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Two Threads, Blogged

It has been another busy-ass couple of weeks and it’s September already. Insert your own wake up Billie Joe joke here.

Vegan Camp Out was a rad time the weekend before last, thanks to Tree and Danny for hooking us up. Book Yer Ane Fest XIII tickets sold out within fourteen hours of going on sale, madness. There’s shit going on, we’ll keep y’all informed. Much love and respect to Pete Nicol and all involved at St3veFest also.

One of the best things about being involved in MTAT, the basement and DIY punk in general is seeing sick new bands emerge to rip it up.

Fresh Dundee punks ALLDEEPENDS played their first show on Saturday night and slayed it; nine zero messin’ punk bangers like Mischief Brew, Choking Victim, Dead Milkmen, Minutemen, etc, in twenty-two minutes; fucking great stuff.

I had a couple rants on twitter today and I figured they fairly well represent the dichotomy of my feelings towards the state of the contemporary music industry, or more specifically punk/hardcore scenes. I dunno, but I’m trying to get back into the habit of writing outwith 240 characters. Doing a new zine with thoughts towards the book and that.

As ever, any shit-talk, aim it at me. “I note your view, with interest”, as Mick would say.

“Hardcore” in 2019; twelve shirt designs, zero records; liking Slipknot and playing one finger riffs; choreographed onstage “chaos”; kicking your pedals out whilst spin-kicking; on-stage photographers; toxic sausage party; one Slayer riff; aesthetic > action.

I should clarify the photographers thing; I’m massively pro-photography and film. Many friends are incredibly talented live music photographers, subtle and respectful. It’s something else when photographers occupy the stage and become the inescapable central focus.

Done a lot of moaning on and it paints an unbalanced picture, there are posi stories too. Met a kid last night, I’d already checked his band but didn’t say. He was super enthused, talking about how his band have felt unwelcomed in some scenes, like the odd ones out, the queer kids playing pop-punk being shunned and talked down to by elders.

He had done his homework, clearly, and was polite, direct and just himself. He told me he felt more comfortable at his first show in the basement than any other place they’ve been. That heartens me.

If we can reach one kid who takes something beyond aesthetic or social capital advancement, to have them positively engage and think critically, then I think that’s a victory. God knows it takes forever to get comfortable in your own skin, let alone a new scene, if ye ever do.

His band are pretty good too, I’ll definitely be putting them on a show in the near future. He followed up with an email today, kept it simple, and I responded upon reading. I tried not to be “The Dreamcrusher”, as I was called at work once. “Fuck You, Old Man” includes me.

I’ll suffer a thousand macho dickheads it it means I can help one blue-haired nose-pierced kid and their three piece pop-punk band get out the garage and into a basement. Who knows, might even reach some other folk too?!?

My exasperation comes from the “I’m not angry, I’m just disappointed” school of thinking, illustrative of greater frustration, scenes being microcosmic and all. The “alternative” scene, punk in particular, can be so much more than that, just as we humans can be. We are agents.

Also, my friend who hasn’t been out to a show for a long time, due to various factors, went to a show for the first time in years without getting totally steaming. Another pal I met through punk at the basement hit 8 weeks sober yesterday. Punk can be such a positive force.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again; never trust a hardcore kid who doesn’t know their punk, or, as my friend Neil pointed out, their 80s thrash.

Stoked for Uniforms jamz this weekend, Queequeg’s Coffin EP launch next weekend.

Aw the best.

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UNSOLICITED ADVICE

Had a wee rant on Twitter earlier and figured that it might be worth sharing.

It’s not a particularly well thought-out piece of work, it was written in a stream of consciousness on twitter, for fuck’s sake, but it stems from some very real delusions that I think are being taught (with high tuitions fees, by neoliberal institutions prepping drones for a market that is already dead). However, the post-industrialisation of the music industry is a debate for another time.

Very few things truly worth knowing can be taught, especially if you want to truly understand them, but that’s a whole other can of worms.

It also stems from the very real frustrations I feel when trying to answer emails in a positive fashion. I try to answer everybody but some are just so inane and clearly lacking in the slightest bit of research that the only fruitful option is to ignore them. Ye don’t want to be an asshole but sometimes it is real difficult.

I may come back and revise these and/or elaborate at some point, but possibly not. Just don’t put up with any asshole telling ye how to think, including me. On the flip, don’t be upset when someone tells you what they think or that your band sucks.

We started MTAT because everybody thought our bands sucked!

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– Seem to be getting a fair few emails from band “managers” from college/university projects. It’s difficult to know how to reply at times; ye don’t want to discourage people from involvement in music (a posi!), but how do ye tell them so much of the “industry” is bullshit?

– Unless you’re filling the stadium or whatever, who gives a shit about who’s “headlining” gigs? Not to be all negi and shit but nobody who wants to sit through an hour or more of a local band. Give us 18 minutes of seething blood and guts and we’re good.

– Venues and promoters do young and developing bands absolutely zero favours when they encourage this shit, either. Gatekeeping is abhorrent, loathable, but there’s a fine line between encouraging engagement/growth and enabling delusion/exploiting folk. Gotta learn sometime?

– On our end (guess this might be laughable cos we’re all hypocrites in the end, yeah?), we try to encourage younger/newer bands by getting them into the space watching other bands. Promoters see who does things, who’s engaged, and who is only interested in their own band (many!).

– When a band emails, I always tell them “come down to a show sometime”. We always listen to EVERY SINGLE DEMO we’re given. I can’t give them same guarantee with emails as there are so many of them. We’re going to have a DEMO DROPBOX at the basement going forward. Pop one in!

– Once bands show a willingness to engage, to check out the folk they’re hitting up, we may then offer them a a show. Depending how it goes, we may offer them a slot opening for a touring band; shit grows. I didn’t make any commitment to Goodbye Blue Monday before seeing them, ken?

– I dunno, just be super-sceptical of folk who’ve never been in a band telling you what’s best for your band or your art. MTAT didn’t start because we wanted to be “cool” label folk, run venues or build social capital; it started because nobody else gave a fuck what we were doing.

– The continued existence of MTAT boggles my mind in a few ways; firstly, I’ve never stuck to ANYTHING ELSE for 13 years.

Secondly, it’s crazy to me that people do seem to give a shit, even after all this time.

Thirdly, we ain’t special because LITERALLY ANYONE CAN DO THIS.

Too much bullshit is bad for your health

Don’t @ me, yo.

Peace.

On International Women’s Day

Happy International Women’s Day!

Just a wee reminder that the women in your life (and all the ones you don’t know) deserve your respect every single day.

It’s nice that so many of the men I know want to show their respect today, so if that’s genuinely your goal, I have a couple of suggestions.

– If you really need to tell the world how much you respect women, think about whether the post you’re composing/sharing is reductive. “We men wouldn’t be what we are today without the women!” type sentiments are well meaning and often true, but also often carry the implication that we’re still down here, propping up the men. Being thankful that your wife packed you a lunch does not exclude you from the patriarchy. Also, saying “I personally think women are great” kinda translates to me as “Hey women, while you’re all celebrating each other and your achievements, look at me, a man, respecting you!”. Again, this often well meaning sentiment is sweet, but kinda missing the point.

– If you’re a man using International Women’s Day to talk about what women should be doing, in any way, just don’t. If you’re about to share a post that starts “a woman’s place” and doesn’t end with “wherever the fuck she wants it to be.” Then maybe just don’t. You’re probably missing the point.

– If you’re a cis man and you’re posting about international women’s day at all, please consider the possibility that this particular platform isn’t for you. Unless what you are saying genuinely adds something to the conversation that women around you aren’t already saying, or directly addresses the toxicity of the patriarchy, then maybe just don’t.

– Hazel (MTAT)

BOOK YER ANE FEST X; THE ZINE

This is the upload of the zine I put together for Book Yer Ane Fest X.

There were 150 of them made, printed by the workhorse that is Big Mick’s old HP printer that lives in our living room and collated by my own sossij-fingered hands. I felt it was an important thing to do and I’d like to thank everyone who contributed to it.

I am humbled by the response to Book Yer Ane Fest X and have not yet had the mental space to process everything, memories and moments coming back to me in flashes. The story is also truly not exclusively my own; none of this could be done without the contribution of the many wonderful humans I have the privilege to call friends and the participation of the wider DIY punk rock family. That story will be told in time.

Everyone has their own Book Yer Ane Fest experience. That is a beautiful thing.

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“What’s the craic with Conroy’s Basement?”

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So what’s the craic with Conroy’s Basement? Good question, for which I shall endeavour to provide the answer right now!

Basically, it’s been almost a year since MTAT hosted our first show there (okay, eight months) and since then it’s been both an entertaining challenge and learning experience for us all. With every new idea comes new challenges and, as we’ve never been ones to shy away from such things, we have poured our blood, sweat and tears into trying to make things work. Personally, all I’ve ever wanted is a basement space to put on shows so, in effect, that dream has come true (pity I don’t have a functional punk rock band, right?!?).

Firstly, we’d very much like to thank everyone who has supported us thus far with this endeavour; it takes a crew of people to make ideas work and put concepts into action. We are very grateful for all of the hard work and graft the extended crew has put into making things work and it must be known that we wouldn’t be in the position that we are without the support of our friends and colleagues. Y’all know who ye are.

We must also thank our landlords at Conroy’s for their welcome, understanding and patience with us as we worked through the teething problems. We are under no illusions that we are very lucky to be in the position that we are and cannot overstate how grateful we are. While things may not have been perfect since the get-go, I strongly believe that what we are doing is important and that it directly relates to many of the discussions that have been had throughout Dundee’s musical community of late. Hell, The Skinny just published a piece I wrote the other day (check out “Venues, Scenes and Spaces“) that addresses this exact issue.

Conjecture and debate is one thing, action is another. Without resorting to Minor Threat quotes, if ye want to get something done the best thing to do is to it yourself (DIY, ken?). As such, the craic with Conroy’s Basement is thus; we are now open for third party bookings.

Basically, Kenny G and I have formed a new company called Burst Cow. We have invested in a new PA for the basement and will be running the bookings independently of MTAT, for both logistical reasons and so as to avoid any potential conflicts of interest. We have begun taking limited third party gig and private function bookings, with a bunch of shows happening in November, and will be looking to gradually expand things once Book Yer Ane Fest X is in the bag.

Terms and conditions for all bookings apply, of course, but ultimately we aim to help nourish the scene that has helped nourish us so greatly for so many years. To us, DIY need not be a byword for “slack” or “shitty”.

Kenny G will be the go-to dude for all third party bookings and should be contacted at conroysbasement@gmail.com

I (Derrick) shall remain the “face” of MTAT and, as such, any and all MTAT related emails/enquiries/vegan recipies should be sent to info@makethatatakerecords.com

So yeah, it seems Conroy’s Basement is open for business!

The New Situation; An Essay by Dom Kaddish

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The world we live in is not the world we were born into. The following is an essay written by a man for whom I have the deepest of respect in all capacities; musically, artistically, professionally, as a thinker, as a peer, as a human; and someone I am grateful to call a good friend, Dom Kaddish.

In solidarity and hope, I am humbled to provide WYAZ as a platform.

The New Situation.

[Dear All, the following is overtly, and not allusively political. If you disagree with it in style or substance, come along to, for example, a punk rock show or a University class room and tell us or someone else why. In other words, use every available opportunity to keep up the impetus for a new grass roots progressive politics to emerge in the UK and elsewhere post-23 June 2016. It is necessary but not sufficient for us to discuss such things through the Internet. We also need to make them count in building a better society, through our actions and words in the spaces where we actually commit our bodies].

Yesterday, 1 July 2016, the Conservative party in the UK attempted to assure us that politics in the UK is ‘back to business’ in the wake of Brexit. A Mr. Gove invoked further deluded promises about the NHS, when discretion suggested this was a thing best avoided. A Mrs. May invoked her talents as a hard worker, as well as her gender (this last point being important in the context of the obnoxious ‘boy’s club’ that led to Brexit, but Mrs May’s party is attempting to cash in on it in a way that superficially emulates but actually runs counter to the progressive female strand of politics running through, say, Holyrood).

None of this can stand: we simply cannot allow the elite of the Conservative party to try to convince us that they are operating on the basis of a post-Brexit consensus, and that they have our interests at heart in any way at all. We cannot allow politics to return to a state of unscrutinised Tory-led ‘management’. Doing so will only validate what has always been at the heart of the Tory party: upstairs privilege over downstairs servitude.

Instead of building a consensus and helping the people of the UK, the Conservative party has perpetrated an act of unparalleled violence against the social ontology of the UK in the lead up to, and in the wake of, the referendum of 23 June 2016. That is, they have effected a shift in the way that every entity related to the entity ‘the UK’ relates to every other entity related to this entity. They have done it by instrumentalising a mode of politics (the either/or referendum) that was always too crude to deal with the complexities of this ontology, and the consequence of this is that neighbours, words, glances, embraces, sighs, stares, handshakes, schools, immigrants, jobs, friends, taxis, hopes, fears, pensions, pounds and Euros (etc., etc., ad infinitum) no longer relate in the same way as before.

Given this violence, attempts to move on are appropriate. These include: humour; changing the topic of conversation; smiling a bit more; feeling a bit more driven to think, write or feel something; being warmer and more open to people who don’t look and think like you; wanting to strive for a better and more tolerant society that doesn’t condone or cynically instrumentalise racism, etc., etc. These attempts to move on are not attempts to move backwards. On the contrary, attempts to move backwards are, by definition, ‘conservative’, and if there is one entity that events since 23 June have comprehensively destroyed, it is the party that bears that name.

There can be no ‘business as usual’ on behalf of the Conservative party because there is no Conservative party. Instead, the convulsing psychotic ghost that persists in the wake of that party has no consensus, no mandate, and no real vision at all, and this makes it a deeply dangerous, reactionary, and volatile force (witness May’s party’s instrumentalisation of the female card, one of the few apparently progressive moves that was left to it). That said, it also makes it a potentially weak and waning force, provided we, the progressive and internationalist forces in the game, play our cards right, and cease to be so haunted.

There can be no business as usual in the wake of 23 June, in whatever sense (as resigned, as alienated, as disenfranchised, as relieved, as whatever). We have to lay claim to our changed social ontology and recognise that the Conservative party and the hideous forces they have recently colluded with can have no real part to play in it, provided that we have the courage to exorcise them. We have to do our business differently, by not giving up and accepting Conservative attempts to manage what they have conjured. Much more is possible than that for progressive, tolerant, and socially just reform of all sorts of entities, including, but not limited to: the EU, England, Wales, Northern Ireland, Scotland, the age divide, racism, the North/South divide, the European sense of self and other.

Let’s resolve to be socially responsible and just citizens in a time of spectres.

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Kaddish released “Thick Letters To Friends” in 2014. Their new LP will be released soon.

Pink Elephants (Talking About Booze)

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I’m pretty nervous sitting here writing this blog; a ball of pent-up energy, frustration, passion, exasperation, exhilaration, tiredness, guilt, excitement, caffeine and god knows what else. I’m going to talk about alcohol. More specifically, I’m going to talk about not consuming alcohol. Beyond that, it’s a stream of consciousness and I’m not sure where it will lead. Somewhere positive I hope. If you don’t want to read about alcohol, please leave now and consider this your trigger warning.

I’ve been wary about writing about booze since I stopped drinking. I always think of the Bill Hicks “ex smokers” sketch and how I don’t want to become one of those preachy converts who thrive on judging people and their perceived bad habits as a means of stroking their own fevered egos and masking insecurities. There’s nothing worse than a born-again Christian that wants to save us all from eternal damnation, right? Fuck that, I have no interest whatsoever. I’m also in no position to give advice, I can only relate to you my own experience. I implore you to believe that this isn’t an easy essay to write but comes from a place of compassion and love.

To me, my sobriety is absolutely 100% my number one priority in life.

I will never walk away or ignore someone who wants to talk about recovery.

Without going into specific details, let me briefly summarise;

I think of myself as extremely lucky.

My “support network” is incredible and, whether they realise it or not, have played an absolutely vital role in my recovery. Truth is I probably don’t deserve such an amazing partner, family, friends and comrades. The ocean of utter shite I dragged them through during my “career” was beyond a nightmare. I can’t accurately express my gratitude to them and absolutely should try to do so more often. Words feel inadequate, the tightness in my stomach as I write this tells me so. I’m grateful for everything they’ve done for me. I’m grateful for every morning I wake up and I’m alive.

My problem drinking began when I drank for the first time. I am not a moderate person, I’m pretty much an all or nothing motherfucker. I knew I had a problem pretty early on; it exacerbated my extant feelings of “otherness”, as I’ve discussed elsewhere, and gave me what felt like a cloak of invincibility that insidiously ate away at the very core of my being. Alcohol to celebrate success, alcohol to commiserate the fails; you know how the story goes, it’s our culture, it’s “normal”. I put myself in harm’s way, in dangerous situations I was lucky to survive, countless times. Many friends were not so lucky.

I often joke that “if you cannae understand without an explanation then you’ll never understand with an explanation”. I’m usually messing around and just being silly. However, unless you know deep within yourself what the truth really is, then you’re never going to understand or believe it to be true when someone else points it out to you. Until you can admit it to yourself, you’ll never know.

I knew for years, I wasn’t even really in denial about it. I went to therapy when I was at uni but didn’t give a fuck. Many tried to help me and I threw it in their faces. My selfishness and arrogance were matched only by my self-loathing and antipathy. Alienation and nihilistic self-destruction was my path, death the ultimate destination. I thought I could handle it. I couldn’t. Drunkologies bore me. The punk scene revels in that shit.

Stopping drinking is the single best decision I’ve ever made.

Stopping drinking was the hardest thing I’ve ever done.

I have no problem with other people drinking.

I closed ranks to break the cycle; cancelled shows, got signed off work, went to my GP, upped my anti-depressants, called my closest comrades together and went to meetings. I wrote a fucking facebook status about it, to make myself accountable. I remember shaking on the floor calling AA for the first time. They had someone call me back and my guts just spilled; the damn broke and an ocean of shit came flooding out.

Many, myself at the time included, hold preconceptions about AA as being an overtly Christian practice. That wasn’t my experience, theism an irrelevance. You can fucking believe me when I tell you creationism isn’t on the menu. I can only encourage you to go and find out for yourself. I’d have taken some comfort in the words of Jesus to heal some of the lacerating self-analysis and bring some light. The greatest lesson I learned was don’t be an arrogant fuck and think your problems are the blackest. It’s no picnic, there are no mindless cheerleaders. It’s as real as it fucking gets.

Facing up the worst truths about yourself is hard. Looking in the mirror and accepting responsibility for your actions doesn’t always come easy, but don’t give up on yourself. I’ve been sober almost 900 days now and every day is a learning experience. It remains one of the key turning points in my life. I haven’t been to many meetings in the last year or so. Moving city helped and I love living by the river. I’m very lucky to be surrounded by so many positive and inspiring people, but even now it’s not easy. I still live with depression and probably always will, but I harbour fewer de/illusions about myself. Meditation helps but I’m slack at it.

I am humbled that people feel they can confide in me and ask for advice with their own drinking issues. As I said earlier, I will always listen to anyone who wants to talk about recovery, their path to and/or from it or whatever. From my best friends to people I don’t know, I will never ignore you. The first thing you need to know is that you are not alone and that by reaching out (fuck people who balk at that phrase) to someone, you’ve already taken that vital first step. Talking of steps; the twelve step program may work for you. How one interprets the steps is a personal matter, it’s not for one person to tell another what lies on their path or how navigate. If you focus on someone else’s, you lose sight of your own. I try not to be that person.

I respect everyone who lives with the struggle because it’s real. I’m grateful every day that I live with it because it means I haven’t fucked it, every day a little victory. As said, I will always listen and I’m more than happy to discuss any and all questions/queries that people may have on a personal basis, but my support is not entirely unconditional; please don’t swag up to me with a pint in your hand and ask “how did you stop drinking?” and expect anything other than “put the fucking pint down first”; please don’t send me messages then fill your FB with pictures and statuses about how much ye love getting burst. I fucking loved getting burst. That was exactly my problem (one of them anyways).

When people do that, it hurts my fucking feelings. Now, I’m a big boy and I’ll get over it, but it evokes in me great empathy with those people whose faces I threw shit in when they tried to help me throughout the years. It crosses my boundaries. To dismiss anything out of hand is folly but to blatantly ignore and, in some cases celebrate, exactly what you’ve reached out for support to endeavour to overcome is counter-productive at best. I wouldn’t accept that shit from my closest friends, let alone casual acquaintances or people I actively dislike. Have some respect for me but, and more importantly, have some respect for yourself.

I didn’t know where I was going when I started this blog but I knew I needed to get something off my chest. It’s something that’s been weighing on my mind recently. I’m still learning, developing my “coping mechanisms”, trying to keep my shit together. I know how lucky I am and am thankful every single day for all that I have. I know many, many people are not so lucky and that I’m in a position of massive privilege, but that doesn’t make things easier, everyone’s shite reeks. What sets you free can also be your burden. Ignorance may be bliss but it was the arrogance that nearly killed me. Even through the writing process, the act of sharing, I feel better.

When you try to give advice, you assume that you know better. Fuck that, I’m no preacher. I can only engage you if you’re willing to listen as well as talk. You are the answer to your own question, you just need to be willing to engage with yourself. Nobody can help you if you’re not at least willing to try to help yourself.

Don’t ever feel like talking about your problem(s) is a problem. The lack of talking about your problem is a problem. Without resorting to cliche, I’d encourage mindfulness and awareness. It’s amazing what you can see when your eyes are open.

There are many wonderful groups who can provide professional and peer support;

Alcoholics Anonymous

Tayside Council on Alcohol

Insight Counselling

Mindspace

Alcohol Focus Scotland

Addaction

Or speak to me, just put the fucking pint down first please.

To thine own self be true.

Write Yer Ane Mini-Zine; Issue One

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Write Yer Ane Mini-Zine; Issue One

Click the link to devour. Please feel free to read and share.

I’ve uploaded the PDF in its original form, with no hyperlinks, etc. All the bands/records are easy to find so go have a swatch!

Conroy’s Basement; Mini-Zine I

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2016; Ten Years of Cowpunk (Mailshot!)

This is a copy of the Tuesday 19th January email newsletter to the MTAT mailing list. Sign up here.

We at MTAT hope that everyone had a good time over the festive period and is looking forward to what the new year brings. 2016 marks ten years since MTAT put on our first show as a collective and we are very excited to be kicking off Ten Years of Cowpunk with another step in our evolution; we have a new HQ!

We have come to an agreement with the good people at Conroy’s in Dundee and will now be hosting shows in the basement of the pub. Conroy’s used to be The Beat Bar/Satchmo’s/The Saltire in years gone by and was one of the first venues we ever used back in Dundee, first hosting Frank Turner and Even In Blackouts there on November 15th 2006. An intimate basement space in the city centre, it’s pretty much perfect for small DIY shows and we’re very excited about the possibilities this arrangement may afford us.

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The inaugural show at Conroy’s Basement will happen on Friday 27th February and is a collaboration with Oh No! Not Another Wild Goat that brings together Bear Arms, Get It Together, Robot Doctors, Lachance and Polar Bears In Purgatory to kick things off with a bang. We shall then be celebrating the tenth anniversary of our first show on Saturday 12th March, ten years removed from hosting Glass and Ashes / I-Farm at Dexter’s with The Try Hards and 15 Minutes. Full details of the birthday show will emerge soon.

Some other show dates for the diary;

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Book Yer Ane Fest X will take place at Buskers, Dundee from Friday 2nd through Sunday 4th December. The original BYAF took place in 2008 and we did two in 2009, hence why the years don’t align, so it’s serendipitous that in coincides with our tenth anniversary. We’ve already got some plans in place and we look forward to seeing what develops over the course of the year!

Before then, we are very proud to be part of the forthcoming split single release from Billy Liar and Paper Rifles in support of Refugee Survival Trust. A collaborative project alongside Anti-Manifesto and Struck Dum Records, the split single will be released on CD and as a digital download accompanied by a series of short films by Steve Cardno documenting the project.

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The single will be launched at a benefit show at The Southside Social in Edinburgh on Saturday 30th January featuring a host of multi-discipline talent. The RST was set up in 1996 as a reaction to the problem of refugees and asylum claimants being made destitute in Scotland. Grants made by the RST either alleviate poverty and destitution, or help refugees and asylum claimants to overcome obstacles in accessing educational and employment opportunities. We are proud to show solidarity in this endeavour. Thanks also to For The Love Of Punk for covering the story.

To help in the combat against the winter blues (and to help us clear some space for new stuff), we are keeping our End Of Year Sale going until the end of January. We’ve got loads of cool stuff from as little as three quid, although we are down to our last one or two copies on a many records, so please do act fast if there’s something specific you’re looking for!

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2016 MTAT Season Tickets are also currently available for £100 and are limited in numbers. A Season Ticket gives for entry to ALL SHOWS (including BYAF X) and physical/digital copies of ALL RELEASES this year, plus a welcome pack with a MTAT HXC shirt and cool free shit. Knowing some of the plans we have in the works, it’s the bargain of the year for sure!

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Cheers to everyone who has picked up a copy of the excellent “Swells/Repels” EP by Stonethrower thus far. The EP was released on the Sunday of BYAF IX and we still have some copies left. We’d recommend checking out Minimal Media for a series of tremendous live videos from the weekend too. For our full recap of all things BYAF-related, check this story. Keep your eyes for new videos on Cowpunk TV too!

Right, that’s enough banging on for now. There is much to look forward to this year and loads of incredible new music coming your way. Thanks to everyone who has bought records/season tickets recently and everyone that continues to support what we do. The last ten years have been a continual evolution and we look forward to seeing how things develop further in 2016.

Thanks for the continued support, as always!
Make-That-A-Take Records