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The Farley brothers live out in this trailer with their mother.

For this issue of Vice we spent a week living in the amazing contradiction of an outback town that is Coober Pedy. We were curious about this particular place for so many reasons that it was hard to know where to start. You see there's...

This memoir of Lyndon B. Johnson's visit to Kentucky was handwritten by Inez, Kentucky native Shelba Pack Brown on April 24, 1964. We maintained the spelling and grammar just as it was because we like the way it sounds. That's all. It's not to be funny.

I've lived here in Brockstow all my life. When I was 17 I got pregnant with Sinead and I had her at 18. I was with Sinead's dad Terry for three years and then he started taking brown (heroin) and stuff.

Don't let the bastards grind you down" was one of the key quotes from the 1960 Albert Finney movie Saturday Night & Sunday Morning. Finney's character Arthur Seaton was an angry working class young man who was intent on escaping the drudgery of...

This is the shack that Homer and his 11 brothers and sisters were born into.

For this issue, Grimewatch jumped on the back of a stolen Mini Moto and rode all the way up the motorway without a helmet to the city of Nottingham to see what the local grime scene had to say. Nottingham isn't particularly well known for grime. They...

I first saw Friendly Fires live a few years ago at The Dublin Castle in Camden when the band were still at university and went under the awful name First Day Back. They sounded like an incredible cross between LCD Soundsystem and At The Drive In, but

We met up with this guy on Sunday afternoon in Radford. All the time we were talking to him, his wife was beeping the horn on his car really urgently and stressing out like she wanted him to leave really quickly. Then we looked down at his leg

I used to work in Gedling pit in Nottingham in the early 1950s. It was very hard work. This was when miners were on “nine yards” duty with a pick and a shovel. In the pit you’d be in a hole 3'6" high and you’d have to hack nine yards

In his State of the Union address in January 1964, President Lyndon B. Johnson declared a "war on poverty." In part, he said, "[We] must pursue poverty... wherever it exists-in city slums and small towns, in sharecropper shacks or in migrant-worker...

Father Ralph W. Beiting put the Vice staff up in his guesthouse while we were in Kentucky. He's been trying to rescue Appalachia from poverty for 50 years now. He should change his name to Monsignor Sisyphus