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  1. David Allen Pollard
    February 12, 2012 @ 5:22 am

    I was best mates at school with Neil Rice who replaced Gaz on bass. Neil had a box full of the ep under his bed to distribute or sell for the Grids. Neil showed me the rudiments of bass guitar and I would practice until my fingers hurt visiting his house after school each day. I soon got my own guitar from Hessies in Liverpool and put together The Extremes, writing songs and covering Buzzcocks, Sham 69, Clash and SLF to do gigs in and around Mold and North Wales. The most notable of these events was at Kelsterton College, organised by my best man Damian Rush and his twat friend from Rhyl John Bell (they both co wrote along with Mo Allman – Extremes’ wicked Herbie Flowers style bassman, our tribute to Bob Marley reggea song “Gotta Get Out of Here”) Also on the Kelsterton bill were The VOTS, whose devotees tore down The Extremes spray painted backdrop on half a bed sheet and set fire to it. We’d played and were already in the pub laughing with most of the proceeds…. thanks Damian! First on that night was a band fronted by Scratch, who I later saw at the Wardour Street, Marquee fronting Mercenary Skank; a polished outfit in the same vein of The Alarm. I spoke to Tunky outside the venue before the gig that day, telling him they’d better be good coz I had hitched all the way from Mold for the event ‘specially. They played really well and I took some great photos of the band standing at the front with my shitty old kodak; Tunky in his red “leather” pants bending the strings on his black Ibanez guitar. I never asked him if he remembered me from Mold when he asked if he could plug into my combo amplifier when we played on the same bill at Mold Community Center when he fronted The Interceptors. I had my favourite Clash t-shirt stolen from the dressing room that night. But being a punk, I would have given it to anyone who would have asked for it anyway! Never owned my own home, posession is theft; you come into the world with nothing and you leave it with nothing, so what the hell, man?

    I needed to express myself through the perfectly timed punk medium because I was a very disaffected youth having grown up without my father whom my female parent stole me away from on a visit permitted by the Australian Court, and dragged me up in an abusive hole in an Anarchic UK. 45 years later, a tv show called Find My Family, reunited me with my birth father here in Australia, and here I shall stay until my book of my begining, middle and end makes publication. I am 50 this year, my Dad is 70 next month. I am so glad that I never found a headstone. No, my Dad was a musician in the Royal Marines before transferring to the Royal Australian Navy. These are my Grids: set in stone and cast in iron!

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    • Mark downing
      May 26, 2018 @ 9:51 am

      great review.i remember the Kelsterton gig with huge love and horror. it was tremendous fun in a way one can’t have anymore.
      I was in an early part of my musical life playing a cheap Japanese Telecaster bass and playing Caberet Voltaire influenced stuff.
      I later on grabbed Funky from The Grids and we went on to greater heights As Mercenary Skank.
      sent with love and peace
      $cratch Xxxxx Mercenary Skank .

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  2. Andrew Hughes
    June 9, 2012 @ 11:15 pm

    The Grids, whilst young at the begining I was overwhelmed with it’s vibrancy and anti establishment attitude. Inspired to form and join bands of my own the first (Pre-occupational hazard) being withJulian (Jock) Carmichel, Ben Denton and Shane Williams, Rehersing in the Victoria hotel in Holywell. Remember playing a school disco and playing ’till our fingers bled because the DJ didn’t turn up. Got special mention in Monday morning assembly and even got paid £5.00. This was all about 1979,Used to hang around with all the lads – Doggy Moggy, Sten, Tunkie (went to school (same year) with Tunkies younger brother Micnael) Tim Bean etc and used to love rehearsals in Moggy’s garage. Telford was probably my transition to Adulthood. Remember waiting outside the vic to wave off the coach and Sibby saying “are you coming” I replied “no” he replied ” do you want to come?” no more said and done i’m queing to get in a night club in telford at 14. Moggy said I was his brother to get me in, Pete Banks lent me 50p to buy a pint and crawleed home in the early hours to tell my god forsaken parents that I’d been in telford nick half the night. This was second only to the Holywell town hall bash on the eve of charles and dianes wedding. The bunting didn’t stand a chance, must have been 700 to 800 hard core punks in town. On the Bill:- Spectres, featuring Glen Matlock of Sex Pistols fame, Seventeen of who was Gareth Jones (then a roadie) as I knew hin or Gaz Top as later became, and the Local Heroes, The grids. Lots of changes happen’d during this Time and Intercepters formed with a new type of music emerging from the ashes. Ian, Tunkie, Tim and Gaz, bangles and all thrusting out this new fast paced musically enlightend strain of genre that people were enthralled whilset unnerverd to a point at. I thought “WOW”.AS WAS STOOD AT PENTRE HALKYN TOWN HALL AND HAD DISCOVERED BRILLIANCE. NEVER MIND EUREKA, THIS WAS A kENNADY MOMENT , i CAN SAY I WAS THERE. Second was the Night we, (now called Death Sentance) supported The V.o.t.s. at the Hen Davern in Ffynongroew. Great times Lots of people not in a movement or a gang, just living for music. God bless all of you, Wonderful memories about wonderful times with wonderful people who despite our clothes and portrayed image looked after me at an early and influencial age to help establish me in thie world we call today. Would we wish this age of uncertanty on our children. I would and let them go through it and make their own mind up.

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