I was lucky enough to be reared with a vinyl player in my bedroom growing up. I was fortunate moreseo to know people who knew that Ziggy Stardust wasn’t an affliction and John Peel didn’t come in a jar. In the name of Dave Fanning, the son and the Holy Spirit. Amen. At my age, one realises the better reared bands and the better music really does come the old route and in all honesty, good old hard slog, a bit of back lash hither dither and maybe one or two gigs where your amp blew up - never really did hurt anyone. At the very least you know that threatening to throw in twitter after a shite review really isn’t the way Keith Richards would have dealth with it - even if you can make decent Metallica-like hand gestures, you probably only knew one of their songs. To brighter … There’s more →