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!
Do you
GO SEE ALLO DARLIN'
