about what they were up against and in fact they seemed to have rather a better understanding than most: "They'll let you past a couple of times, you think you're getting somewhere, you're fucking blind. This structure stretches, it'll bend but not break. This system channels any threat you make."


What Crass were conveying was that genuine freedom and strength lay in independence. If the pitfalls of succumbing to others demands and expectations could be avoided (as within the music industry, for example) then something genuinely new might come of it. Any potential reward or any possible benefit gained from following the same old path was just too predictable. It would be nothing more than a pay-off and a rubbish one at that. It would be a sell-out. Better to be a real threat by example than be an example of a threat tempered: "(This system) will do almost anything to accommodate, accommodate you and your liberal ideas. You're the child in their garden, the dog on their lead, their token to changes that are never made. Can't you see for centuries it's been the same? Plenty like you been seduced to the game. The chain's still as tight, won't let in the light. Can you tell me what's different? Whose hope will you feed? Will you feed their arses? Will you feed their hands?"
You've Got Big Hands was a jumping, jerking, rush of energy enlivened not just by Steve Ignorant's caustic delivery of the line "You're fucking blind!" but by rhythm guitarist Andy Palmer's début vocals (under the pseudonym N.A. Palmer) on a chorus line of "Big hands big hands big hands big hands", adding yet another powerful voice to the Crass canon.

As an example of a band accused and branded guilty of selling-out, almost predictably The Clash are singled out for attention and targeted once again on the track System. Picking up from The Clash song Guns On The Roof from their Give 'Em Enough Rope album in which Joe Strummer declares "I swear by Almighty God to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth", Crass respond with the line "You can swear by who the fuck you like but you're still on the roof." They then go on to state as almost a matter of fact: "I'm not gonna change the system, they're not gonna change the system, we're not gonna change the system." before asking "Where does that leave you? Where does that leave me?" The answer, according to Crass was very simple: "Jumping up and down to a bunch of tools." The summation, moreover, was even simpler: "Buy the band and call the tune."


Around this same time, in an interview in the NME with Mark E Smith, the lead vocalist of The Fall, the conversation turned to the subject of 'art' and Mark revealed that of late he'd been listening to a lot of Crass. Not for what Crass were saying, he explained, but for how they were saying it: "I listen to Crass quite a lot, I don't like what they say in their lyrics but the way they just use swear words in speeded-up rhyme, it's quite innovatory and not like say the UK Subs who are too earthbound. But there's something off centre about Crass that appeals to me, there's something about Johnny Cash that appeals to me that's off centre and with The Fall I'm trying to get along those levels and put my own thing in as well."
Mark E Smith was a lyricist who had his own unique way of using words in a song and he was recognising a similar originality in the way Crass wrote that he was trying to understand. The Crass method of composing a song and the way in which they were using words was shown to good effect on the track Big Man, Big M.A.N. which was composed of perfect rhyming couplets; the style being an echo of Bob Dylan at his free-wheeling best yet also a precursor for Rap. The whole rhythm of the words suggested they could be either spoken or sung and that they'd lend themselves to almost any kind of music. If required or desired they could even be sung gently, accompanied by nothing more than an acoustic guitar. If need be, Crass could play unplugged. The fact that the words were being delivered in anger, however, was the essential element that was raising their songs to a whole new level and lending them so much power.

Like many a Crass song, Big Man, Big M.A.N. deals with a subject not ever really tackled before in music, that being the idea of men being depicted as macho as reflected in society. Or rather, the idea that for a man to get on in society he must conform to society's image of man, that being a macho image.
Examples of this are given by the role of a lorry driver ("Lorry driving's fun, you're always on the go. One hand on the wheel, the other up some cunt. Jerking off to Penthouse with the motorway up front"), a policeman ("The police force offers chances for a bright, intelligent lad, to interfere with anyone cos they're there just to be had. It offers quite a range for aggression and for spite, to take out your frustrations in a justifiable light") and a soldier ("It's a man's life in the army, good pay and lots of fun. You can stab them with your bayonet, fuck them with your gun. Look smart in your uniform, that always pulls the skirt. Then when you've fucked them good and proper, tell them they're just dirt").
According to Crass, society is man-made, society is male-dominated, and society is violent. Toeing the line and conforming to society's values means conforming to the idea of violence. Being a man in society means being macho means being violent. So the circle is completed and the circle remains unbroken: "They're telling you to do it, grow up and toe the line. They tell you if you do it, everything will turn out fine. Oh yes oh yes oh yes, what a wonderful life. God, Queen and Country, colour telly, car and wife. It's great if you can do it, it doesn't take a lot, just means you must destroy what sensitivity you've got. Well that's an easy bargain for the things you're gonna get. You can treat the wife like shit, own a car, a telly set. Slip off in the evening for a little on the sly. If the wife complains, fuck her first then black her eye... If you're a man you'd better act like one, develop your muscles, use your prick like a gun. Fuck anything that moves but never pay the price. Steal! Fuck! Slaughter! That's their advice. 'Are you man enough?', ask the posters on the walls. Have you got what it takes? Guts and balls?"

Though it may not have been quite as simple or as black and white as how Crass were putting it across, the subject was at least being raised. But then Crass would always deal in absolutes even if there were a lot of grey areas in-between, leaving it ultimately for the listener to think for themselves and to decipher those greys for themselves. Whether or not every listener was actually capable of this was, of course, another question entirely. Crass themselves were articulate and creative so were quite capable of expressing their rage but those who perhaps weren't so articulate had to somehow just find their own way.
"Big man, what a fucking joke", said Crass but it would be no joke to see a significant section of the Crass audience singing along to songs like Big Man, Big M.A.N. one minute and, for example, Sex And Violence by The Exploited the next. Apparently not recognising that the two might be somewhat incompatible. The biggest paradox of them all, however, was the fact that this male-dominated, violent society of which Crass were singing was now headed not by a man but by a woman - Margaret Thatcher. So did this mean that Thatcher was the most macho of them all? That she was the most violent of all? And indeed, that she had the biggest guts and balls of them all?


In any interview with them (which was invariably always with fanzines), Crass were always up for a debate and ready to flesh out their arguments and points of view with reason, depth and sincerity. Dare to criticise them unduly, however, and you stood to face their wrath; something that journalists Garry Bushell and Tony Parsons both discovered when they gave scathingly negative reviews of The Feeding Of The 5000 in Sounds newspaper and the NME.
After re-printing the reviews in full under a heading of 'Reputations in jeopardy' on the insert for the second pressing of Feeding Of The 5000, Crass composed a short ditty about the subject that ended up as the last track on side one of their album. Entitled Hurry Up Garry (The Parson's Farted), the sheer ferocity of it is quite astounding and all the better for it. This was the sound of Crass unleashing a double-barrel shotgun blast of righteousness and blowing their target clear out of the water.
From its opening and somewhat scary-sounding shout of "The bastards!", Crass spit absolute venom at their critics: "Yes that's right, I stepped out of line. Well, what do you want? WHAT DO YOU WANT? As long as I play it moderate, that's fine. Well, fuck off cunt, fuck off cunt. Pick your nose with your ball pen, stick your snot in Sounds. Back to your play-pen with your street cred minds. You whimper and whine from the pages of the press, ridicule and criticise those that want to change this mess. There's people out here who are trying to live. People who care. What do you give?"

Both Bushell and Parsons had actually done much to promote Punk through their writing in the music press and both had always been big fans of the genre but to Crass this made no difference. To Crass, Bushell and Parsons were criticising something they just didn't understand and now - as Bob Dylan had once sang - the times they were a-changing. Punk was getting serious and things were getting personal. The tables were turning and the boot (a Doc Martin boot, naturally) was now on the other foot. Those being criticised could now answer back as that other much-criticised band Adam And The Ants were to do so majestically in their song Press Darlings, in which they would name-check Garry Bushell also. Crass in the meantime were making no attempt at finesse and instead were just letting rip: "So many parasites living off our sweat, so many fuckers in for what they can get. Punk ain't about your standards and your rules, it ain't another product for the suckers and the fools. You sit behind your typewriters shovelling shit, rotting in the decadence of your crap-lined pit. Waiting for the action so you can grab a part but it stinks so bad where you come from, who's gonna smell your fart?"
It's a mighty long road from accusing two-bit Punk bands of being "nasty, worthless" and "full of shit" to being cultural aficionados on national newspapers and television. Whilst Crass were doing their utmost to shun the trappings of fame and the cult of personality, both Bushell and Parsons were to grab at them greedily and clamber successfully up the media shit-pole to become minor celebrities.
"Piss off, you fucking stink. Bastards." came the final retort from Crass to their critics. And piss off they did. Bushell to The Sun newspaper as a scab columnist and Parsons to BBC2's Newsnight Review where both for some inexplicable reason would be paid large sums of money to write and talk utter bollocks.


As on The Feeding Of The 5000, different members of Crass took on the vocals for different songs and when Pete Wright stepped forward on side two of the album, he still sounded very much like a man at the end of his tether. Fun Going On concerns itself with the boredom of everyday life and all that which is on offer to keep people amused if not content. As a piece of friendly advice "Have some fun whilst you're young, son" is pretty harmless in itself but it gets a little annoying when you want something a bit more than fun, particularly when you realise the kind of fun on offer leads nowhere apart from up the garden path: "It's just another rave... another death pall... just bad rock'n'roll chivvied up a bit... Go see a band and it's another fucking bore, another bunch of jerks shitting on the poor." Pete remonstrates against this concept of fun as in his eyes it's people giving acquiescence to a life of "crawling through shit, skivvying their lives away, slaving in the pit." His own position, however, is not a happy one as he comes across as sounding very cynical, frustrated and on edge: "A million people are sitting out of work, I never wanted in so I'm treated as a shirk. Who's the fool in the Irish joke, when they say all you've got is your stupid vote? It's all very comfy when they keep the war vocal but the bombs in Belfast are coming down your local. I wanna know how much you can take cos you've taken it all and that's just great."

The same theme is continued on the track Tired, where to a persistent chant of "What do you want? What do you want?" Pete lets us all know that he's "tired of adrenalin-soaked fools, tired of idiots playing with the rules... Tired of bully boys looking for a fight... Tired of playing with vice, tired of hash heads trying to be nice."
Pete also lets us know that he's a master of inventively funny one-liners. On Fun Going On he'd mentioned something called "the jock-rot heavy metal leg iron gush." - whatever that might be? - before confiding "Ave fucking Maria is what I say, she's still going strong and it won't go away." On Tired he confides "I'm not a hard nut, so stuff it, RIGHT?" sounding for all the world as though he's the hardest of the hard nuts. "They really got you in a down-trodden state," he continues "Hopelessly, endlessly, heavily, totally straight."


The final turn of the screw comes with Upright Citizen, in which Pete delivers a stream of invective aimed at the typical, common or garden upright citizen of the title. At this point Pete appears to have given up caring any more and is simply getting off his chest what he's been quietly thinking to himself for years: "You have this life. What for? Tell me. Spend it on shit, your ignorance appals me. You serve me your morals, changed for a fiver. Upright citizen, Penthouse subscriber. You won't print the word but you'll beat up the wife in your ignorant, arrogant, terminal life... I'm sick of your pride, you think you can rule me? With crappy judgements from your respectable majority? Majority of what? You self-oppressed idiot. I'm not going to carry you, I'm no compatriot. How many times do I excuse and forgive the damage inflicted by the way that you live?"
There is genuine loathing and disgust in his tone of voice as he affords no let up: "You have this life, you twist and abuse it. Morals and money and media controls it. Can't you see the dead children? The blood in the street? Every fist that you raise is a corpse at your feet. Every time you are bought, I don't care the amount. You are the rapist dealing in death count. And you do this with mercenary morals, you shit. Oh, you've been told about dignity down in the pit. Respectable working man, honourable wife? A waste of energy and an insult to life."
His words are delivered as though they're needed to be said not only to vent his spleen but for the actual good of his mental health. It was also besides the point whether anyone actually agreed with him or not. It just didn't matter.
It's anyone's guess as to what music any such upright citizen might be listening to but it was highly unlikely they'd be listening to Crass, so this left it to whoever might actually be listening to decide where they stood in the Crass world-view. Might they be an upright citizen too without even realising or admitting it to themselves? If not fully then even partly? Might they too be "a waste of energy and an insult to life?" Might they be part of the problem or part of the solution?


On Time Out (with Steve Ignorant returning to lead vocals) this same question is raised again leaving it for the listener to decide whether it's referring to the 'upright citizen' or even to themselves?: "They're using skateboards as spastic chairs for the legless fuckers who fought your affairs. They're moulding babies' dummies with a permanent smile to put the bleeders early in rank and file. They're giving you a chance to be a plastic wrap around the doggies' meat- can, full of fucking crap. They're making little dollies, they tell you 'it's a boy'. Baby brother, tender love, to bring you lots of joy. They're making plastic families, all neighbourly folk, so she can wash and dress them. What a fucking joke."
The terms 'they' and 'you' are used often throughout many a Crass song but who exactly were 'they'? The term is left open for interpretation but it can probably be safely assumed that in all likelihood it was being taken by the listener to mean some 'other'. As time would pass, however, it would become more and more clear that whilst there were those who would curtail freedom and impose their limitations upon other people, Crass were actually referring to the individual listener and holding a mirror up to them: "They're telling you you like it, you're saying that you do. They don't have to force it and tell you how to chew. You swallow it whole, without a fucking squeak, sitting there quietly and up they creep. You think you're fucking different? You think it's you and them? If they asked you a question you'd ask them 'when?'"
Interestingly, for the first time in song, on Time Out Crass refer directly to the issue of class but what makes it doubly interesting is that it turned out that the words were written by Crass member Gee Vaucher, who was working class and sung by Steve Ignorant who was also working class: "Well, you made the choice: money, sex and crime. Tight little egos asking for the time. Well I ain't got it, you can sit in your pit. Middle-class, working-class, it's all a load of shit. Middle-class. Working-class. All a load of shit. It's a load of shit. It's all a load of fucking shit."

Crass were taking no prisoners and like the Sex Pistols had done, were raising the bar on what was possible to be done in music and if people didn't appreciate what they were saying, then so be it. The fact was, however, that Crass were starting to play gigs to packed out audiences up and down the country and their album was due to go straight to number one in the Independent Charts and would remain in the chart for the next couple of years. This suggested, of course, that people were fully appreciating them.
From the rough and raw buzz of their Small Wonder demo tape, Crass were very quickly developing into nothing less than a multi-disciplined, multi-media assault upon culture and the body politic. Utilising music, film, the printed word, graffiti, posters, art and poetry they were fast becoming a force to be reckoned with. Arguably, the music they were creating was being made more powerful by their use of multi-vocalists which was allowing them a wider base from which to express themselves and again, as with Feeding Of The 5000 this included on their album the use of female vocals on certain songs.


The track Darling saw the return of Eve Libertine singing what was probably some of the most ambiguous of Crass lyrics, though none the less interesting for it. Starting with an unaccompanied declaration of "They sell us love as divinity, when it's only a social obscenity. Underneath they're all loveable." followed by a curious exclamation of "Ha!", the music jerks to and thro as Eve twists, turns and plays with with the words 'hero', 'hello', 'obsession' and 'possession' to create a weirdly evocative composition. "Hello, hero! Hero, hello! Hello, hero! Hello, hello!" cries Eve, displaying her vocal dexterity and creating a live favourite in the process. Years later her opening declaration would be sampled and end up on dance records as would, in fact, a good many other snatches of Crass songs.

Demoncrats also featured Eve Libertine on lead vocals but this time in spoken word mode, it being another dark excursion into the soundscape territory as first explored on Reality Asylum. Accompanied by Andy Palmer trailing and echoing her words, this was Crass at their most poetic; delivering what was nothing less than a beautiful and thought-provoking work of art.
To the sound of a single, chiming bell blown haphazardly by an eerie wind amidst the breaking of apocalyptic storm clouds, Eve makes her way through the valley of death, despairing but fearing no evil: "I am not He, nor Master, nor Lord; no crown to wear, no cross to bear in stations. I am not He, nor shall be, warlord of nations. These heroes have run before me, now dead upon the flesh-piles, see? Waiting for their promised resurrection. There is none. Nothing but the marker, crown or cross in stone upon these graves."
This was a poem of deep mourning. A requiem. Bleak yet proud and strong with defiance. Poignant yet noble in its conveyance of a truth: "Promise of the ribbon was all it took, where only the strap would leave its mark upon these slaves. What flag to thrust into this flesh, rag, bandage, mop in their flowing death? Taken aside, they were pointed a way, for God, Queen and Country. Now in silence they lie. They ran before these masters, children of sorrow. As slaves to that trilogy they had no future. They believed in democracy, freedom of speech. Yet dead on the flesh-piles I hear no breath. I hear no hope, no whisper of faith from those that have died for some others' privilege."


Demoncrats was proof positive that Crass were operating on a completely different level to just about any other band of that time, particularly within the realms of Punk Rock. On God Save The Queen, the Sex Pistols had said there was no future in England's dreaming; Crass were reflecting and agreeing with this but expounding upon it by saying there was no future in the trilogy of God, Queen and Country. Yet unlike the Pistols who warned, mocked and revelled in their declaration of no future, Crass were staring back in unblinking, unswerving defiance. Pronouncing very calmly, very articulately, and without fear a curse upon the beneficiaries of that trilogy: "Out from your palaces, princes and queens. Out from your churches, you clergy, you Christs. I'll neither live nor die for your dreams. I'll make no subscription to your paradise."
Such a brilliantly powerful speech as this could easily have been wrung from history books detailing any period of great social upheaval and revolution but no, it was being said in Britain at the dawn of the 1980s. Spoken by a woman in what was nothing more than a "nasty, worthless", two-bit Punk Rock band by the name of Crass. For those paying attention it was obvious that something very unusual was going on.


From the sublime to the exalted. In as much as Demoncrats was powerfully majestic in its defiance, the track Walls as sung by Joy de Vivre (having changed her pseudonym from Virginia Creeper) was powerfully ethereal in it's non-compliance.
Accompanied by snatches of dialogue and static from a radio played over a shuffling beat and reverberating staccato guitar chops, Joy's voice swoops and glides gently as she delivers a concept of freedom borne on flowing words: "Desire desire desire desire describe desire defile deny no air to breathe inside your walls left to dream inside your walls... Images that you apply I won't bow my head in shame I won't play the game the same without your walls I am alive without your walls we all survive without your walls no guilt to bear without your love our love to share without your walls I am alive without your walls I am alive without your walls I am alive..."
As the music cascades and bursts like orchestrated fireworks in the night sky a pop sensibility is revealed that would have had critics baffled. The words were nicely sung rather than screamed and the template was more disco than rock'n'roll. Who would have ever thought this was Crass? Were they not, after all, meant to be a hardcore Punk Rock group? In essence, yes they were this - and more, as confirmed by the rest of the songs on the album as sung by Steve Ignorant operating in full Punk Rock mode.


At a time when the majority of the first wave of Punk groups were either splitting up, mellowing or 'maturing', Crass were one of the very few groups continuing to keep faith with Punk and to run with the Punk flame. From it's original stripped-down, back-to-basics rawness, Punk had been polished, smoothed, neutered and re-packaged as New Wave. Crass weren't just taking Punk back to the street from where it had sprung but were taking it even further. They were taking it underground. And in doing so this didn't mean they were restricting and imposing ill-defined limitations upon themselves in the form of how Punk was meant to be; in fact it was the complete opposite. They were allowing themselves the freedom to experiment and do as they please without keeping an eye on how it might affect their path to success or record sales.
The majority of the songs on The Feeding Of The 5000 had all kept up the same hard, fast and relentless pace which probably caused a fair few people's presumptions of how a post-1977 Punk Rock band should sound to be shattered like so many shards of glass. The sheer energy contained within the songs and the energy in which they were delivered acted like a sudden jolt. A short, sharp, shock. A drug rush, almost. White heat white light. Stations Of The Crass was like the open sea to which that rush had led. A wide open space where there was room to breathe, stretch and explore.

On Crutch Of Society the pace is slowed down to a dirge-like crawl as though it was a song recorded at 45rpm but played at 33⅓rpm instead: "Don't wanna bury my head in the crutch of society, perverted parent that takes my energy, sucking me dry with your morals, your threats. Christ, your Queen, your politics..."
Heard Too Much About on the other hand continuously stops and starts, the gaps punctuated by Andy Palmer shouting out either the last words of each line or the song title itself: "I've heard too much about the people in the ghetto, heard too much about the working class motto - PEOPLE IN THE GHETTO! How you don't know life if you ain't seen the street, racialist poor against the racialist elite - HEARD TOO MUCH ABOUT! A million people in factory and office, aware there's something missing but living with their losses - WORKING CLASS MOTTO!... War in your bedroom, bodies in your fridge, domestic violence, the tomb you dig - HEARD TOO MUCH ABOUT! Rules for survival, rules they wrote, thinking it's your freedom when it's rammed down your throat." It works brilliantly.
Chairman Of The Bored is a song of two halves, starting and continuing with a fast beat for its first half then suddenly changing to a much slower pace for its second half: "I'm the chairman of the bored and I'm asking for some truth, I'm the chairman of the bored and I'm looking for some proof that there's something more than their fucked up game, that their mindless lives and mine aren't the same. I'm looking for something that I can call my own, which ain't a Ford Cortina or a mortgage on a home."
And then on Contaminational Power the pace changes back and forth between a rapidly delivered chorus and slower verses. This particular song was a return to the subject of They've Got A Bomb on Feeding Of The 5000 but this time Crass were urging their audience - for the first but not for the last time - to actually do something about atomic power: "Make it known just this once that people ain't toys. Cause a disturbance, cause a fucking noise. Atomic power is just another of their ploys - to blow you right away."


It's on The Gasman Cometh, however, that Crass pull together both musical experimentation and lyrical power to full effect, in the process creating one of the most powerful songs on the whole album.
Starting in a similar vein as some of their other songs with an unaccompanied spoken word intro, it lurches into a series of questions posed by a leering Steve Ignorant: "The train now standing on platform four - What will you do when the gas taps turn? Where will you be when the bodies burn? Will you just watch as the cattle trucks roll by? Pretend it isn't happening? Turn a blind eye? Have you seen the army convoys quietly passing by? Heard the helicopters in your little bit of sky? Have you seen the squad-cars packed with boys in blue? Have you ever wondered what they're there to do?"
Carried along on a slow, pounding, fuzzbox-drenched rhythm accompanied by a chiming guitar motif, the lyrics convey a vision of a world in ruin: "Pictures in the papers of soldiers in the street, pictures in the history books of rotting human meat. Auschwitz's now a tourist spot for the goggle-eyed to pry, still in working order for you and I. Photos of the victims, of gas, of gun, of bomb, inheritance of violence in the bookshelves of your home."
In the eyes of Crass, totalitarianism travels down through the ages, forever rumbling on; crushing and obliterating any and all signs of free thought and free spirit: "Don't wait for it to come to you, cos come it surely will. The guardians of the State are trained to search, destroy and kill."
Midway through the song the juggernaut sound is suddenly replaced by an up-tempo Punk beat as the lyrics snap into present time: "There's people sitting at this moment, fingers on the trigger. There's loyalty and royalty to make their violence figure. 'Allegiance to the flag', they say, as they lock the prison door. Allegiance to normality, that's what lobotomies are for."
Allegiance might also be read as subservience, and whether it be to the State or to so-called normality, it was a central theme running through almost the whole of the Crass canon of songs. The acknowledgement of subservience and being able to recognise what we might be subservient to was step one: "God, Queen and Country, they say we got the choice. Free speech for all if you've got no voice. Propaganda on the airwaves, here's the way to live. It's not for you and me the alternative."
Having no illusions about how merciless the State and the guardians of the body politic might be was step two: "They look for peace in Ireland with a thousand squaddy boys. Torture in their mental homes is another of their ploys. They'll keep us all in line, by Christ, they'll keep us on our toes. But if we stand against their power we'll see how violence grows. Read it in the paper about rebellious youth but it's them that are so violent, it's them who hide the truth. Stay in line or pay the cost. Do you think they care if another life's lost?"
Step three, and the final step was to start asking what was to be done about it all? How could this situation as described by Crass through their songs be changed? How could the status quo be challenged? If the world was in such a terrible mess then what was to be done about it? What was the solution? What was the answer? This was essentially the crux of everything that Crass were about. Be they social, political or philosophical, what was the answer to all the problems of the world that Crass were highlighting?


"Punk was once an answer to years of crap," Crass had said on White Punks On Hope, "A way of saying 'No' where we'd always said 'Yep'." and for thousands of young people this was an absolute truth, Punk was indeed an answer to years of crap due to the simple fact that it gave them a voice. The problem was, however, that a large number of those very same people used that voice to say 'Yep'. Yes to the demands of business, Yes to the lure of celebrity and money, Yes to the way things had always been, Yes to the status quo. The real answer, and the only answer of any real value so Crass were saying, was to use that voice to say 'No'.
"The world is a mess." as Penny Rimbaud would later state in an interview on BBC Radio 1 "It's a very cruel and barbaric earth to live on and we want to say 'No'. We don't agree with what's happening to the world. We won't be ruled, we won't be governed, we won't be told what to do. It's our life, we've only got one of them. It's our planet, we've only got one of them. And we want to reclaim it. We want to say it's ours. And the more people who individually say that, the more individual people can live. It doesn't matter at all about the government, they can get on with their rules and regulations. We've got to learn to step outside of that and form our own rules, for ourselves, for each individual. And if that comes at odds with the status quo - then we must oppose the status quo. Which is what we do on a lot of levels."
Saying 'No', then, was a good starting point even if only initially it might be within the realms of Punk Rock.


"Cause a disturbance, cause a fucking noise." urged Crass and just as both the Sex Pistols and The Clash had inspired others to pick up guitars and form bands, in the wake of The Feeding Of The 5000 and Stations Of The Crass new bands would also soon begin appearing, totally and utterly inspired by the Crass vision. The difference between these and the first wave of Punk bands, however, was in the politics. Whereas bands from Punk's first wave may have aligned themselves broadly with the Left, the so-called Crass bands would make no such concessions and instead would set out to develop their own personal politics; championing such causes as vegetarianism, environmentalism, peace, feminism, and anti-capitalist activism. They would become known as the Anarcho Punk bands.

The Feeding Of The 5000 was the musical equivalent of brick-through-a-window protest. Stations Of The Crass was a mind bomb exploding in slow motion that would leave an indelible mark upon a huge number of people caught in its blast. On first hearing, it was an exhausting listen due to the deluge of ideas, the level of intensity and the depth of seriousness within its tracks so I Ain't Thick, It's Just A Trick, the last studio-recorded track on side three of the album, comes somewhat as a relief due to it being a foot-stomping, full-on, catchy Punk chant in the style of Sham 69.
Though the subject matter keeps to the by now regular Crass themes of conformism, commodification, education and religion; the saving grace if not coup de grace is its football terrace-style sing-along chorus: "Oh yeah? Oh yeah? Well I've got it all up here, see? Oh yeah? Oh yeah? When they think they've got it all out there, see? They can fuck off, they ain't got me. They can't buy my dignity. Oh, yeah? Oh, yeah? Let me tell you, I've got it all up here, see?"
I Ain't Thick, It's Just A Trick was the sound of Crass paying lip-service to Punk Rock as a three chord, ramalama sing-along but for all that it was an inspirational and up-lifting way to end the album. That's not forgetting to mention the fourth side of the album which was a raw, harsh-sounding recording of Crass playing live at a venue in Islington, London, in August of 1979.

Stations Of The Crass would go on to sale a phenomenal amount of copies and would prove to be an absolute classic record that would stand the test of time far better than, for example, the début album of The Clash. Much more importantly, however, it would have a profound effect upon a significantly huge number of people; changing the way not only in how they think but also in the way they would for ever more live their lives.