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The Walls Are Screaming XXVI

FRANCE // OCTOBER 2015

Entartete Kunst VII

THAILAND // JANUARY 2016

And The Clocks Were Striking Thirteen II

Resistance is futile. Resistance is everywhere.

GERMANY // SEPTEMBER 2014

You Know You Want One XII

Fun Telefon

GERMANY // SEPTEMBER 2014

Animal Farm XIV

FRANCE // APRIL 2011

The Walls Are Screaming XXII

SPAIN // AUGUST 2010

Blame The Parents VII

FRANCE // JULY 2010

The Walls Are Screaming XXI

THAILAND // JANUARY 2017

Panem Et Circenses III

Celebrated photo journalist Steve McCurry, who recently started calling himself a ‘visual story teller’ after some of his images were found to be photo-shopped, at the opening of his Lifetime of Work exhibition in Bangkok, posing for selfies with fans in front of his iconic image of Sharbat Gula. Gula who was recently arrested, incarcerated and deported from Pakistan to Afghanistan and while the creator of her portrait, one of the best known photographs in the world, is a celebrity, Gula, the portrait’s subject remains ostracized and disenfranchised.

THAILAND // NOVEMBER 2016

Orgasms Are Great IV

FRANCE // SEPTEMBER 2011

Fuck Everything XV

GERMANY // JUNE 2014

Fuck Everything XIV

THAILAND // JANUARY 2016

Entartete Kunst V

THAILAND // JANUARY 2016

Animal Farm XI

Up to a 100 million sharks are killed every year to supply the Chinese thirst for shark fin soup, a dish that tastes of nothing and costs a fortune. The Chinese shark fin mafia is a criminal and global concern, fishing illegally as far away as central America, often in protected waters while paying off weak and corrupt local governments. Once the sharks, the top of the oceanic food chain, are gone, major collapse of some sea creatures is expected. Just another case of greedy fucking humans.

For more information on the illegal killing of sharks for cash, check out Rob Stewart’s excellent documentary Sharkwater.

THAILAND // OCTOBER 2016

The Walls Are Screaming XVI

The crowd surges forward. The singer, a 40 something skinny white guy, screams into the microphone, which has been taped to the top of a camera stand. The room is so hot that water drops from the ceiling. The linoleum is coming off the floor as long torn rolls of dirty plastic. The drums thud like painful bowel movements, the guitars sing like angle-grinders. The entire room feeds back and one has the feeling of being inside the moving turbine of an airliner. But it’s not unpleasant. It´s punk rock. The only lights come from a projector and a bed side table lamp. The bar sells little more than beer. A man in front of me bumps into a big woman who falls heavily. For a second it looks like she is going straight through the floor, but the building remains structurally intact. A young muscular punk with a Mohawk and a T Shirt that reads ‘Teach your children to worship Satan’ is trying to hang sheets across the broken windows – the cops have already been around once tonight, concerned about the noise. The skinny old white guy starts screaming again. The crowd, unkempt, lost souls in need of a wash for the most part, pogo and dance, drink and scream like there’s no tomorrow.
New York? London? Paris? Berlin?

No, this is Bangkok, Thailand. Welcome to the Overstay, the city’ s dirtiest, skuzziest, most alternative music venue and hotel. It’s 3am on a Saturday night and the no-name punk band clears the stage. The audience, young low-budget wasters  – hippies and crusties, punks, freeloaders and the confused – have trolled in from the near-by Khao San Road, Bangkok’s backpacker ghetto, bringing a few Thai night lights – rock chicks, tattooed hard men and other lonely souls with them. There’s one more band to play. Waiting for them is like waiting for the end of the world – everything at the Overstay is slightly apocalyptic, starting with the toilets and including all other aspects of this cheap flop house cum music venue.

In fact, the Overstay is so much more than a hotel, bar or club – in its hallowed existence, the establishment has managed to ignite a shit storm of negative publicity on the Internet, garnering shocked reviews for its one-dollar rooms (free in low season) on Trip Advisor and many other hotel-booking pages. Reviewers gush forth hundreds of words, warning fellow travelers about the pitfalls of the Overstay – dirty, unsafe, noisy as hell, with the foreign owner allegedly enslaving those who can no longer pay into running errands. And yet, some of those very same reviewers stay four nights. Beats me.

Prior to its current incarnation, the Overstay had a much more traditional function. The building, located in Thonburi, east of the Chao Praya River, was a brothel. It’s said that two murders took place in there during its glory days. A resident ghost is rumored to haunt the building, but I never did venture into the toilets and hence missed him/her.
As the next and last band, The Klong Riders, get ready for their show, the audience, tanked on Leo and Chang, the cheapest beers available in Thailand and the only ones for sale at the Overstay, has a chance to meditate on a unique cultural gem – this, for better or worse – is Bangkok’s only squat. It is also the city’s only underground music venue of sorts. The Overstay has no air-con, no cocktails and no chattering ex-pats in ironed polo-shirts with dolled up secretaries in tow. There are no journalists here and even what you might call regular tourists are unlikely to be attracted by the decor and the ambience.

The Overstay is completely horrible and many voices on the Net demand the place is closed down. In 2016, the cops and military busted the place and arrested its owner.Fortunately, the place made a come-back and is still going.

Traditional voices continue to rail against Bangkok’s number one underground venue. It is not safe.  It is a shame to Thailand. It would be an embarrassment in any city, and this makes the Overstay vital in Thailand’s capital, an urban sprawl of eleven million people that boasts no alternative music venues. Virtually no rock bands play in this town and those who do are forever in search of clubs to play. Most night spots are either karaoke-hell meat markets, internationally themed pubs in the worst possible taste, or bright, cool and aspiring spaces for the aforementioned chattering classes and wealthy, bored hipsters. Youth rebellion and RocknRoll don’t quite fit into traditional Thai culture. That’s why there are thousands of disenfranchised kids out on the streets every night with nothing to do, smoking amphetamines and racing their souped-up bikes into early teenage graves (or urns, as local culture and faith prescribes). Unlike their adolescent equivalents elsewhere, these kids have no cultural outlet. And they don’t even have an Overstay, as that is dominated by foreigners.

The Klong Riders hit the stage. That´s a largely metaphorical statement, there is no stage as such. The band plugs in on the third floor and roars off, the crowd shakes and screams, they know they are getting their money’s worth – admission is only a dollar and a half. The singer, a tall skinny guy playing his pitch-black semi-acoustic like a machine gun, vomits up his soul and launches into a surf guitar instrumental loud enough to douse the local community in sonic napalm.

Welcome to the Overstay. Check it out. Just don’t use the toilets.

THAILAND // FEBRUARY 2016

Orgasms Are Great

FRANCE // AUGUST 2010

Fuck Everything XIII

Fuck you

FRANCE //AUGUST 2010

Love In The Age Of Intolerance VIII

THAILAND // OCTOBER 2016

Panem et Circenses II

FRANCE // JULY 2010

Panem Et Circenses

The construction of an image.

Press photographers focus in on a young girl running around with the Tricolore at the Front National’s (France’s far right party) headquarters in Paris during the presidential election. Candiate Marine Le Pen won 18% in the first round of the election.

FRANCE // MAY 2012

The Walls Are Screaming XV

FRANCE // OCTOBER 2012

The Walls Are Screaming XIV

Guest post by Rāj Hegde

MALAYSIA //  AUGUST 2013

And The Clocks Were Striking Thirteen

“There is no dark side of the moon really. Matter of fact it’s all dark.” – Pink Floyd

Headphone bar in Barcelona

SPAIN //  AUGUST 2010

Fuck Everything XII

FRANCE // DECEMBER 2010

Humans Outside New York XXVIII

It’s Chinese New Year today and The Devil’s Road is cautiously optimistic, despite things being what they are and will be, at the start of the year of the Red Fire Chicken.

THAILAND // FEBRUARY 2015

Blame The Parents VI

‘When there’s no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth.’ – George Romero

FRANCE // SEPTEMBER 2010

Love In The Age Of Intolerance VI

THAILAND // NOVEMBER 2016

Fuck Everything XI

Fuck Death as well!

THAILAND // FEBRUARY 2015

The Walls Are Screaming X

As there’s so much fake news and post-truth news and newspeak out there, doubting official narratives, be they government or mainstream media, appears to be just as important as keeping one’s distance to the far out right wing conspiracy cosmos that’s growing on the Internet and slowly seeps into our daily lives. Two realities increasingly divorced from what’s actually going on are competing for our attention. Do your own thing!

TURKEY // JUNE 2013

Humans Outside New York XXV


Mary Henry: “It’s funny.. the world is so different in the daylight. In the dark, your fantasies get so out of hand. But in the daylight everything falls back into place again”

From the movie Carnival of Souls

FRANCE // SEPTEMBER 2011

Entartete Kunst III

FRANCE // OCTOBER 2014

Humans Outside New York XXIV

“I love bunnies because they are cute and they fuck all the time.”

During Gezi Park demonstrations, Istanbul tattoo artist Bunny King inked protesters free of charge to create visual reminders of those heady days.

TURKEY // DECEMBER 2013

You Know You Want One V

I’m gonna be so big, I’m gonna be a big star and I will never return
Never return, no, never return, to burn at this piss factory
And I will travel light, oh, watch me now

‘Piss Factory’ – Patti Smith

BELGIUM // OCTOBER 2011

The Walls Are Screaming IX

If there’s one thing that I can’t explain
Is why the world has to have so much pain
With all the ways of communicating
We can’t get in touch with who we’re hating (Who we’re hating)
And now we can’t get in touch with who we’re hating

So turn on (turn on), turn on (turn on), turn on (turn on) the news
So turn on (turn on), turn on (turn on), turn on (turn on) the news

I hear it every day on the radio
Somebody shoots a guy he don’t even know
Airplanes falling out of the sky
A baby is born and another one dies
Highways fill with refugees now
Doctors finding out about disease
With all this uptight pushing & shoving
That keeps us away from who we’re loving (Who we’re loving)
That keeps us away from who we should be loving

“Turn On The News” – Hüsker Dü

TURKEY // JUNE 2013

Entartete Kunst II

Modern art says Thank You, Bangkok.

THAILAND // FEBRUARY 2015

Humans Outside New York XX

A very determined Hijra in Madurai, the most common term for trans women in India and Pakistan.

“All men are liars, said Roberta Muldoon, who knew this was true because she had once been a man.”

‘The World According to Garp’  – John Irving

INDIA // JULY 2016

Fuck Everything VII

John Hammond: “I bring scientists. You bring the rock star.”

‘Jurassic Park’ – Michael Crichton

GERMANY // JUNE 2014

The Walls Are Screaming VIII

Raise your glass to the hard working people
Let’s drink to the uncounted heads
Let’s think of the wavering millions
Who need leading but get gamblers instead
Spare a thought for the stay-at-home voter
Empty eyes gaze at strange beauty shows
And a parade of the gray suited grafters
A choice of cancer or polio

INDIA // JULY 2016

The Walls Are Screaming VI

“Every positive value has its price in negative terms… the genius of Einstein leads to Hiroshima.”
– Pablo Picasso

INDIA // MAY 2016

Humans Outside New York XVIII


You say Rolls I say Royce
You say God give me a choice
You say Lord I say Christ
I don’t believe in Peter Pan
Frankenstein or Superman
All I wanna do is

Bicycle bicycle bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle bicycle bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle

‘Bicycle Race’ – Queen

INDIA // AUGUST 2016

Blame The Parents II

Airbnb, Marseille.

FRANCE // NOVEMBER 2015

Fuck Everything VI

They’re only in it for the money.

GERMANY // JUNE 2014

Blame The Parents

No Straight Lines….

FRANCE // MAY 2014

You Know You Want One IV

German children learn the art of arbitrary arrest from a young age.

GERMANY// OCTOBER 2014

The Walls Are Screaming V

‘If you have nothing else to be proud of, there is always patriotism.’

GERMANY // JUNE 2014

Fuck Everything V

Again.

FRANCE // MARCH 2016

Humans Outside New York XII

Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?

FRANCE // AUGUST 2016

Fuck Everything IV

This fucking city
Is run by pigs
They take the rights
Away from all the kids

Understand
We’re fighting a war
We can’t win
They hate us
We hate them
We can’t win, no way!

 ‘Police Story’ – Black Flag

THAILAND // OCTOBER 2016

The Walls Are Screaming IV

Have you seen this bird?

THE NETHERLANDS // JUNE 2014

Punk Never Die

Oh, East is East and West is West, and never the twain shall meet,
Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God’s great Judgment Seat;
But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth,
When two strong men stand face to face, though they come from the ends of the earth!

The Ballad of East and West – Rudyard Kipling, as seen from a hairdresser’s in Mawlamyine.

BURMA // NOVEMBER 2015

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