Its 9:30 on a Wednesday night in Hoxton and I’ve just been released from the clink that is my job at a bottle shop, with £13 to my name I hear of a free gig that I can make it to as long as I’m up for a 25 minute run to the Victoria in Dalston, where the headliners are none other than the four piece punk platoon that is Italia 90. Being a recent fan of their music I was more than willing to throw my head around and let their yammer hit my ears. I bolted off in search of the Vic. Then upon my arrival, to combat my windswept barnet I spat in my hands and ran them through my bleach burnt hair, and I was fresh as a daisy. The quirky East London pub was an interesting setting for a punk gig, behind a speak easy book shelf, there is a large event space, where as I walked through I could see Italia 90 plugging in and their lead vocalist Les Miserable, pacing the stage. As the Vic filled up, Italia 90’s rumbling and rebelling sounds started emerging. Their bott