BlackPoo and Hot Pink Sewage: a Glorious Toilet Affair
HOT PINK SEWAGE—Photo courtesy of S
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Blackpool doesn’t go quiet once Rebellion packs up. The town thrashes with DIY noise all year round. Venues like Scream & Shake, Bootleg Social, Alt3, The Washington, West Coast, The Tache, and The Waterloo Music Bar keep the amps hot, serving anarcho, hardcore, street punk, ska, and the downright bizarre. From sweaty basement gigs to full-blown weekenders, there’s always something snarling in the shadows.
Local crews like BlackPoo, Death Trails, The Hate, P45s, Hot Pink Sewage, and countless others throw satire, fury, and raw energy into the mix. It’s not about polish or profit—it’s passion, protest, and community. Punk lives here in back rooms, skate parks, and sticky-floored bars. Loud. Local. Alive.
BlackPoo: Punk from the Sewers of Blackpool
BlackPoo—Photo courtesy of S
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Born in the bowels of Blackpool, BlackPoo proudly claim the title of the shittest band in the universe. They detonated their filthy debut at Rebellion Fringe 2024 inside Scream & Shake, unleashing a relentless wall of shit noise that left no ear safe.
The lineup of local delinquents:
The Barron—bass that rumbles like a blocked drain
Mr Nasty Pasty—guitar hacks like a rusty chainsaw
Dr. Incognito—drums made of bin lids, pots, and pans
Boozy the Clown – vocals: a staggering mess of drunken rage
BlackPoo—Photo courtesy of S
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BlackPoo channels the chaotic filth of Disorder, Chaos UK, and Chaotic Dischord, but with more nonsense and less polish. Their “hits” include Sponge & Custard (a drunken pub relic from the ’90s), Drunk Punx, Brida!, Mental, and I Wants!
They’ve been crashing stages across the UK ever since, confusing crowds and occasionally managing an actual song. Next on the horizon? More gigs. More chaos. And the recording of what may well be the worst songs ever committed to tape.
The legendry Scream and Shake—Photo courtesy of S
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Forget the seafront. Blackpool’s punk pulse howls from the backstreets. On Birley Street sits Scream & Shake, a horror-soaked dive run by Kurt Walsh, punk lifer, horror obsessive, and full-time lunatic. Part haunted house, part wax museum, all DIY chaos, the bar is stuffed with gore props, horror kitsch, and amps that never sleep. Kurt’s own band, Hot Pink Sewage, brings slime, costumes, and unhinged punk theatrics that feel like a John Waters flick with distortion pedals.
The venue is the beating heart of the Rebellion Fringe Festival, giving stage time to acts too raw, weird, or dangerous for the Winter Gardens. It’s where BlackPoo’s infamy began and where punks gather year-round for noise, nonsense, and cheap pints.
HOT PINK SEWAGE Photo courtesy of S
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I came for punk. I left with tinnitus, emotional damage, and a craving for custard.
From the opening screech of Drunk Punx, it was clear: this wasn’t music; it was a mugging. Boozy the Clown shrieked like he’d lost a fistfight with a bottle of Buckfast. Mr. Nasty Pasty’s guitar tone should be classed as a hate crime. The Barron’s bass felt like my ears needed a tetanus shot. And Dr Incognito? Pretty sure he was hitting a radiator with a ladle.
HOT PINK SEWAGE Photo courtesy of S
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The crowd: confused, drunk, possibly cursed. Songs like BUMFIT turned nonsense into gospel chants. Between the chaos, they slipped in political venom (Free Palestine, Fuck Nazis), proving they actually give a damn.
But the true masterpiece? Sponge & Custard. Sticky, surreal, possibly written by dessert itself. I laughed. I cried. I spilled my pint.
BlackPoo aren’t trying to be good. They’re trying to be BlackPoo—the shittest band in the universe. And against all odds, that’s better.
Rating: 1/10 – Would absolutely suffer again.
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