Blitz - Voice Of A Generation

Captivatingly raw, violent, honest, and catchy, Blitz's finest album, Voice of a Generation, was a quintessential snapshot into British skinhead and Oi! society and music. More aggressive and street level than other punk bands of the time, Blitz appealed to a decidedly angrier, unemployed, drunken (and dangerous) crowd, whether skinheads, football hooligans, or just punk rock lowlifes, and this album certainly showcases those themes. Recorded on a shoestring budget, Voice of a Generation has a tinny sonic quality, probably engineered through a mediocre board using mediocre microphones, and tracked to a four- to eight-track tape machine. But it's precisely that lo-fi sonic quality that grants this album its particular charm, an almost Sun Studios-like rawness; early, simple, catchy rock & roll shot through with the violence of the English underclass. Best-known for tracks like "Someone's Gonna Die" and "Warriors," both about football and street violence, Blitz were, above all else, fairly adept songsmiths, and there is an undeniable melodic quality about the tracks on Voice of a Generation, despite their thematic crudeness, violence, or simplicity, especially the clever "4Q" ("4Q as in, yes, "fuck you"). That's precisely the sneering attitude of Blitz, one of England's premier street punk bands, an attitude that earned them more than a few bottles to the head from rowdy audiences.

Blitz - Warriørs 7”

Welcome to Tuesday and a wet, cold December evening with No Future Records' most awesome and underrated band, Blitz. 

Keyboard warriors, it’s that time when you get out your air guitar and air drums, and bounce along in your chair. Forget your receding hairline...forget the early onset of dementia...forget that your knuckles are painful with arthritis...forget that your balls are dried up sacks and that fucking was a luxury you've finally giving up trying, as the wife's as dry as the desert sun...your life's a joke and you can't find the car keys that you definitly put by the front door...why don't you just close the door behind you, drive into the night, and we'll forget that you ever existed.