So, NARC magazine have given me a really nice review. I sent them a 6 track demo of some songs from the Í Wish I Was Dust..cd and they gave me ..Demo of the Month CD.., what lovely people....

Here it is;

With so much music sounding careerist, lacking in passion and following outdated and unadventurous templates, its rather refreshing when you hear someone who, though lacking in formal musical education and expensive equipment, just decides they have something to say. And is then brave enough to get up and say it. Very little of the music that gets dropped in the demo box has passion, emotional honesty and real character. Because he has all that (and not because he..s a blinding singer or guitarist - there are far more important things in life than musical proficiency), the Casual Terrorist is July..s demo of the month.

The Casual Terrorist is one rather shy and unassuming chap, Cj. One man, his acoustic guitar and his laptop. Like every band this month, Cj takes retro-cues, this time for his visuals, which are rooted in the early Eighties anarcho-punk packaging of Crass. As off putting as that may be, the Casual Terrorist is at least passionate about his music and his message (this is rarely the case with young male musicians). There..s nothing particularly remarkable about Cj..s voice, his arrangements or his musicianship, but lyrically he gets very personal and confessional. He..s honest, angry and prepared to leave himself wide open emotionally, and therefore seems to me to be more ..punk..than many musicians who adopt the outward trappings of the movement - clothes, chord changes, tempo. The nearest comparision I can find is Patrik Fitzgerald. A real suprise and someone i..ll be looking forward to seeing live.

I know, this is slightly late, but its taken me quite a while to gather my thoughts on the subject....and i still don't really know how to put them into words.
I took part in the mobilisation against the G20 in Central London on April 1st. A lot of inspiring things took place that day, a lot of fucking horrible things happened too. One person died.
I've been involved in political activism since I was 14, and in those 7 or so years i've never witnessed such brutal police tactics. They were pumped up and ready for a fight, and they didnt give who a fuck who they hurt. I was at the front when the initial fighting started, people were pushed into the police but they weren't causing them any harm. They just didn't want to be penned in. The police responded through blind violence; strking batons on peoples skulls, punching, kicking, pepper spray. I was punched in the nose during this.
Then there was the RBS bank. A lot of people might respond that property destruction doesn't achieve anything. I disagree. The destruction and storming of that bank was one of the most powerfully symbolic things i've seen in a long time. It showed that people are angry, and aren't going to stand for bullshit like £1m payoffs in tax payers money for failing corporations. I was stood only perhaps 25 metres away from the bank, and yet each time the sound of a window being smashed was heard the crowd erupted into applause.
Of course, after this the police violence stepped up a gear. The suited and booted riot police came in, as did horseback police. The kettle was made smaller and smaller by the lines of riot police. No one was allowed to leave the cordon, even though 99% of us hadn't done anything 'illegal' (whatever the fuck that means). At one point about 30 of us attempted to stop the riot police closing in the kettle, and so performed a peaceful sit down protest in the road. We held up our arms to show that we were'nt going to act violently. The riot police however simply stormed in. Batons and shields were struck against protestors on the ground indiscriminately, the guy next to me was surrounded by riot police and kicked and hit repeatedly whilst he lay on the floor. I was repeatedly kicked in the back and batoned on the wrist. I saw 2 people have teeth kicked out of their mouths. 
We were penned in for hours, after a while the anger of the crowd erupted and metal barricades were thrown at police, items set on fire. This resulted in running battles with the police, with snatch squads moving in to take away protestors violently.
Eventually, we were allowed out 1 at a time. We were all searched and our details were taken, photos and videos were taken of us individually.
I don't know what the police wanted to acheive that day. Perhaps because they' talked up so much violence they simply went out looking for a fight. Whatever it was they caused a lot of injuries to innocent people, and in the end caused the death of a man who was trying to get home from work. Ian Tomlinson was batoned and hit by riot officers for no reason, minutes later he died of a heart attack. Welcome to democratic Britain.
NO JUSTICE. NO PEACE. FUCK THE POLICE.

Righto, so i've nearly finished this new cd of mine. It's only, oh 6 months or so late haha. Its pretty special though. Its a 12 track album, that rather than coming in a case comes in the form of a 12 page zine. The zine has all the lyrics in, done with illustrations and some pretty cut and paste stylings.
The new songs are really lo-fi anti folk influenced, whilst still maintaining that anarcho punk edge to it.....therefore, im gonna make a bold statement and declare that this is a new genre (haha)....yup, this is anti-punk!
The cd/zine combo will be available from next week. It'll be available through some sites and some record shops in certain cities when i get them all printed, so keep an eye out. Its gonna be slightly more pricier at a cool £3. But, y'know, thats still cheap as fuck yeah? Oh and obviously you can buy it from gigs and stuff.
I'm playing the beautiful Star and Shadow on the 30th of this month, and gonna organise a house show i think in the next couple of weeks so come along and get your copy.
Love and rage,
Cj x x x

My flatmate bought a ukelele, and i've become slightly addicted to it....
So this is my version of Crass' classic track 'Punk is Dead'
http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=4_Du1j5JFW4
Good times, good times.
xxxx

Right, apologies for the delay with the new cd. My microphone has packed in and I can't afford a new one at the moment, BUT, my sisters boyfriend has some quality recording equipment so fingers crossed it'll be done soonish, assuming he lets me use his recording stuff. Plus in the meanime i've been writing more songs, yippeee.

Other news, we've been had another rad 249 house show up here in Newcastle, with another one coming soon in the very near future plus plans for a guerilla gig. Keep your eyes peeled.

And, heres some new lyrics....

Theres a big white sign at the side of this road which says that 23 people died along here last year trying to make their way home. I just hope tonight that we won't be joining them.
Because this little car was made in 1985, thats three years before i was even alive - and my dad tells me it's only the rust that stops this thing from falling apart.

It's minus 4 degrees outside but we would'nt know, as the heaters are on full blast trying to remove the condensation from the window. My fingers are firmly gripped around the steering wheel, and whereas so many things in life are fiction i know in my heart that this tonight is real.

And we probably need a miracle to get us back home, but I don't believe in Jesus Christ so we'll have to do it on our own.

But with 30 miles to go I catch something in the corner of my eye, bouquets of flowers and a memorial by the road side. It commemorates the death of a 17 year old boy who died here only 4 months ago. And so I wonder if his spirit is still there, and would he really care about a bunch of kids in a crappy car just trying to get home. Well, i think he would.

And his bones and blood that have been locked in this dirty cement will join together again so that he can reinvent himself and fly like a moth to light through our radiator grill, our engine, our gear box and into our car tonight.

He'll guide us home tonight. He'll guide us home tonight.
And if a police car tries to stop us now, we'll keep driving because we never believed in their laws anyhow.

So his spirit carries us on, and we laugh, and joke and sing all the songs from the radio, and after only 20 minutes we're home, and he let's go. Hes off to help another bunch of kids stuck in another crappy car on another lonely road, just to guide them and take them home.

So we crossed borders, we crossed boundaries, we crossed our fear and pain. And i know that tomorrow we'll get back in that car and do it all again.

Let's give it a go and start with a dictionary definition
Its a system of total control with no grounds for opposition
It's official beginnings? I guess they're in 1930's Italy
But we've been seeing this kinda shit long before that twat called Mussolini

Cause tribal life was going fine til we had to introduce capital
And from then on human rights were seen as just an 'obstacle'
Profit margins, mass production and media-biased lies
Stealing the ground from under our feet and taking away our right to organise

And 100 years down the line this same shit is going on
The fascists still go marching and the government still stays strong
Always thinking up ways to increase their power
Year by year, month by month, hour after hour

But our barricades will surround you, and you'll tremble as you stand
Looking at us, black hoods up and molotovs in our hands
In 1936 we kicked you fuckers right off your feet
And tonight we'll be doing the same as we rock down to this Cable Street Beat

It's a two-party system, and theyve both gone to the right
Old labours dead and the left aint gonna fight
So the worker gives his vote to a fascist in a suit
National pride, tea and cake and doc marten boots - what a load of shit

They're just trying to scare us, and make us give up
But my little face is on the Redwatch list and I don't give a fuck
Cause my grandad fought you bastards on French battleground
And tonight i'll be doing the same on the streets of Newcastle town

Lewisham in '77, Welling and Waterloo
We've got you on the run so what you gonna do?
Are you going to hide again behind your Union Jack?
Well our name is Antifa and we're fighting you back

Because our barricades will surround you, and you'll tremble as you stand
Looking at us, black masks up and molotovs in our hands
In 1936 we kicked you fuckers off your feet
And tonight we'll be doing the same, each night we do the same, yeah tonight we'll do the same as we rock down to this Cable Street Beat