SNUFF

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There's A Lot Of It About by Snuff North West London 1986, Mario’s Cafe. A waitress called Silvia with sultry Mediterranean looks, a mug of tea and a fried egg sandwich spots three herberts at the table next to her, talking about their new band. She only catches the occasional word as she reads her stars and dreams of Sicily. ‘Punk Rock… Motown… Minor Threat… Miners’ Strikes… Motörhead… DC… early Who…Two-Tone… SX200… Hey ho, let’s go…’ Snuff are born. They leave the cafe taking with them a vision of punk rock for a new generation and the plastic tomato-shaped ketchup thing. Two years later and the first single, Not Listening , and debut album, Snuff Said are released on Worker’s Playtime and the band take their sounds from the street out on the road in the trusty tour van, because they can’t get the amps on the back of the Lambrettas. Along the way the unlikely lads convert thousands to the new sound of Piaggio Punk. Taking over where the Specials left off, turning the deserted dance floors of ghost towns into adrenaline and speed fueled nights of stage diving where punks, mods, skins and all the other young dudes storm the stage every night. They add the bravest trombonist in the world about now and although they didn’t know it then, they set about writing the blueprint for the sound of the California suburbs eight years later. Green Day, Offspring, Blink 182? Man, Snuff wrote that fucking book, joined the dots and coloured it in long ago! The next album, the delightfully titled Flibbidydibbidydob is a covers album paying homage to heroes and pissing on the graves of villains. Reach , released on their own 10 Past 12 label came out in 1991 and then the moment of a triumph for the band and the fans alike, a sold-out show at London’s Kilburn National. The final vindication! The final show! Bugger!! It took three years for Snuff to come back. A new deal with Fat Wreck Chords for the States, the addition of a Hammond Organ and Loz in on a free transfer for Simon on gui