fuck the royal wedding

Never Mind the Monarchs

It’s Royal Wedding week. We honestly couldn’t be more excited. We love our bread and circuses in Thee Faction. As you know, we’re having our own little celebration on Friday. It’s at the Buffalo Bar in London. We’re on early – about 9pm – but for once that might not form the high point of the evening, cos after us you’ve got Art Brut masquerading as Fuck Off Piss Off, a UK punk covers band, and then Guided Missile playing punk 7″s til 4am. It’s even got The Washington Post excited (we kid you not).  You genuinely don’t want to miss this. Here are all the details.

But we’ve posted about that before. The new news is this: one of our most approved podcasters – Planet Mondo – has put together a superb ‘cast to celebrate this most royal of weeks. Entitled Never Mind the Monarchs, it’s 75 minutes of brilliant music and entertaining chat. Kicking off with a bit of Carry On brilliance, followed by the Bonzos take on Rule Britannia, and straight into (inevitably) the Pistols doing you-know-what, this is essential listening for the week.

And, if you need any further incentive to listen, about 40 minutes in Captain Mondo spins Thee Faction’s ‘366’ and says lovely things about the Guild.

Go and listen now. It’ll get you in the mood.


F*ck the Royal Wedding

On April 29th William Windsor, or Wales or Mountbatten or Saxe-Coberg or whatever he calls himself, is marrying Kate Middleton. Or Katherine, as she is apparently going to have to call herself. The state, in its generous wisdom, has given us all the day off so that we can line the streets, waving union flags, and eating cupcakes at trestle tables. It’s going to be fantastic, obviously. However, eventually darkness will fall upon us, and we will be left with that feeling of coitus interruptus – of unconsummated physical love for our eventually-to-be king and queen.

What to do about those blue-balls for blue-blood? Bring ’em along to the F*ck the Royal Wedding party at the Buffalo Bar. With Thee Faction onstage at 21.00, an all-star punk rock covers band (F*ck off P*ss Off) knocking out some of your fave punk rock classics, and our hosts – Guided Missile – spinning rockin’ tunes til dawn, there is no way on the People’s earth that you can go home unsated. Coitus very much completed, comrade.

Do  not miss this. These ruling class nuptials pop up but once every two or three decades. They give us days off for ’em. Use that day wisely. Come to the F*ck the Royal Wedding party, and wear your best clothes.