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Please forgive us if we will be acting like complete fan girls. We absolutely and dearly love Rita Lynch — our next featured artist on Indieterria. We have seen her live on January 1st, in Worcester, have her records in our musical archives and can hardly wait to see her perform at Musicians Against Homelessness on 22nd September.

Read on, this is one of our favorite interviews yet! The genre is not only very much alive and kicking; it is going through a period of renaissance. It may be a bit older and wiserless drunk and more philosophical at times, yet its message against austerity, social alienation and economic devastation rings loud and clear.

Political climate is certainly helping to bridge the age gap between new audiences and the underground legends and helps deliver a musical middle finger exactly where it hurts the most.

Party crowd on the pier was hardly garden variety

Yet, looking for rebellion is not the only reason why the kids turn to punk rock. Its biggest strength definitely lies in the authenticity and originality, constant re-definition and self-discovery. We have teamed up with Rita Lynch, the first lady of punk to speak about her career, surviving the odds and her plans for her rock and roll future.

You were first introduced to music when attending a Catholic school. Apparently, a nun has taught you how to play a guitar. Were the nuns really that supportive? Rita Lynch: The nun who taught me guitar was one of the better ones. She obviously enjoyed playing guitar herself and, as gay go especially all those years ago, she was slightly more interested in creativity.

She had already put one of my stories in the school magazine. She also had given me the cane, a couple of times, once for laughing in church. None of the teachers back then were that interested in a shy child like me who was always case ill. So she was a bit of a rita to me all those years ago. Can you recall some of the wild days and tell us who were in the band beside you?

We were a 4 piece band. I played bass and helped write the songs, but I did not sing. During our time we had 2 party singers. The first was a woman called Caspar; she had a brilliant voice but left us quite quickly. The guitarist was not very good but the drummer had played before so we, the garden and drums, mostly held it all together.

One squat gig, we played at the Demolition Ballroom on Stokes Croft, Bristol and somebody pulled the plug on us, we were so bad. We would all get very drunk, maybe take some speed and get up on stage. If we had taken it a bit more seriously, we could have done well, maybe.