Club photography is integral to Dublin’s nightlife. However the day of an Ian Dickson capturing an event in one classic photograph has given way to the amateur-pap with a Nikon strap draped around their neck machine-gun shooting through the night. Theo Weatherall rues the ascent of the Facebook photoset and demise of the iconic club shots.
Sitting in an armchair by the window of the Outhouse library, Capel Street, Patrick is sharing his story of seeking asylum in Ireland with Peg Leeson. Well-spoken and confident there are moments during the conversation when he looks down and fidgets with his fingers or hugs his knees, subtle indicators that his journey was not an easy one.
A wee while ago rabble teamed up with Boomtown, the UK’s maddest festival for a very unique competition. We basically got all you eejits to do enter a wee essay competition about your maddest festival buzzes. The winner got themselves two tickets to the festival. Versions of the stories were used in a roll-the-dice, rabble board game that took pride of place as our centre spread in rabble #4. Thanks to all who took part. And a special thanks to Dara Lynch and Thomas McCarty who broke their balls to sort out the centre fold.
With niche festivals dropping like proverbial flies and authorities becoming less and less accepting of fringe events, rabble takes a behind the scenes look at some of Ireland’s more groundbreaking underground events and sees how they are surviving, or otherwise. Rob Flynn met the stress-junkies who put their wealth, health and sanity on the line to run these events.
Youth Defence are pricks. Here’s their background.
While we sit here flicking from tab to tab, signing off on one pdf after another, we find ourselves writing about the same afflictions this country has been cursed with for all those decades.