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1983 Interview with Jaz Coleman of Killing Joke

Update - review of my first ever live Killing Joke experience at Hull's Spring Street Theatre, July 1983 as featured in Kindred Spirit issue one has now been added at foot of page. As Killing Joke’s 40 th anniversary tour comes to a close, now seems the ideal time to share the interview we did with singer Jaz Coleman, which was featured in issue 3 of Kindred Spirit. I couldn’t believe my luck when through the daughter of a friend of my mum’s (believe it or not) we managed to secure a back stage pass to interview Killing Joke. The interview followed a mesmerizing performance at Tiffany’s, Leeds in December 1983, several months after the release of the brilliant Fire Dances album. Glitzy Tiffany’s seemed a somehow unfitting venue, but once KJ took to the stage the surroundings suddenly became irrelevant. They had us all in the palm of their hands from start to finish as they stomped their way through an awesome set. With his painted face and menacing expressions, Jaz d

Poetry Part Two

Here is another helping of poetry as featured in Kindred Spirit. The first is my own offering and is a poem I felt inspired to write after walking home one Guy Fawkes night circa 1984, whilst bonfire and firework parties were going on all around me. The second poem was featured in issue 3 of Kindred Spirit and the third in issue 2.  I hope you enjoy reading them. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Visions of November Waves of murky brown smoke gently ripple over my tousled head, and that rich, intoxicating aroma plays havoc with my senses, conjuring up a thousand vivid memories of chestnuts, brandy snap, childhood aspirations and hot steamy breath evaporating in the night. Unthinkingly I turn to stare at the stark silhouettes of cold bare trees on parade for the night, then a rainbow coloured shower suddenly bursts into view, glittering like tinsel in the chilled November air, until fading, twinkling, dying it flutters down to kiss the groun