Our History

There aren’t many people in the history of British club music who are held in higher regard than the Boy’s Own crew.
— Clive Martin, Vice

Some 30 years young… a tale of amazing parties, stunning records, football, and strong looks. Boy’s Own started during the last time Britain was ruled by a woman prime minister.

Since the digital arena has not passed us by, and most of us have smartphones with one notable exception, we thought we should have a go at this Interweb thing. So, please expect over the coming months poorly written articles, musings on the state of Donald Trump’s combover, and actually some superbly written articles by people who went to proper universities and art schools.

Please don’t misunderstand us; we do have day jobs and postings might be infrequent. If you’re into social media you can find out when any new stuff is up by looking at our Facebook. Or put yourself down for the newsletter in the box down at the bottom of the page. We have a new Instagram too if that’s your thing. 

Also we’ll be selling various articles of clothing… and, if it all goes especially well, some cheap luggage. Our photographer for the new T-shirts here on the website is Oscar Eckel. There’s a few bits now in the ‘shop’ section. Think about the loved ones at Christmas.


If you’re too young to remember the acid house explosion of the late ‘80s firsthand, then there’s a chance you may have never heard of Boy’s Own fanzine; the very fact that you’re reading Resident Advisor right now, however, probably means that you owe a fair debt of gratitude to the lads who put it together.
— Stephen Titmuss, Resident Advisor