I recently gave a bizarre talk about lost beer styles and punk rock in 1976.
Researching for the music chunk, I listened to the early records of The Damned, The Clash and the Sex pistols. I already had it all on my punk playlist (I also have a 1960’s punk playlist, that’s how sad I am), it struck me how diverse their music was, but also how more sophisticated than its raw energy implied. Their looks were pretty different, too.
That was the class of 1976. The bands that came along after them – I won’t name any names here – the ones that were inspired by the first generation of punk bands. I never liked any of them. Just like the audience, they’d adopted a uniform. In this case a musical rather than sartorial one. Breakneck, simplistic songs, shouted with faux angst.
Seeing the beermat below on an Amsterdam bar recently, this popped into my head: second-generation punk.
There’s a lot of it about.
Chew, chew, chew that is the thing to do - *The difficulties of getting alcohol from a starchy substrate is one of the reasons that brewing is much more complicated than wine making*. When the vital...
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