After witnessing the crowd suck the energy right out of the room at the recent Quicksand show in London like a coven of Redwing bedecked Nostferatu’s, there was some doubt if I could ever bring myself to write about music on here again, such was the infectious wave of complete apathy and nausea that consumed me.The flipside to the whole turgid experience was that it made me accutely aware of how vital the current UKHC trip is and how fortunate I am to still get a kick out of a DIY hardcore show whilst many of my peer group seem content to turn out to reunion gigs every so often and schmooze the night away. Fuck that shit.

In an effort then to stave off the famished spectre of mosh yuppie vampirism I have sought out new music that posesses that crucial spark of vitae and an audience that will greet it with rabid enthusiasm and a voracious appetite. My garlic necklace, my supersoaker filled with holy water, my motherfucking Nanook, if you will, is a band from the incredibly fertile and productive South Wales hardcore scene: Clandestine AD. Continue reading →