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new york hardcore, one pound and ninety nine pence, unbelievable, like i said last week, punk rock is alive and well and available in a charity shop in derbyshire, me and barse saw the new york hardcore punk legends at the old bell hotel in saddlergate, derby a few year's ago before the venue shut due to pressure from the local council following the death of a skateboarder who got kicked to death by over-zealous bouncer's at a gig, the bell was a local legend, originally a coaching inn, dating back to around 1680, it attracted thieves and scumbags who would regularly relieve travellers of their cash and jewellery, often escaping through the maze of underground tunnels that run beneath my fair city, the bell became the place to be during the mod era, scooters lining the narrow street, i first became a customer in the early '70's as a patron of the dilly bar, the hangout for the young and trendy underground northern soul scene in the then 'town', [our queen bestowing the 'city' accolade in 1977 as part of her majesty's silver jubilee celebration, note to self, i was 18 years old and hooked into the northern soul /punk rock scene and, to be frank, was more interested in what the 'pistol's were saying than our monarch] , anyway, back to the plot, agnostic front, i think it was a monday night, [i posted up a review of the gig but can't find it now, it's on the blog somewhere if you're interested] punk legends playing to a pitiful crowd of, well, let's count them, around a hundred people at the most, but, you know what, it didn't bother vinny, roger and the rest of the band, they played a memorable gig with passion and pride,the true sound of the underground......