[dropcap style=”font-size:100px; color:#992211;”]’E[/dropcap]very number was another thick layer of royal icing on the garage cake and just when you thought things had formed into beautiful stiff peaks, something like ‘Boss Hoss’ would whip you up even further and take you to a swirling hypnotic extra dimension’
– Carl Byron Batson gets culinary describing The Sonics’ rare London gig at Koko earlier this month. Luckily, he didn’t get sugar on his lens. Photos:
All photos by Carl Byron Batson. Not to be reproduced without prior permission.
Final shot shows Glen Matlock introducing The Sonics
Photographer, published poet, former party animal, body builder, grave robber
to the stars and renowned chainsaw juggler, Carl can often be spotted on his
Harley Davidson pretending to be in Terminator 2. He is also frequently seen in
the press pits of old London town, camera in hand, avoiding being hit by bottles
of wee and crippling his opposition with secret Kung Fu moves.
The Sonics. Only the greatest garage punk bank of all time! I played in a band back in 1985/86, The Pychophonics (maybe you saw us play at CBGB’s). We covered “Boss Hoss” “Psycho” and “The Witch.” Of course, our versions were not even in the same league as The Sonics.