The Awkward Sons of Patrick Stewart
Remember when The Awkward Sons was a well-oiled, scantily-clad Gemini operation, with Tony's pre-teen Geordie squeal making the dread seem a little less absolute?
Well, in the spirit of a seemingly endless obsession with nostalgia, it's back to the good old days. Morrow has returned.
It's like those death metal bands who got all experimental in the mid '90s (read: bought a keyboard) and dropped their illegible logos, before realising that nobody wanted a pseudo-arthouse, sub-Depeche Mode self-harm lesson. So, it's back to the blastbeats and feedback, much to the delight of the guys at the gym.
God knows what's going to happen, but Tony's been stockpiling the wax for months now and I'm just back from a record shopping trip to Berlin, so the best/worst of our hoarding/holidaying will be wrecking your speakers in no time.
Forgotten post punk masterclasses, sub-underground '80s drum machine minge, hollowed out prison blues minimalism and potentially lethal doses of industrial-strength reverb - you know the score.
Taps aff etc.22:00 - 23:00