Revisiting Fruits of the Loon for the purposes of Instagram lead to me once again facing arch nemesis Banana: the fruit that foiled like no other. Continue reading
Author: N. P. Ryan
Just For the Hell of It! Punk Times Bristol Nov 2023
One thing that doesn’t go unmissed by me when writing about Bristol’s punk scene is that in claiming so many bands are so good there’s risk of it sounding like Continue reading
Jilted John
John’s feeling jilted; but is he right or by the sword of his own hand—so to speak—wrong? Read the poem to decide . . .
With thanks to Max Kleinen for use of the header image. Continue reading
Reviewing Warrior Pope’s Papal Bull-Shit: Live at the Louisiana
Warrior Pope’s performance at the Chelsea Inn was something to behold. Vocalist / trombonist David Burke bringing a charisma to the stage the like of which rarely witnessed and is perhaps most reminiscent of Continue reading
N. P. Ryan vs. War
Recent events compel me to post once again; originally posted as simply vs. War in particular response to Russia’s second most recent invasion of Ukraine.
Down with Split Dogs at Dean Lane
When first heading to punk gigs in Bristol and following the relevant social media, I fast became aware of a buzz around local band Split Dogs.
Such was that buzz my first attempt to see them live ended in failure when arriving at The Plough only to find a long line-up outside of people waiting for others to leave—which was unlikely—so they could get in.
It wasn’t until some time later that I managed to catch them at the Chelsea Inn. There they delivered a set of slick frenetic punk exploding with an energy knowing no bounds, producing so much joyous sweat the flood warning for Bristol seen earlier in the day online and making no sense at the time—the weather was fine—suddenly did in bounds. Continue reading
Fake Knockers
Poetry on the subject of fake knockers.
With thanks to Blue Arauz for use of the header image (licensing). Continue reading
That Route
A poem that is conversely anti poetry.
Header image of a snowy path next to a lake taken by me on the shores of Lake Ontario circa 2017. Continue reading
Run On Mawr
Poetry possibly inspired by a number of childhood memories being cobbled together.
With thanks to Dina Nasyrova for use of the header image—licensing—which is not of Merthyr Mawr. Continue reading
SLOTH
Into ‘Lucifer’s Doorway’ suggests Hell has frozen over in awe of the complexities that follow:
‘Evil Hand’ has a doom sound rooted in the 70s that equally sounds fresh as a daisy and sometimes surprisingly light as a feather to boot, elevated not only by the vocals sitting eerily perfect at the top of the music, but also the intricate solos that hedonistically wind through the epic and expansive melodies to create a compelling and contemplative swirl. Continue reading
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