Bombsite Fanzine 1977; The Worst

Eric's September 3rd 1977 The Buzzcock's, The Rage and The Worst;
In the gritty heart of working-class Britain, amidst the backdrop of unemployment and disillusionment, there emerged a band that embodied the raw, unfiltered spirit of youthful rebellion. The Worst, they were aptly named, but in their worstness, they represented something profound. These lads weren't polished or groomed for stardom; they were the antithesis of traditional bureaucracy. They were the poster children for a generation that had had enough, a generation that craved authenticity and grit over gloss and conformity. As the Worst took to the stage with their ragtag equipment, they were a living testament to the punk ethos. They didn't care about their image; they cared about the message they were sending. It wasn't a call to support the downtrodden, as Billy Bragg and Paul Weller might have urged. No, their message was a call to action: let's forge a new path, let's be the entrepreneurs and self-starters of our own destiny. In the summer of their ascent, the Worst served as an inspiration to countless others. Bands sprouted up across the country, each looking and sounding like a carbon copy of their punk predecessors. But we didn't need hundreds; a few would suffice to carry the punk legacy forward. These lads, born from the very DNA of the streets they prowled, were a vital piece of that puzzle. Their ambivalence toward their own image only added to their mystique. Onstage and off, they projected an aura of nonchalance, as if to say, "We're not here to impress you; we're here to disrupt the status quo." The Worst were also a symbol of discipline and obedience, traits one might not immediately associate with punk rock. But this discipline was what matured their punk image, transforming it into something more than just anarchy for anarchy's sake. It became a moral compass, a quest for freedom in a world that seemed determined to stifle it. Yet, the most remarkable thing about the Worst was their lack of records. In an era obsessed with vinyl and commercial success, they stayed true to their core. They were part of a lineage of bands that didn't go mainstream, fanzine writers who didn't pen bestsellers, designers who refused to compromise their styles. They were the keepers of the flame of 1977, a testament to the do-it-yourself spirit that defined an era. To give them a record deal would have been to strip away the spontaneity and authenticity that made them special. They weren't in it for the fame or fortune; they were in it to make a statement, to be a living, breathing embodiment of a time and a movement. The Worst may have been just a blip on the musical radar, but they were a vital part of a larger tapestry, a symbol of resilience and defiance in the face of adversity. In their worstness, they were the best of what punk rock stood for. They represent the legacy of many, the punks that served in the trenches. Bands that did not go vinyl but stayed true to their core. The fanzine writers that did not write a book and sell out to a publisher. The designers that made their own clothing and did not compromise their styles. To take away the spontaneity would dilute the do-it-yourself vision of 1977.
Below; Early Buzzcock's Manchester Classic