Sunday night is always booked with just a tad of trepidation due to it always clashing with Antiques Roadshow and other Sunday pursuits which dent expectations of what the gig will be.- Last Sunday we played the Swan with Bloke and it was packed to within an inch of the stage. Hot n sweaty. Just the ticket. There was dancing, things smashin, falling and just a general kind a feel that we were playing on an edge of a sonic cliff.
There was this one bit where we were settling into a new bouncy number and I could feel that floor heavin and rolling with the jiggin going on. Now thats what floors be for, not for cleanin, carpeting, or admirin but rolling like waves. Now if ya don't believe me, ask the landlord, he went down to the cellar afterwads, his lights were smashed and there a little flooding. Hell yeah!
Cheers to y'all who came down. Hopefully got some pics comin.
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