Punk Planet has gone under. Motherfucker.

Punk Planet was one of the very few magazines of the past decade that I felt genuinely proud to say I’ve written for. It was smart, intelligent and full of informed argument, politics and criticism. Dan always made sure he paid his contributors what he could. I really dug its chunky design too. I’m not sure how many people know this, but when Steve Gullick and I started Careless Talk Costs Lives (the forerunner of Plan B) it was one of the very few magazines that I showed to Andrew Clare as an example of what I liked in publishing. I’m not saying it was necessarily a direct influence on what we did, but I certainly held it as an example that a smart, soulful, passionate magazine based round music could survive and indeed prosper.

And now it’s gone, partly due to some major-ass problems with its distributor (a worry that every independent publisher is acutely aware of - indeed, if it hadn’t been for a fortuitous bit of timing on Plan B’s part a little over a year back, we might not even be here now).

Motherfucker. Suddenly, the world seems that little bit darker.