This page and the one that follows are centred around a family tree of the Auckland, New Zealand, punk scene, which I wrote in July and August 1980. It was first published in October of that year, in Rip It Up's short lived offshoot Xtra, a more in-depth sister magazine to the monthly, published, as I recall, quarterly for a year or so.
How it came about, I'm not completely sure, but Murray Cammick, founder and editor of Rip It Up and I had become fast and good friends (as we remain to this day). We had discussed this on and off, as we both felt the scene that exploded in Auckland in the late seventies needed documenting before it was lost.
And so I attempted to do exactly that. This, which took - as I recall - many many hours and more than a few phone calls, being the result.
And now, heading quickly towards three decades later, so it is again. This history and these short lived acts are fast fading into history as the generation that spawned them inevitably ages and memories fade.
Some, such as The Enemy, The Suburban Reptiles and The Scavengers now have a global reputation far beyond their few releases, but most didn't even get into the studio and are in danger of being forgotten.
Hopefully, if nothing else, this page will preserve that memory for a little longer and allow us to revel a little in something that was so important to so many of us that were there, and, to the development of rock'n'roll in New Zealand.
Zwines was a dirty, very old (1840 something I think) club just off Durham Street West in Central Auckland. It opened early in 1978 and was, until the end of 78 compulsory every weekend night for so many of us.
The building had quite a history. It was the old Police jail, the first in Auckland, and rumour goes that it provided a gallows in the 1850s. In the 1960s, it was a variety of rock'n'roll clubs. The Rolling Stones and The Pretty Things played there and I saw Hello Sailor and the late, great, Tommy Adderley's Headband play there circa 75.
By 1978, when it was converted to Zwines, it was largely derelict.
To get there you wandered up past Babes' Disco - it was in the same building and you had no option but to walk past the Grey Lynn posse that frequented the place. In doing so you ran a gauntlet and took a real physical risk. Few went to Zwines alone.
Up around the corner, after acknowledging the small groups huddled outside you went up the stone steps and into a private party.
Whether it was heaven or hell depended on who you were and how far you were willing to push yourself.
But to an ever increasing number of us, regardless of whether you went to a party after (with one of these bands playing), or to a pub before, at some stage during the night you ended up in this seedy, smelly black hole that was, for a brief moment, the epicentre of Auckland's cutting edge live scene.
Most bands wanted to play here, and many, such as Citizen Band, or the much disliked Dudes (who actually hung out with many of the people mentioned here but were outsiders), tried and failed badly simply because they existed outside and didn't understand the dynamic. Only those that understood and were part of the scene as such could do so successfully.
It was a tough place to play as the audience were an integral part of the act. The band playing to, with, in, and at the crowd.
The Auckland scene developed in isolation from the equivalent scenes in London and NYC, simply because of the way the country remained shut behind a government enforced screen. We heard and read little that was contemporary. We couldn't buy most of the records until many months after release and nothing of any interest was available via the state owned media.
The only music on TV consisted of family troupes and singers, like Steve Gilpin, who later reinvented himself with unintentional parody punkers Misex, doing ABBA covers. But despite that, there was a strength, verve and soul not found in places like the more contrived, and clearly UK-aping scenes in Sydney and Melbourne.
Unlike their Australian counterparts nobody, even if they were doing covers, was trying - until much later that is - to be The Sex Pistols, The Stooges or The Clash.
It's hard to successfully mimic someone when all the information you are getting comes via twisted half stories, the odd image and an imported single or two.
New Zealand was very, very, isolated in those days, and our music reflected that. It really was the end of the earth.
However, perhaps because of that, it was quirky, arty and quite different - probably as close to whatever produced early Split Enz as to The Damned, and you can hear that strong point of difference on the very few records that came out of the scene.
There were different strata of Auckland punk acts. The most clearly defined included the first wave, effectively The Suburban Reptiles, The Scavengers, The Masochists and Junk.
There was the second wave, or probably more correctly, the purist Zwines bands - .the acts whose existence rotated around the kids who virtually lived at the club - like Rooter, Get Smart, The Aliens and The Stimulators, and many more not listed here.
The Scavengers and the former Masochists merged into that scene too, almost as the godfathers, whereas The Reptiles, whilst accepted and popular, didn't really want to. They were recording and touring and had ambitions beyond Zwines (as did The Scavengers). The Enemy were adopted by the Zwines crowd, many of whom didn't realise they were from out of town, but they too had ambitions.
There were those who sat on the periphery, like Zerox and The City Slitz. And there were those that existed primarily after Zwines ceased to be relevant from early 1979 onwards, effectively the post-punk acts in the now accepted terminology.
Many of the bands played there so often, because they couldn't get a gig anywhere else in those very conservative times.
The interior was decorated by Johnny Volume and Ronnie Recent, the wallpaper coming from the airmail NMEs stolen from my room in the flat we all shared in Remuera. They also made and installed the PA system.
It was, initally, owned by a couple of expat Liverpudlians only remembered as Don & Richy. Later it was sold to Brian Ball. There was intially a jukebox full of imported punk 7"s, but on the opening night it was smashed open and they were stolen.
The pinball machine didn't last much longer, after one 'fan' jumped onto it from the balcony.
Myself, for about nine months in 78, I loved it. You could sit on the balcony observing thedrama, the scenarios and the interaction between the bands and those dancing, many of whom were in bands also playing that night. Dancers would wander onto the stage to sing a song - or, on one occasion have fairly obvious sex with the bass player of a band.
Girls would dance wrapped in glad-wrap and nothing else; the crowd would throw friendly heckles at the bands and they would be returned all night. Everybody knew everybody. And nothing was regarded as outrageous, although the first time Chris Knox slashed himself on stage it came close. Even the death of a punter (from a drug OD - there was little alcohol but there were drugs - he lay on the floor all night and no-one noticed) caused little more than a passing murmur. Although the attempted gate crashing of the place by the Headhunters did cause a ruffle. There are stories too of a member of Hello Sailor pulling a knife on a guy over a failed drug deal.
These were interesting times as they say.
It staggered on into mid 1979 (when the owners did the classic club scam and set it on fire) but it really was a little sad by late December 1978, and in real terms, it was dying as other pubs and clubs had taken over, although, as with any scene there were those who refused to let it go.
And then Proud Scum turned up almost as a parody of it all, and were huge.
Kerry Buchanan in his notes to the long unavailable compilation Move to Riot.
The story (on the next page) is being printed verbatim as it appeared in the magazine in 1980. There has been no attempt to modify opinions, fix the odd mistake which crept in, or update the information. Some of the bands were a little upset at the time at what I wrote (I received much flak from the Idle Idols but it was meant to be vaguely complimentary and I'm still surprised they couldn't see that) but c'est la vie.
Any updates on where or what people are, is on my where are they now page, or will be as it comes to hand.
The much graffiti-ed wall opposite (with band names etc) was there for all to see until mid 2005. With Auckland City Council's usual sense of history it has now, I believe, been cleaned up.
For the Zwines Family Tree go here.
For Auckland's other lost punk venues: scroll down.
From March 78 until it was burnt out in mid 79 under circumstances which remain murky. For all of its time during 78 it was punk central in Auckland. See above.
The first public punk gig there was in mid 77 - a benefit gig organised by myself and David Blyth for David's groundbreaking film, Angel Mine, with The Scavengers, Suburban Reptiles & The Masochists. After the Reptiles emptied rubbish bags over the crowd punk was banned - until late 78 when The Scavengers and The Enemy, amongst others, managed to get in there again.
The notorious Enemy gig when a guy was tossed off a balcony by thugs and broke his back was at the café.
There were regular gigs there in 79-80, but punk was seen as rather safer by then.
Now The, upmarket, George in Parnell Road. Thanks to the open-minded booking of Larry Young and Fiona Grigg (my sister), this legendary and crucial Auckland live venue hosted punk bands from early 78 and its Saturday afternoons, often with Toy Love, were legendary and chaotic. The Scavengers did NYE 77/78 there and the pub was a pivotal venue.
The first "established" venue to open its doors to punk...
In Newton Rd, to the left of the Caltex Station (upstairs). It was a failed disco which we used for several punk gigs in early to mid 77. The first bands there were The Scavengers and Junk, who did a two week residency. Lots of mirror balls, smoke and Day-Glo.
The venue where the kids who later became Rooter and thus The Terrorways first appeared.
In Airedale Street. Used for early punk gigs from August 1977. The building is still there but are anonymous offices now. Johnny Volume got arrested outside here in late August, after pulling Spike from the Masochists off the stage and abusing a cop or two.
We finally extracted him from jail but the police had broken bones in his feet with their boots.
Also in Airedale Street, now demolished, it was formerly Charlie Gray's Island of Real. Owned by Bryan Staff, Cheryl Morris and Gary Summerville, it replaced Zwines as the key venue in 1979. Increasingly violent into 1980, there would've been a few bodies found when it was knocked down.
Long demolished, this old theatre in Symonds Street was the venue for several large, and important, gigs in 1978 and 79
If you reach the intersection of Symonds Street and Newton Rd, the top floor of the old Edinburgh Castle hotel was a venue for several years, changing name early 1980. There were repeated clashes between the clientele downstairs and the fans upstairs and it got very heavy at times.
Upstairs at the now demolished Victoria Hotel in Victoria Street West, from 1980 onwards. Booked by Doug Hood amongst others.
Another now demolished. This venue - which used to be a drag club called Mojos - was owned by Hugh Lynn and sat on the site of what is now a fairly bland office building in Queen Street, just up from the Saint James near Wakefield Street. This was Auckland's first dedicated punk club, opening late in 1977 but it was somewhat before its time and was short lived.
In Upper Queen Street, the scene of many a one off gig in 77 and 78. Demolished now of course. Also the Orange Ballroom in Newton Rd, and a dozen other halls around the city. Often only once....
Now a Belgian Beer Bar in Vulcan Lane, the Occidental came into its own in the post Zwines era when Proud Scum became stars here. Popular with the Skinheads, who started appearing about then, and the police - it was a toss up as to who were more thuggish.
This anonymous building at 52 Upper Queen Street was, in 79 and 80, a short-lived post Zwines venue. It's still there.
A Ponsonby landmark. People still refer to the road behind as 'behind the Gluepot'. Very conservative in its bookings and crowd, it wasn't until 1980 that Toy Love and The Marching Girls were allowed in, and then only with strict dress codes that kept their crowd out. And Toy Love's drummer, Mike, until he removed his boots....
Now a faceless apartment block sits on the site in Wakefield St, but The Globe had an Auckland rock history that pre-dated punk, with Hello Sailor, Streettalk and Dr. Tree being residents there in the pre-punk days. In 1979 The Terrorways had a residency there that was massive with suburban underage kids, and, once again, the Police Task Force.
Inspired by the legendary Hello Sailor gigs in the mid 70s, upstairs at what is now the Classic Comedy in Queen Street, I suggested The Reptiles play there and they did several gigs in 77 and 78, which are now the stuff of legend. Until the mid nineties the Reptiles posters could still be seen in the windows if you looked up
There were of course many more, Midnight Express, Crofts, Squeeze (an underage venue in Fanshaw Street), the now demolished Maori Centre also in Fanshaw Street. Oh, and about 10,000 parties - at least 4 or 5 every night.
For Brian, Sarah Findlay, Tall Tony & Tich. Miss ya.