He was deranged, but not even he would consider using sarin gas rather than dry ice during his performance.
They are one of those rare bands who undoubtedly peaked at their first record but who could never be accused of under achieving.
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Apparently a lot of the songs were conjured up the New Synagogue in Gdansk and an abandoned marine machinery plant.
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The feeling that Cummi Flu gives off is that of Doerell as a maniacal curator of a museum that’s stuffed to the seams with strange and arcane objets trouvés.
The Membranes may flirt with a cartoony image of themselves but in the words of the Sage of Sheffield John Shuttleworth, don’t be fooled.
Continue reading “Grauzone Day 2, Melkweg, Amsterdam, 31/1/15”
Then MES and Elena shuffled on; buttoned up and carrying their stuff, looking like two daytrippers who were running for the Last of The Summer Wine coach trip to Holmfirth. You just felt this was going to be good.
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