The Rest is Propaganda by Steve Ignorant

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These cookies ensure basic functionalities and security features of the website, anonymously. Necessary cookies are absolutely essential for the website to function properly. It is the story of how Stephen Williams became Steve Ignorant. This is the story of a lad who learned about life on on the terraces of Upton Park, in the pubs and clubs of East London, behind the counter of Wallis’s supermarket, and why he left that all behind. Rather, it is the story of a young boy who grew up on the streets of Dagenham, wearing Tuf shoes and holey jumpers, being railroaded to a life on the factory floor. The Rest Is Propaganda is not, however, the story of that band. They would become the band that rattled the timbers in the Houses of Parliament, infiltrated teenage magazines, fought savage anti-establishment, pro-humanitarian battles, and challenged the music industry with a new definition of DIY. Over the next seven years, Crass would stencil its name in indelible paint across the face of British culture. Steve had recently been infected with Punk Rock at a gig by the Clash, and Jeremy had a drum kit. It was 1977, and although there were fifteen years and a world of social privilege separating them, the two shared something much more important: their dissatisfaction with the life that society was offering them. The day that Stephen Williams walked up the path to Dial House and found Jeremy Ratter at the end of it, sitting at a typewriter, was undoubtedly an auspicious event for both of them – not to mention for many of us.

The Rest is Propaganda by Steve Ignorant