‘If any of you knock over that speaker and kill my bass player, I’ll fuckin’ kill ye. I’m not joking.’ Say hello to your new favourite band. It’s a little after midnight in Brighton’s Pavilion Tavern – a quiet, slightly dim ...
Read More »‘If any of you knock over that speaker and kill my bass player, I’ll fuckin’ kill ye. I’m not joking.’ Say hello to your new favourite band. It’s a little after midnight in Brighton’s Pavilion Tavern – a quiet, slightly dim ...
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