CODE BMUS - Strike Now, There Is No Cover

_¢‚Ǩ_ìNineteen hundred and seventy-eight was ground zero for the UK post-punk explosion. The previous few years had seen raw rock n roll claw its way back into the mass consciousness, but 78 was the year a veritable army of disconnected and discontented art students decided, en_¢‚Ǩ¬®masse mind, to pick up cheap guitars, switch on malfunctioning synthesizers and beat upon cobbled-together drumkits. From the ART COLLEGES they came, inspired by the throbbing rhythms _¢‚Ǩ¬®of PiL, The Pop Group and Pere Ubu, but also by politically-charged reggae and dub such as King Tubby, Prince Far-I and the Coxsone Sound System.\r\nCode BMUS was just such a unit. Four too-smart-for-their-own-good lads converged in London _¢‚Ǩ¬®with an itch to join the fray. Pitched somewhere between squatterpunk art-scrabble and headier _¢‚Ǩ¬®RIO-style instrumental tangle, Code BMUS carved out their own peculiar identity in an unforgiving London music and art scene. For years they plied their trade, hauling their uncon