As a place to meet likeminded people, share life changing experiences, debate ideas and act as a beacon for those looking for an alternative environment, they are second to none. Beautiful things can happen in there, and you can change people's worldviews and behaviours. Look at Belfast’s own Warzone Centre as such an example.
Unsurprisingly, London had many similar places in the late 60’s through to the late 80’s. One place not seemingly discussed as much as others was the Centro Iberico even though it could trace its heritage to the Spanish Civil War. So full credit to Nick Soulsby for delving into the archives to offer up this tome which balances the politics and the subculture with aplomb.
Beginning with the tale of Miguel J. M García García and his participation in the fight against Franco, which sees him spending 20 years in prison after having a death sentence commuted to life imprisonment, his move to London after being released not only leads to a flurry of activity from the Anarchist Black Cross but also Britain’s only postwar paramilitary organisation: The Angry Brigade.
Thus began the first incarnations of Centro Iberico. Dedicated to supporting and fundraising for the new generation of anti-Franco operatives as well as acting as a hub for the Spanish exiles in London, things start to change when a group calling themselves the Sex Pistols start singing about anarchy in the UK. Then the death of Franco sees the place move into putting on gigs from the likes of Throbbing Gristle, Rudi as well as bands from the burgeoning anarcho-punk milieu.
With a quick pace, many clippings and interviews from attendees and band members, this is an excellent book that does a great job in demonstrating how volatile and potent the early 70’s were for London while also making it clear that there was a clear separation between the early members like Stuart Christie (a Scotsman who wound up on the run from the security services) and the likes of Crass (for whom INLA member Ronan Bennett would act as a link between the two worlds).
A brilliant read. And Ronan Bennett’s letter had me in stitches.


























