Last week a group of London punks staged a gig on the Thames foreshore in a defiant statement of public rights over our land. Gary Budden argues that they're in a fine tradition stretching back through the ramblers of the Kinder Scout trespass and the 17th century Diggers - and that is a tradition we need to uphold.
Arab Strap's filthy muse was the antidote to late 90s Britpop and joyless indie rock. Now they're back two decades on Luke Turner finds that their songs of love and sex gone awry are more needed than ever. Live photo thanks to Paul Fegen