Saturday was aces. First off the SECRET NUCLEAR BUNKER was the closest I’ve ever been to Chipping Ongar, a minor treat particular to my obsessions but somewhere that ranks highly in the pantheon of places I’ve never been but have always studiously wondered about.
Grow up at the other end of the Central Line amidst the many Ruislips (West, South, Manor, Gardens and plain old Ruislip) you can’t help but let your eyes wander along the red lined map to Chipping Ongar, in my young head it’s there the track runs up to and beyond the map’s limit, tube trains tumbling off into an infinite abyss.
It’s in a personal top 5 of places my only understanding of is through hastily driven past signposts or in this case, tube maps. The vacuum of information has got me jumping to ridiculously and obviously wrong assumptions. It’s number 3, the rest below in reverse order:
And the SECRET NUCLEAR BUNKER would have made the above list, kicking out number 3, if instead of turning right at the massive signpost blaring SECRET NUCLEAR BUNKER the taxi driver had thundered on to Chipping Ongar.
Unfortunately the train station closed in 1995 making the central line a little bit shorter and a lot more poorer IMHO. I’m sure the kids of Ruislip now stare at Epping when sat and staring at central line map but it just doesn’t carry the same air of mystery that a Chipping Ongar does.
Anyway the bunker, THE SECRET NUCLEAR one. It’s buried in a hill behind a fake cottage. Tina greeted us at the gate and in I went and joined an informative but strangely depressing audio tour. After that Redpoint launched their album Protect and Survive with a live performance deep underground the Essex country side. I like their music quite a bit which I’m sure would still be the case if I didn’t know the people involved.
It’s a lot like Boards Of Canada but with a itchier raw and simultaneously tender side to it. You’ll be able to buy the album soon but you can already download a taster of what’s to come from here where you’ll find the Stay At Home free EP. I like Bipolar best.
Played in dark, accompanied by web harvested videos ranging from asteroids obliterating the earth, arcade machines in slow motion flames and the inevitable mushroom clouds it was oddly emotional, there was a palpable wave of empathetic response rippling through the attendees.
I took a few pictures, they capture none of that, but you can find them here. Hats off to Fuse and Sickboy for organizing such a singularly unique and affecting event.
I hadn’t been all that sociable at the gig, felt a little peaky and flushed and to be honest having grown up in the eighties with the assumption that WW III was a matter of WHEN not IF the SECRET NUCLEAR BUNKER was a little unnerving. In Southampton they do regular siren tests every now and then, they always make me look for the bright light on the horizon. Wish I’d felt a bit more chipper as there were a fair few people there it’d been nice to chat to a bit more.
I brightened up on the way home, Miles and Ynohtna both good company on the stretch from Brentwood to Stratford. Home at 1:30am to the lovely Suze. I’m quite sure I’d like to visit again sometime.