You grab a drink. The sense of anticipation, the nervousness in the air is contagious.
YOU HAVE SPENT THREE POUNDS.
As you observe the stage where they will shortly appear from the bar, an almighty crash startles you. The smash is followed by a wail of siren like distortion. Where is it coming from. Many heads in the venue turn in confusion.
Then you see them, That Fucking Tank. The two piece have setup just off the stage, the audience already encircling them for an importance lesson in riffology.
Now it is difficult decision time; do you stick around and watch The Fall, certain of a great spot, or go for something a little different, but equally excellent; Allo Darlin’ at The Hop. Decisions decisions!
GO SEE ALLO DARLIN'