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As all that is solid melts to air and everything holy is profaned...

Friday, May 11, 2007

Kill Your Pet Puppy 6 (1983) - Stonehenge issue

Kill Your Pet Puppy 6 - June 1983 A Quest of Faith through a World of Illusion

Quality control note - this cover scanned in from first print run which was ‘gestetnered’ at Bus Stop place in Islington in 1983. There was a higher quality re-print but can’t find my copy.

Today we trek to a crypt most unholy
And isn’t it hard when your heart says go
The great beast lies dormant and waiting
Hungry for spiritual debauchery and shamanic revelation
The corpse stirs once more
The villagers hurl more logs on the fire

KYPP 6 was written in June 1983. It is a story which begins with the above note

It was scrawled on the back of an old copy of Kill Your pet Puppy, postmarked Westbourne Park.
Westbourne Park, that name summons memories, those cider-tainted days at the old A centre [Centro Iberico], located towards the dilapidated end of Harrow Road. We had fun last year, and of course that was the last we saw of KYPP; being political with Conflict, colourful with Rubella Ballet, magical with blood and Roses or just leaping around shambolically with the Mob.

Coming back from Stonehenge the dreams had shifted, the reality had collapsed - you could say it had died.
There was no spirit anymore.

The story is a journey. There are encounters with fellow punks [a couple described vividly but whose names elude me], a hypnotic experience brought on by listening to Alien Sex Fiend, a Mob/ Youth in Asia/ Hagar the Womb gig at Chats Palace in Hackney, a meeting with Southern Death Cult who emerge out of the pages of Vague and hold forth on tribal culture which leads into the arrival of ’Old Man Hubris of the Hills’ - a ‘indigenous’ rather than native American shaman - who reveals the cryptic message concerns Stonehenge.

Mark Mob (for it is he) then enters the story and persuades the narrator that Stonehenge is more than ‘the place hippies go each year to die a little more…’


Stonehenge festival . Here the narrator encounters a shadowy female presence sitting on a burial mound, listening to a tape of the Cramps whilst burning old copies of the NME and Punk Lives to keep warm.

She is the ‘spirit’ who could not be found in London anymore, but rather than reveal any great mysteries she seems bored.. Bored with what punk had become, and looking forward to what was next.

The story concludes with a poem ’Lord Spit’ by Josef which the Spirit recites

“One day all Mob songs will be like that,” she laughed as she finished reciting it and it seemed as if a great firey glow had risen from the festival fields itself. “Lets get going , there’s bands to see, stories to write, vices to be sated and virtue yet to corrupt….”

And so it ends. Pretty prophetic stuff really, especially if you remember KYPP 6 of June 1983 was the last in a series which had begun with Ripped and Torn 1 in October 1976. It was time to move on.

Which we did.


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