Too often young people’s behaviour is rubber-stamped by the media and local authorities as ‘anti-social’. Redmonk talks to a bunch of teenagers in Blanchardstown and finds that they are struggling with the internalisation of their own demonisation. By being force-fed the phrase ‘anti-social behaviour’ they now believe this phrase exclusively applies to youth.
In current times where most people don’t arrive at a club until 12.30/1am, it does very little to nurture any type of club culture or community. Most clubs operate a very strict cut-off time of 2.30 for music, so if you add it all up, it’s a pitiful situation.
Right folks. Have you no homes to go to? Rashers Tierney looks at how the government’s babysitter attitude to boozing is the bane of underground club culture.
Orla Murphy, the ex-manager of Shebeen Chic and some of its workers tell Rashers Tierney a traditional tale of evictions, pub lock-ins and usurper landlords.
Drums beat deeply all around me as people congregate for The Spectacle of Defiance and Hope. Face-painted and costume-clad performers run through carefully crafted renditions, eager children hold large replica tombstones above their heads bearing the names of the community projects they are defending. Julian Brophy reports from The Spectacle of Defiance.
Shot over the course of a year, this film has interviews with the most important Dublin skaters of the last two decades as well as previously unseen old home videos. To hear more about the background of the film, Jay Carax caught up with the producer Dave Leahy.
A gritty, urban poetry shines through Products of the Environment, a compilation album on Working Class Records. Track after track documents growing up with little in the way of options and realities dominated by drug abuse, crime and paranoia. Accompanying videos capture blighted estates full of hooded youth, pushed to the margins by the city’s economic apartheid. The sort of places the rest of us just cycle through.
He was number one of ten thousand and had been tormented by unspeakable lusts all his life. His cock was like a black hole in his trousers. All of his thoughts got sucked down into it. Given the chance he’d have been a fulltime fucker, leaping from body to grasping body, composing verses on the hop. If the world had been logical from his point of view, he would have … Read More
It’s the season of stockings and lists. The natural occasion to ask this bunch of messers to scribble down their highlights.
The Liberties’ Heads tell us more about our recent past than any trawl through the newspapers or Reeling in the Years. So claims Anarchaeologist.