About

The original idea for the ‘wood came from a smorgasbord of cathartic hedonism and a deep seated need to make a loud noise.

anarchistwood just call it punk, but that appears not to be good enough for some these days.

If you need the reference thing again, try imagining Ramones and Butthole Surfers going round to Funkadelic’s house to celebrate Poison Ivy’s birthday. It’s a party. A fuzzed out excursion into junevnal satire. Do not expect saving. Do not wish for a consolidating all out bitch of an empowerment statement, that will change your very existence like a bad David Icke romance novel. All sounds great? Take warning when you visit. The house is in Tyburn, London and the monkeys have taken over the ape house.

The raison d’etre has more to do with keeping out of trouble than sucking up to the man for treats. anarchistwood is a small token antidote to this Septic Isle. A party. A performance. A prank rock testament to keep on kicking against the pricks. Again and again – until the swollen testes of a sterile, auto-tuned capitalist lapdog explode into a million glitterati pieces.

Expect to spend yr energy. anarchistwood – a joke in eight parts. Eight head fudging albums, then it’s over. We are half way there.