Archive for February, 2008

TV Casualties…

Work has been hell as of late, I’m sure you know what thats like, right? All I want to do after a long shift at the rubber factory, as of late, is kick my boots off my feet, dine on some take-away curry and pass out on the couch while watching footie highlights… and so, sadly, I’ve lately been neglecting my one true love and devotion, skinbyrds. Well just to show that you lad’s that we’re still thinking of you, here’s a few choice french skinhead videos, after the jump… Read more »

Heads Up New England…

Get into it this weekend with two nights:

This Friday night (February 15th) in Jamaica Plain (21+, no cover):

and then Sunday night in Cambridge (18+, $5):

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Red and Blue.


If I can stay awake long enough I will comment on the (to me) completely improbable and disappointing semifinal and final matches of the African Cup of Nations.

But I just finished watching Blues v Reds and this is what I have to say: Liverpool need to ink Mascherano, and Chelsea need to find a proper replacement for Makelele.

Claude Makelele is without question my favorite living fussball player.

When Madrid let him go, Hierro said:

“I think Claude has this kind of gift - he’s been the best player in the team for years but people just don’t notice him, don’t notice what he does. But you ask anyone at Real Madrid during the years we were talking about and they will tell you he was the best player at Real. We all knew, the players all knew he was the most important. The loss of Makélélé was the beginning of the end for Los Galacticos… You can see that it was also the beginning of a new dawn for Chelsea. He was the base, the key and I think he is the same to Chelsea now.”

That was at the end of the season in 2003. Two years later, Chelsea won the league for the first time in 50 years, and Mourinho named Makelele Chelsea’s player of the year. Read more »

Anger & Fear


Just look at this wee little fresh cut–we’d like to think that the soundtrack to a gleaming razor being applied to such a young chaps head would be somtheing akin to this weeks mixtape. A little of the UK standbys, some mid-90s US street rock, classic Italian and Japanese oi, solid true Jamaican reggae and of course modern skinhead heroes!

So, here we go again, a few days late, but the return of the glorious skinbyrd.com mixtape–volume three! Read more »

What Are We Gonna Be?

Oh the game! The beautiful, beautiful game! Of course, we’re talking about football–and not that steroid fueled thick necked yawnfest the NFL–but rather the most popular sport the world over, the one true love of any self-respecting byrd and the joy of every youth on the street. I know we’ve promised you more coverage of the leagues, but just getting boys away from the pubs long enough to scribble or pound the keys has been more of a hassle than we anticipated. The pull of lager, whiskey and cider is too great!

Hopefully you’ve been keeping tabs on neck and neck horse race that BPL has turned into, with Arsenal and Man U scraping and clawing over each other for the glory, every point being worth more than its weight in gold. Meanwhile, amongst the dregs, Fulham struggles to stay clear of regulation–turning it on in the last minute this week to clear three, keeping the dream alive. Then there is the African Cup, with the seemingly unstoppable Cote-d’Ivoire’s thrashing of Guinea and Ghana’s startling ten man upset of African powerhouse Nigeria–will they meet in the final? And finally, I cry myself to sleep over the nightmare that my beloved FC Barcelona’s season has become, so much promise coming in, only to spend most of the year sniffing around Real Madrid’s refuse. Speaking of which, me and some of the geezer’s hit up a viewing of the rather brilliant Zidane, Un Portrait Du 21e Siècle, and I can’t recommend it enough… Read more »

Even tough guys need someone, sometimes…

With Valentines day coming up an’ all, we figured we’d get a little sappy. Just look at these lovely byrds, out on the prowl for some working class yob to call their own, and then there’s that poor lost lad in the background… so lonely in his dreary world of working on the docks, living on chips and pints or marmite an’ toast–with nothing to look forward in life but the dream of another failed Liverpool run at the title… no one waiting at home, cooking up a proper toad in the hole, or bangers an mash… Well, Cock Sparrer feels the lads pain… Read more »