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Oil! - Ironic oi band. THE STORY OF Oil! The mid seventies was a strange time in East Liverpool. The Reform Party had promised much, but did little for the working class. Recession had hit the U.K. like a plague. The garbage men were on strike, the Doc Martin Boot factories had to be SHut down due to an international rubber shortage, and petrol and glue prices were at an all time high. The country was in a state of near anarchy. For whatever reason, such social upheaval seems to spark voice, and creativity from the oppressed in those situations. Basically, no one can explain why some things happen, but Oil! needed to happen, and did! The Clockwork Kid was a local football hooligan who lived in London’s West End on Stavordale Rd. N5, near the park. He was on the dole, as we all were, but moonlighted as a freelance jizzmopper at The White Swallow, a lovely west -end pub that I frequented. I was enjoying a pint, and putting slinky’s on the escalators, when I received a boot party from the kid, moon stomp bovver style. After the bloody good punch up, we SHared a pint and he said to me “Oi! mate join my fuckin band or your dead!”, and so the seeds that were to flower into Oil!, had been planted. A few days later, The Clockwork Kid invited me to come along on a business trip with his mate Private Skick. They were to set sail on an official bootleg, re- issue of a Leif Erickson Viking SHip to prove once and for all, that the Vikings had in fact conquered China sometime around 35,