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   CHARGE 69 - New Album Featuring Charlie Harper   


The FUNGALPUNK website has published a glowing review of the new Charge 69 album 'Much More Than Music' which features Charlie Harper on vocals amongst other punk luminaries.
Dave Fungalpunk, the world's most truthful reviewer has given a massive thumbs up on ALL TEN TRACKS! Blimey! There's a first! It really must be bloody good!
"...10 tracks, 10 tip top treats and I am sure something for everyone. Hey if this shouter for the new breed and ever wallowing pig in the mire at the bottom can find this so appealing I am sure there are a fuckin' mass of you out there who'll lap it up - go un ye ravenous dogs, bite hard!.."

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From Metz comes a band with 20+ years of noise making under their belts and a CD that is a collection of their best sonic shit with their own personal influences hopping up and doing the vocal duties. These French fuckers have pulled out a real surprise bag of treats for those old time punk lovers and this, no matter what, will undoubtedly go down a treat with some before even being played. When not on the old QC I am a sober cunt with an in-built realism and 'people are people' ethic that I thoroughly believe in. Names are not there to drop, impress me not one jot and so I will do my duty here as I usually do it - you know the script. I must admit though, even my curiosity is aroused by what is promised so I gotta squeeze my knackers of noise hard and not get sucked into to any 'whoo hoo sub-celebrity' lunacy.  It is all about balance!
Attack one, 'Phoney Paradise' is a wonderful noxious snipe at the celebrity culture and so-called successful shithawks out there who are in reality slaves to their own distorted needs and shackled by the media commandants who have everything scripted, restricted and very much organised in advance. The whole propaganda machine is bilge and the victims are thoroughly absorbed in the all-consuming shittery involved. This articulate assault is sub-whispered alongside a pulsating underscore of sound that combines to produce a quite unsettling and impressive effect. There is a gratifying affluence of sub-tonality here with deep-rooted emotion and dissatisfaction with the whole situation spilling over and thus assuring me of a very meritous track. The second outburst is a stated not sedated affair with progressive riffage and clashing partitions that culminate in a ditty with quite segmented verse and chorus chunks. 'These Chains' is paradoxically a liberated piece with much spaciousness despite an appreciable slap of sonica thrown in from all departments. The strong and emboldened tuneage is joined in the soaring process by some clear lung hollers and, although not as intriguing as the first jaunt, this is a more than capable upchuck.
On a slightly more rocked up note we are bombarded with the luscious and bitched hunger of 'Rockstar Attitude', a song buzzing with life and given extra vigour by the sweetly rasped tones of our lead lady who is tattooed with rock 'n' roll ethics and who has recognisable tones that really do the business. The staggered 'whoa hoa'd' intercuts may be accused of disturbing the rapid flow but for me it only emphasises all components, especially the fine hallowed switch off where the torn tonsil work creates a nice juxtaposition with the almost holy ambience. A marked track with guaranteed 'oomph' against the sell-out rock jerks out there – lush! Following on is 'The 80's' a spiky bog brush bout of shit smelling traditionalism with straight ahead raw-boned punk piercing the aural receptors and leaving much wounding for blood to seep from. At the helm is an artiste we are all are familiar with and whom fronts a band who were once renowned for hit and miss performances. All that is behind them and here the gob upfront shows what he can do when in the mood. Don't look for marvellous intricacies, grandiose ornamentations to quaff and toss to, just sit back and let the razor sharp deliberateness and unassuming foaming slit you throat and feed on your leaking life - there are worse things one could be doing.
One of the classiest songs of the lot, and certainly one of the most sharp-dressed is the swaggering slant of 'Johnny Good Boy', a casual roam that begins with punctuated bass before swaying around on soft-soled feet and air blown control. From the first laid back verse and through the more posturing chorus we instinctively await a sure-fire thrust - it comes, we indulge and come out the other end completely convinced. A repeat is welcome and I reckon you can perch another feather atop the CD's titfer of success. More serious strains next with the steady anger of 'Uniforms' kicking back against the omnipresent conveyor belt of propagandist bullshit that incessantly tries to keep you in rank and file and to regularly swallow the bilge they force into your throat. This 'spit it out and resist' flashpot of tetchy disgruntlement desires that you think for yourself and refuse their ideas of how to parcel and package yourself (you should fuckin' know this by now). It is a sinewy number ravaged with defiance and athletic riffage that becomes taut to a state that is almost rupturing. Feel the tension, absorb the angst and kick fuckin' back!
Another familiar mouth next borne from pseudo-experimental galaxies of sonic seeking with atmosphere levels wandering higher whilst the cacophonic creators plough out a quite unexpected orbital path. At first one suspects a mere dysfunctional episode is set to manifest itself but what we get is a futuristic bout of tribalistic raving against various ills and injustices. 'Birth Of A Century' is a choice inclusion and real creates a 'whatever next' befuddlement for the listener - always a fine option to chuck in the fuck it bucket. I switch on the boost button and fly forward still looking for a dud in this box of fireworks. I certainly don't find it with the next track, a cracking blurt of blokey streetpunk with a far advanced edge that outdoes the basic Oi expectancies. The song states, debates and delivers with clenched arse passion before becoming wonderfully liquid via a chorus to adore. 'Time To Communicate' is punked property to take pride in, open, pertinent, mouthy and very fuckin' approachable. No fuckin' about, in fact no need to, just a muscular song getting on with the task at hand and slapping it in yer mug - need I explain further? A minor pip in a fruit bowl of high citrus sonica.
Last two (what the fuck) and the stamping incessancy of 'Authority' is torn asunder by a Thompson Gun roll and high lofted guitar stretch before salivated tonsils work away against the chugging underscore of meaty riffage and chunkily slapped skins. A strain in the guts is emitted, a gruelling short-term episode of accurate melody and I for one am still applauding everything that is going on with this CD. We fling ourselves into the last burst of discordance with anticipation at a lofty zenith and get bathed in the spillage known as 'Better Times'. A real clattering effort fronted by one of the most under-rated throat warblers on the block, a dude who has served his apprenticeship, worked his knackers off and still not gained full recognition (oh ye daft cunts). This savoury spunk up of thriving articulation pounds up as a stand out moment and its prominence is helped by the bold strumming, active tympanics and of course our lucid and chomping oral 'erbert. The whole energy of this punctuating finale rises up from depths and gives one hope for better times to come and that, as a struggler with the noggin, is all I can fuckin' hope for - a real fine blast to leave this sterling CD on a bright and breezy pinnacle.
10 tracks, 10 tip top treats and I am sure something for everyone. Hey if this shouter for the new breed and ever wallowing pig in the mire at the bottom can find this so appealing I am sure there are a fuckin' mass of you out there who'll lap it up - go un ye ravenous dogs, bite hard!"
  • This massively exciting album is distributed on CD and vinyl exclusively in the UK through the U.K. Subs specialist record label Time & Matter Records...

The CD and vinyl are available in the UK via the T&M webstore here:

The album features a magnificent vocal on one of the tracks:
'Birth of a Century' - by CHARLIE HARPER...


LP: £15-00 plus postage and packaging
CD: £8-00 plus postage and packaging
CD (catalogue T&M 020) includes:
12 page colour booklet with all the lyrics
Free Charge 69 round sticker
Free Charge 69 postcard
BLUE VINYL LP includes:
Free CD copy in clear plastic sleeve
4 page large colour booklet with all the lyrics
Free Charge 69 round sticker
Free Charge 69 postcard

The blue vinyl LP is limited to 150 copies from T&M...

...exclusively produced for UK distribution


"Each track is a punch in the face that floors the listener, these are killer blows from a pounding and pummelling rhythm section, and for anyone left standing razor sharp guitar riffs slash you in two. The guest vocalists inject their own passion into Charge 69's already potent punk rock mix. Powerful, polished and well produced stuff, catchy and tuneful, a frantic action packed adrenalin soaked street punk riot that is indeed much more than music. No self respecting Punk'n'Roller should be without a copy of this album."
Nuzz Prowling Wolf Blogsite: FULL REVIEW - CLICK HERE


"A crystal clear, punchy and full production means that the guitar, bass and drums provide a solid backbone to the whole album. These are great tunes even without the vocals. You can study the back of the sleeve to see who sung what but really anyone familiar with punk won’t have too much trouble working out who’s on which track as the voices are so recognisable.
Charlie Harper does a magnificent job on Birth Of A Century taking the song up through the gears with ease. This is a quality album throughout and with the prospect of Volume 2 to come later in the year it’s going to be an essential duo for many fans of both Charge 69 and their  borrowed vocalists."
Art Of The State Blogsite: FULL REVIEW - CLICK HERE
"CHARGE 69, the revered French 3-piece punk rock band have released a fabulous and fascinating new ‘Best Of’ record with a quite brilliant twist. Featuring 10 punk luminaries singing the band’s own songs, not in French, as per the originals, but in English. This really is a superb ‘Best Of’ collection with a difference, fully deserving of its title: ‘Much More Than Music’.
Just look at the list of contributors:
TV SMITH (The Adverts) / MATT DANGERFIELD (The Boys) / BEKI BONDAGE (Vice Squad) / COLIN (GBH) / GREG (Outcasts) / CAMPINO (Die Toten Hosen) / CHARLIE HARPER (U.K. Subs) / MICKY FITZ (The Business) / ROGER MIRET (Agnostic Front) / ARTURO BASSICK (The Lurkers / 999)
Formed in 1993, Charge 69 have released 5 studio albums, numerous singles, and had tracks appear on various compilation albums, having also toured all over Europe and Canada."
Vive La Difference!

The second trailer for the album can be watched below:




The new issue of Vive Le Rock magazine (number 27 - June/July 2015) has a great review of the new Charge 69 album on T&M Records, as well as an interview with Caps from the band...

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'PUNKED' is the brand new bi-monthly on-line punkzine published by Johnny Heartbreaker.
The new issue carries a glowing review for the new Charge 69 album featuring Charlie Harper as guest vocalist.
Readers will recall that Issue 1 featured ex-U.K. Subs bass player Paul Slack about his new project.

Check them out folks!
Previous T&M news story about Punked: click here
Below: The album review - click to enlarge image