
Various Artists
Tribute to the Oi!
Producer: Various
Released: January 09, 2007
LibéRula Barriguda Records
Agnostic Front
Awkward Thought
Blind System
Blood for Blood
Brightside
Cromag, Harley & Friends
Death Threat
Dropkick Murphy’s
Hardsell
Ignite
Kill Your Idols
Madball
Murphy’s Law
Powerhouse
Roger Miret & the Disasters
Ryker’s
Second Chance NL
Sick Of It All
Son of Bronto
Stampin’ Ground
Stigmata
Tech-9
Ultima Thule
1. Blind System - If the Kids Are United (Sham 69) 3:38
2. Powerhouse - Maniac Peter and the Test Tube Babies 2:18
3. Roger Miret and the Disasters - Voice Of a Generation (Blitz) 2:10
4. Agnostic Front - Take’em All (Cock Sparrer) 2:46
5. Son of Bronto - Last Night another Soldier (Angelic Upstarts) 2:13
6. Awkward Thought - G.L.C. (Menace) 2:23
7. Brightside - One Law for Them (The 4 Skins) 2:48
8. Ultima Thule - The Power & the Glory (Cockney Rejects) 3:21
9. Cromag, Harley & Friends - Freedom (Last Resort) 4:08
10. Kill Your Idols - Work Together (The Oppressed) 3:00
11. Madball - Blind Justice (The Business) 2:22
12. Hardsell - Take the Blame (Vicious Rumor) 3:07
13. Second Chance NL - Stark Raving Normal (The Blood) 3:23
14. Ignite - The Jinx (Peter and the Test Tube Babies) 2:55
15. Dropkick Murphy’s - Hey Little Rich Boy (Sham 69) 1:33
16. Ryker’s - Never Surrender (Blitz) 1:43
17. Tech-9 - Sorry (The 4 Skins) 2:58
18. Stampin’ Ground - Where Have All the Bootboys Gone (Slaugther & the Dogs) 3:16
19. Blood for Blood - Never ‘Ad Nothin (Angelic Upstarts) 3:03
20. Sick of It All - Rip Off (Cockney Rejects) 1:11
21. Stigmata - Violence (Combat 84) 1:41
22. Murphy’s Law - Drinking and Driving (The Business) 3:10
23. Roger Miret & the Disasters - England Belongs To Me (Cock Sparrer) 2:51
24. Blood for Blood - Ultra Violence (The Oppressed) 2:07
25. Death Threat - King of the Jungle (Last Resort) 3:07
In 1992, after training for about six months I was offered my first amateur boxing match, I was twenty-six years old. I had been working for about three years for a big insurance company in Woodland Hills, and all the office politics and gossip was starting to get to me. It may sound slightly chauvinistic, but the whole environment seemed very unmanly. It was a company that rewarded its employees on kissing up and ratting out their coworkers. For the first two years I played the game, perfect attendance, massive overtime, but into my third year I wrote a proposal for a new unit to handle reports, they turned it down, then three months later they started the unit asked me to be in it, and denied I had anything to do with its creation.
So, I needed an outlet, I had tried kung fu and kickboxing, but I grew bored. My Dad recommended this boxing trainer Mort Lehr; he had trained along side Rocky Marciano and many others. From my first day I got into the gym I loved it. No BS, and the smell of old leather was, for some reason, appealing to me (and I’m straight). I begged Lehr from my first day for a chance to fight. But nothing until I got the basics down (this was so Karate Kid). So, I trained in and out of the gym. We had an Everlast bag in the garage that I worked out on, and occasionally an irate drunk in a club would also provide training for me.
After the six months, my couch paired me with the best amateur in the state, in my weight class. I asked him why this guy? My first fight and he’s ranked the best?! He said if I was serious about this I’d win. We both got taped up and had our hands inspected, gloves would be put on in twenty minutes. I went to the back of the gym and watch my opponent spar and warm up. He never broke a sweat. He was about six foot three or four; I was about five foot eleven and a half. He had that Thomas Hearns build, same weight, but lanky and tall. My stomach was in knots. I went into the bathroom, and started punching the wall, I sort of, blacked out, and when my couch came to get me I had left about twelve large holes in the wall. He rushed me out of there, and the official put my gloves on and checked my tape.
I was convinced that I wouldn’t be able to get in close to this guy and he’d beat my head in, and my couch would refuse to train me and I’d be finished. But five seconds into the first round I put my gloves up to cover my face and went under his arms and in my hurry to rush in I accidentally stepped on his foot, so when I swung with a right cross, he couldn’t balance himself, and fell eight seconds into the match. He got up and took the count.
The ref waved us on, I hit him in the ribs, he bent down, I swung with another right cross to the face, and instead of pulling back he came forward so my hand, as it was coming back to my side, hit him again in the same place, just opposite direction. The first punch, he snotted himself, basically a phlegm party on his face. The second (my hand coming back across his face) punch blood sprayed. He was lights out thirty seconds into the first round.
I told my couch about the stepping on the foot and the second punch that was a back swing, Lehr said “if the ref didn’t call it, it didn’t happen.” So, I won my first fight legal or not. I’ll say now, the best gym music was always the first TSOL release, the first Bad Religion album and the first Guns ‘n Roses album (even if you don’t like Guns, you can’t dispute the energy on that first album).
On to the review . . .
You can’t really go wrong with this selection of songs. Anybody doing Blitz is OK in my book. Roger Miret & the Disasters is one of my favorite discoveries of the past five years or so. I picked up their My Riot album a couple of years back and dug them, so you get a bonus cut of them on here.
On a separate note, my Brother and I are going to be putting on a convention next June (2009), officially titled the Los Angeles Punk Con. We have contacted, about, eight “big” names from the world of American punk, and as soon as we get some confirmations, we’ll announce the names; Henry Rollins is still a maybe until the beginning of the year. We have Lisa Fancher & Frontier Records, and Dr. Strange Records coming out, so make sure to browse their great selection of merchandise. We are looking for vendors, and sponsors. Check out the site, http://lapunkcon.com. Any questions, feel free to write: punk.con AT gmail.com.
If you get the chance to get a copy of this, go get it.
Rating: * **** four out of five stars.
Currently:
Reading: Flood by Andrew Vachss
Listening: Secret Affair - Glory Boys
Watching: The Decline of Western Civilization directed by Penelope Spheeris
Tis review was the latest submission from Mike E. When he’s not writing articles about compilation CD’s, he manages an online comic book store. Visit him at Web Comics and give the man some well-earned cash.
