An archive from 1965, like Wolfie Smith and Jimmy White, Dick Porter comes from Tooting. As an infant, his pram was regularly parked outside the reggae stall in Broadway Market, generating a lifelong attachment to pounding dub riddims. Having made the acquaintance of Prince Rainier of Monaco in 1970, he was beguiled by glamour and spent much of the subsequent years consuming the output of Slade, T. Rex and their stompy, bacofoil ilk. A veteran of the Punk Wars, Dick fronted a succession of best-forgotten anarcho bands such as Thalidomide Child and Trees & Flowers. Having failed to get to grips with straight society, largely on account of his misanthropic tendencies, Porter started writing stuff. Who knows why? It’s not as if anyone asked him to. Taking the advice of his imaginary guru, Mark E Smith, Dick left the Capitol to pitch up in a place where they don’t expect nuthin’. He doesn’t care for anything, much.
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