MUSIC: Dogshite - Legendary North London Punks
Written by: Shanna F. Jones
Legendary punk band Dogshite have been on the circuit for most of the last two decades. Carmel Reynold’s raw vocals make the band’s sound truly unique. Her husband, Chris Knowles, is a fierce drummer, Guy McAffer has some serious skills on guitar and Carl Hendrix keeps the groove on the bass. Chris and Guy happen to be world famous techno DJs in their own right (playing as Chris Liberator and the Geezer) and Carmel herself DJs punk, ska and reggae under the moniker DJ Tiddles. We spoke to Carmel about punk, loving North London and vigilante nans…
We love your track No Boundary. What inspired the song?
The reason I love it so much is that it’s very topical for this moment in time with the displaced migrants and I feel so emotional whilst singing it…”Don’t need a passport telling me I’m free! They make the borders but we’re free to leave! No Boundary!” Funnily enough Chris wrote it about 2 years ago before all this happened.
You’ve lived in North London for 20 years now, what do you love about it?
I’ve lived in North London for 20 years now after growing up in Hackney and then relocating to Croydon for 4 years then moved back, squatted in Stoke Newington and Hackney before finally settling in Archway where I live now. I love North London because of the multiculturalism aspect of it. There’s so much to do and see, as regards to nightlife and daylife (as it were). There are amazing green spaces such as Waterlow Park and Hampstead Heath and also my favourite pizza restaurant, Pizza Pappagone on Stroud Green Road.
How long have Dogshite been together and how do you all know each other?
Dogshite have been together for a long time now but have mutated and changed somewhat to become what we are now. Chris and Guy originally started it as a laugh and then I joined as singer and wanted to take it seriously and play gigs. David Casanova joined as our original drummer, Chris was on bass but now he plays drums and Carl Hendrix plays bass. We all knew each through the underground rave and squat scene and have known each other for at least 20 years now.
How has London shaped your band creatively?
London has shaped us largely because of the bloody great scene it has had throughout the years; the underground squat, rave and Punk scene. Everyone inspires one another and we all have a common political ethos.
How would you describe the energy of your music?
We all write the songs in the band and my slant on writing is quite feminist, Chris is quite political, Guy is very funny and writes hilarious songs, one is called ‘My Nan’s a Vigilante’. We play a very eclectic mix of styles from punk, ska, surf, rock n roll and reggae which I think is great, but we love all genres of music so surely it will show in our own material.
Keep up with Dogshite’s raucous gigs here
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