Elton waving goodbye in his gold suit; Blur bringing bouncy Britpop irony; Pulp bringing bouncy Britpop sarkiness… yes this summer in music is already a nostalgia-packed one. Except, nostalgia is not all rose-tinted – some of it is spit-flecked, and revolves not around memories of innocent and prosperous days but around that period in the 70s when there was the 3 day week, no-one collected the bins and light relief came from a half-naked guy onstage cutting himself open with a broken beer bottle.
Ah punk, how we miss you. And for those of us nihilistic fans now trying to hide said nihilism from our young children and corporate workmates, we have our own event to let the hidden fury out in the form of Dog Day Afternoon at Crystal Palace Park, headed up by the Godfather of Punk, Iggy Pop.
