James Marshall Black on the BBC
Born amongst the heat and fury of a steel and calcite city of crime and relentless danger, the Judderpunk, a human child, an alien mind, a dreaming fool, self appointed king of the unloved miraculously made it to the teenage years riding on clouds of self generated petroleum sweat and blood. The Judderpunk cast aside his mortal name and denied its very existence with the realisation that he was from a planet of judders, all judders and nothing but judders. It seemed that as soon as a dream leaned in to touch the punk's soul it would be extinguished with a judder by the melting metal monsters that cloaked themselves in the guise of the human. The Judderpunk lurked and seethed in an underworld of silently screaming misfits and other like minded souls for what seemed an age. Until finally The Judderpunk rose from the murky soil of which he so loved as anybody would their home sweet home, placed a goodbye kiss on the foreheads of the creepers and the crawlers and all his other stigmatised friends and in the blackness and in the evil that he traversed, he found the wave of sound...magic and beauty in the dark black clouds of hate, ...and made it his sword.
(Copyright 2006 James Marshall Black)