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Djevara (Redux) – live in Vienna TONIGHT!

TONIGHT: VIENNA (AUSTRIA) @ Arena Beisl Erdberg – Special solo (Redux) show, playing songs from the soon-to-be-released new acoustic album! This is one of my favourite places with some great memories of shows with the full band, and it’s the first time I’ll be playing acoustic or any of these songs in Vienna – Excited! On stage @ 21:30! Bis gleich! :D

New video for upcoming (Redux) track

New #punkviddemo for (live bonus) track from new/upcoming acoustic Djevara (Redux) album … made this afternoon*

IMPRESS ME [live acoustic] (punkviddemo3)


Album available to (pre-)order here:

To everybody who’s already supported by pre-ordering a copy, what can I say: I love you, you’re my fuel – THANK YOU! I hope I’ve justified your faith… you’ll find out soon! :)

Defend The Defenders

(Relates to THIS ARTICLE in The Guardian today )

FOUR. A. WEEK. !!! This situation really is getting more and more desperate by the day. One of my new songs recorded for the upcoming Djevara (Redux) record is in honour/memory of award-winning environmentalist Berta Caceres, an absolute inspiration and a huge heroine of mine, who was ruthlessly assassinated in Honduras last year. While our society teaches us to praise and honour most highly those who are paid to go and bomb and kill people in countries most of us can’t even reliably place on a map, for reasons none of us fully understand, these true heroes and heroines risk their lives everyday without glory, desperately trying to defend their lands and the earth itself from the devastation caused by international greed and post-colonialism, ranging from the now desperate defence the lungs of our planet, the rainforests, to the depopultation and pollution of our oceans and reefs, to the destruction of natural eco-systems and habitats due to insatiable palm oil production, to the defence of lands from yet more dangerous pipelines or fracking, and on and on in seemingly inumerable critical ecological crises. I’ll be continuing to try to use whatever platform I have through my art to raise awareness of and support these amazing people and groups who are our last line of defence in what may be the only true war that matters anymore. We desperately need to wake to what’s happening; this isn’t about pretty fields and nice flowers and cute orangutans; it’s about survival and values. If they lose, If WE lose: we ALL lose. I just pray that we won’t have to learn the hard way the truism: we can’t eat money and we can’t drink shares.
ps if you are interested in booking me for benefit concerts in support of any of the issues highlighted, please get in touch. I am hoping to be much more active in this and other areas of concern this year and in supporting as much as I can. Thanks! x

WIRED vs (REDUX) – live @ The Bird’s Nest FRIDAY 16 JUNE 2017

With support from CUBA!

Reduced To This… TOUR

Reduced To This… acoustic Djevara (Redux) Spring Tour 2017

REDUCED TO THIS… (Acoustic Tour Spring 2017)

Djevara (Redux) - acoustic Spring Tour 2017 (poster)

Announcing the Djevara (Redux) tour this Spring – a short acoustic European tour mainly to showcase and road-test new tracks for the upcoming “Reduced To This” acoustic album which is currently in progress. Hopefully it’ll be an interesting insight into working-things-out. As you’d expect – it’ll be lo-fi, it’ll be heartfelt, it’ll be real, it’ll be imperfect but it’ll be special. Check site for latest dates.

Writing \”Reduced To This\” acoustic…

BOOKING : Still open for concerts this May/June across Europe - get in touch if you are interested in putting on a show: especially interested in house concerts, intimate bars, art events, solidarity or protests, squats, mini festivals, anything interesting/new/open/crazy…
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Photo: Francois Reinke ( )

BACK IN LONDON – Fri 9th Dec! (Birthday Shenanigans)

s has now pretty much become tradition, Anté’s birthday celebrations coincide with Mighty Djevara’s return to London (UK) for a special show at our favourite rebel music bar in the heart of South London / Deptford -The Birds Nest!

Support from noisy punkers Kleine Schweine!

See you there!!


Thanks to all our wonderful fans and friends who came and shared such amazing nights with us over this tour, including celebrating our 800th live show. You’re the best – thanks so much for all your support and we look forward to seeing you all again on the next adventure…
(obo all in “Team Brilliant” and “Team Courageous” – Anté, Geoff, Malc, Joe, Dobrota)

Next: show #800

Next: Show #800. Yup, when I step onto the stage at AZ Köln on Tuesday, it’ll be for the 800th time with this band. Not bad for an outfit all of whose members need to maintain serious “day jobs” (of sorts) to pay the bills (and repair the gear). It’s particularly fitting – and *awesome* – that it’s to be in my “adopted” home town, a place tied to so many of the most important people in my life and, at AZ, a place very special to me, and the location of some the most memorable shows we’ve ever played as well as the source of some of my most treasured friends. Now, despite my degree I’m not usually one for numbers defining my life, but some milestones do make one take stock. This is far more relevant to me than just yet another birthday (I had very little to do with that particular event, apart from just surviving it*).
Over a period spanning well over a decade and numerous albums, I’m the only remaining founding member of a band that has seen numerous line-up changes**. Over the same period, we’ve seen most of our contemporaries disappear (though a very select few have conversely become immensely popular eg ASIWYFA, 65DOS, Reeps One…). We’ve continued to toil in the underground, flying low under the radar of whatever is fashionable, with perhaps the identifying thread being a commitment to artistic integrity, a DIY ethic and a promise to give 100% every single time. It is a path which has not resulted in either riches or popularity ( laugh/cry – delete as applicable ), but these were never the reasons I/we did it and it’s the only way it could ever have worked. We’ve played every kind of show imaginable – from mountain-top squats to university auditoriums, huge outdoor festivals to tiny bars in obscure villages, intimate acoustic shows to huge blast-outs lasting (by request!) over three hours. And yes I know, professional bands may have played this many shows in the last three years alone… but I can only say that to me, it feels like I’ve bared my soul on stage (or wherever) nearly 1000 times, It’s a lot, and each time it hurts and bleeds and cleanses and renews. And then again, the next time. Like some insane addiction. But hey… that’s what love is, isn’t it? My mother still thinks I’m crazy. She’s right, of course. So, even if it all ended after tomorrow, it would still be the project which has completely defined my adult life thus far; outside of my family, it has given me all the most important people and opportunities I’ve ever had, as well as demanded the highest personal sacrifices. But while from time to time I may question specific past strategic decisions (and sigh at the inevitable follies and naiveties of youth), I regret nothing about, in fact am really proud of, what we have achieved, the relationships we have formed, the amazing adventures we’ve had and, perhaps most, having what I genuinely believe are some of the best “fans” a band could ever ask for. It’s a cliché, but every artist knows what I’m talking about when I say that they make every sacrifice worth it. Particularly in the last couple of years, where I’m convinced we’ve been performing at our highest and most intense level ever, and I’ve genuinely often been overwhelmed by the feedback of people whose hearts have been open to receive what we’re trying to communicate- and often at a far deeper level than I’d realized would be possible from playing these weird punk rock songs. I’m so grateful to everyone who has been part of this crazy idea and thus made my life what it is today…

So, special thanks and drinks up to my band comrades-in-arms Malc and Geoff, our most favourite roady Flo, the uber-fantastic Dave Hollingworth (Dorje/Tuska) for producing our albums, and all those who are part of the extended Djevara family.  So, if you’re able, please come and celebrate and share this night with me, with us – to celebrate our past, our present, and our future – come shout. Come cry. Come dance. Come scream. LIVE = VIVA


*which, it turns out, was actually quite a close call. But a story for another time..

**amazingly, 17 people have played as part of the band live at least once since conception!

*** the photo is from the tribute post from my baby brother after we hit 750, which was almost enough to bring a tear to my eyes…

Don’t Bomb Syria

Don't Bomb Syria

Tonight, I suffered the curious and rare sensation of simultaneously feeling both immense pride and overwhelming shame, as thousands of us stood in the cold outside the UK House Of Parliament to make our protest against the government’s insane plan to join in yet another war. We stood and chanted, with our mothers and oldest friends beside us, we sat and “died”, we listened to impassioned speeches, we cheered and we jeered, we lost our voices and found other new ones, and in the end, as we heard the disastrous but almost inevitable result of the vote, we sat in grave silence for a minute – right there in the street facing Big Ben which we had taken over – in respect for the innocent people who will inevitably die as a direct result of British bombs. People who are breathing like you and me right now, but as early as Friday could be dead. Men. Women. Children. Breathless. Extinguished. The ‘terrorists’ themselves will be safe in their bunkers. And we will not be safer.

As I stood there in this emotional, passionate rally, as I did on Saturday, and have done many times before, two things occurred to me. The first was that it was suddenly graphically, emphatically clear how different the stakes were for us – the ordinary citizens – and for the MPs a few hundred metres away from us on the other side. They were inside a building behind bomb barriers, walls, fences, more walls, more barriers, and at least two rows of armed police. We were out there in the cold in Parliament Square. It was painfully clear that the police were there to protect THEM from US, their supposed employers, people whom they are supposed to represent (yes, it’s genuinely hard not to laugh/cry). Some of them had even had the gall to complain on social media at being “harrassed” by their constituents. As if we’d acted out of place, expecting our MPs to give a fuck about our views. And it dawned on me; of course they don’t care about the consequences; because they will never, ever have to deal with them. More terror for them just means an excuse for more power and more war and more surveillance and makes them feel even more important, whereas for us it means the genuine increased possibility of being blown to pieces or otherwise killed in our cities and streets by psycopathic killers, while we go to concerts or eat in restaurants or party with friends. They laugh at us; Tony Blair launched a war which killed hundreds of thousands on false pretenses, and was rewarded with the title of “Middle East Peace Envoy” and now commands a fee of £330,000 to give speeches. They laugh at us.

The second thing was how remarkably easy it always seems to be to generate support for bombing brown people, even with the poorest, most illogical of arguments. It was remarkable to see the distance between the corporate media – obsessed with beating the drums of war and disgustingly one-sided (especially in their attempted character-assassination of Jeremy Corbyn, for example) – and the fears and rationale of these ordinary, informed people. Here at the protest there was a really remarkable mix of Britons from all walks of life who cared intensely about the consequences of yet another war, both here and abroad. They somehow seemed to have digested the sad, sad lessons of Afghanistan, Iraq and Libya, all countries that we’ve seen obliterated within the last 14 years with the help of British bombs and are now still in perpetual states of war and chaos. While of course not everyone will agree with our arguments, it really was astonsihing that David Cameron, Prime Minister of the UK, could get away with writing off this whole section of the public as “terrorist sympathisers”. Let’s review: his plan to eliminate terrorism is to bomb a completely destabilised foreign, Muslim country from the sky and then hope a force of “70,000″ moderate fighters takes over and installs democracy. Moderate fighters which may include… er… up to 40,000 members of Al Qaeda. And they voted for this. Wow. And lest we forget, two years ago the government wanted to go to war in Syria ON THE OTHER SIDE – in other words, had they got their way ISIS would definitely be EVEN STRONGER THAN IT IS NOW. Now, of course I don’t believe for a second that the politicians actually believe any of the nonsensical reasons and lies they tell us, but there must be many ordinary people who do actually believe the official line in good faith. They must believe that, despite all evidence to the contrary and the ongoing increasing chaos in EVERY SINGLE OTHER COUNTRY WE’VE GOT INVOLVED IN IN THE MIDDLE-EAST, we will somehow be better off if British bombs start raining down in Raqqa. Since I don’t meet many of these people in real life, I was trying to imagine what a “DO BOMB SYRIA!” march/protest would look like, what kind of people would make it up. I very much doubt that most of them would be interested in – for example – spending even a fraction of the cost of the bombing on helping some of the refugees this action would inevitably generate. And I would love to know if, in their hearts of hearts, they really genuinely believe that the danger from terrorism in UK/Europe will actually decrease as a result of this military action. It’ll literally be a first.

My final words are for the poor ordinary, long-suffering people of Syria. The doctors, the teachers, the students, the mothers, the brothers, the train drivers. The forgotten people. I genuinely grieve. Having suffered under Assad, then the disintegration of civil war, then ISIS… they now have nine different foreign countries bombing them. What utter, utter insanity. Not for the first time, I’m genuinely ashamed of and completely disown the behaviour of our government. Dear Syrians, I want you to know that they definitely do NOT represent all of the people on this island; thousands, in fact millions, of us oppose them. We did everything we could (legally) do to try to stop them. I’m devastated that it was not enough, and as a result many of you have been guaranteed yet more suffering and impoverishment. I genuinely, deeply hope that the next few years prove us all wrong. That by some miracle, thousands of innocent civilians are not slaughtered by UK bombs, that “70,000 moderate troops” swoosh in and restore a wonderful flowering democracy, that all the Islamist groups are vanquished and nothing even worse than ISIS replaces it, that we won’t be standing outside parliament shouting “DON’T BOMB [NEXT COUNTRY ON LIST]” in a couple of years time, and that in five or ten years we’re all sitting in cafés in Paris laughing and saying “Ah, do you remember when there was that thing called terrorism?”. I’m being honest here – I genuinely, genuinely hope we are WRONG. PLEASE LET US BE WRONG. If, very unfortunately, this is not the result, then all I can offer is that I let them know – these warmongers – as strongly and as loudly as I could that all this violence is NOT IN MY NAME.

Peace to you, brothers and sisters in Syria, and know that we will not forget you, we will not give up the fight and we will not stay silent.