'In a moment of passion....'
Ramones played at my uniiversity furst or second year. Everybody, but everybody played UEA between 1985 and 1990 the period where I was there. I didn't go to see Ramones but should have . I was into the artier edge of the CBGBs scene; Television, Patti Smith, Blondie, Suicide and Talking Heads. I think I had a certain ingrained suspicion of Ramones which was a kind of snobbery. I hadn't really listened to them and thought they might be something like Sham 69 or Genration X. I was pretty ignorant.
Eventually I bought Rocket To Russia because The NME nudged me in that durection and then I read Please Kill Me and educated myself and bought the first and third albums. I realised in many ways they could lay a claim to be the leading proponents of these years. Every bit as much as Patti, Verlaine or Debbie.And also they were snotty arty and street.There was a smartness in their dumb relentless assault. A pain. A snarl. A grubby purity. An umbilical cord to the original wind tinnel rush of dirty and pure Rock & Roll.
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