Featuring riding from Wozzy, Tommy Gore, Gaz Hunt, Tim Evans, Addy Snowdon, Sam Waller, Sandy, Jambul, Clarky and Leo McKenna.
Full video in the works.
Pieced together with a similar free-jazz flavour as such under-the-radar classics as Skapegoat 6 and What Goes On, Andrew Mick’s Volume Tape 2 is a twenty minute voyage across the lesser-seen portions of the United States, featuring rusty banisters, enviable concrete skateparks, honed skateboarders, scenic mountains, frosty waterfalls, freight trains and dogs leaping down stairs.
Unrestricted by the shackles of individual rider sections and the ‘no skatepark footage’ rule enforced by militant spot bores, the video is a true visual mezze, served with both the flavoursome salad of laid back vibery, and the chunky halloumi cheese of some highly bodacious motions.
Without going into a thorough Roger Ebert style synopsis of the whole video and churning out a comprehensive list of all tricks accomplished, I will say that Animal 1 Brooklyn Banks fence hopper Grimaldo Duran has a couple of clips in there, Ratkid ice-picks someone’s windowsill and someone (presumed to be Eric Schalles) does a very satisfying looking wall-carve.
Andrew himself probably deserves a mention too. Along with some particularly aggressive, puma-esque leaps on some decrepit prehistoric flatbanks and a fair few tetanus-inducing handrail assaults, he also throws in a few left-field curveballs such as the seldom-seen nollie-feeble-hardway and a very dodgy, high-risk leant out icepick on the side of a multi-storey car-park. It should also be noted that whilst he does some fairly bold moves, he does them all in clothes that fit correctly, and there’s no sign of any leopard print blouses or Seinfeld-esque puffy shirts.
What else is there to say? Does it matter that there’s no credits apart from some handwritten names on a sheet of lined paper? Do you care what camera it was filmed on? Is 20 minutes the optimum running time for a video before ‘trick fatigue’ sets in? Where abouts is that massive full-pipe? Are endless questions mildly irritating? Stop reading this waffle and watch the video.
Click here if you want the hard copy.
Two minutes of unhinged dopery. The seizure-inducing graphics are a bit intense, but everything else about this is mint.
Heard a few nights ago that some people had never seen this video. What do people do with their time?
8 minutes of unadulerated dopery featuring some high-speed Wormz antics, George D on a yellow bike and Will Taubin on beat duty. Paul Horan’s mid-line glasses adjustment still gets talked about to this day.
In unrelated news, the new zine from Reyes and the new Challenger (along with some Strangeways mix CDs) should be here fairly soon.
They might not realise it… but the current wave of progressive peg practitioners owe Addy Snowdon a cold and refreshing pint of premium lager beer.
Not only was he the first man on earth to conquer a hefty number of advanced level grind combinations (such as the Predator II AKA the ice-to-over-ice) – but he did them all on the damp pavements of the North West of England, in a humble manner, whilst working a full time job.
As he continues to map unchartered two-wheeled territory across the North West (and occasionally beyond), The Central Library asked him to travel back into the depths of recent history to reveal the visual Duplo blocks that made him the man he is today.
Put simply, here’s his five favourite video parts from over the years…
Not sure if the Neighbourhood Watch still exists, but back in the 90s you used to see those funny little yellow signs on lamp-posts all over the place. Seemed popular with curtain twitching snitches and old women. Anyway, this is the new 90East video.
This is an interview with Amos Burke about Glasgow in the ’90s, handrails, Americans and the humble discipline of flatland. It was conducted over e-mail over a few months in the early portion of 2017, and was originally published in the second issue of Red Steps.
Thanks to Dan Jukes for the recent photographs and thanks to Amos for putting up with my constant mither.