
Dear God I never thought of what I do as an endurance sport before - after all, it's really just a case of endlessly farting on about some tunes which I happen to like - but this year's Festival is going to become just that. This week has been punishing enough already, and next might be even heavier going. This week so far I have been to a fucking superb performance by Jesus H. Foxx on Tuesday at Electric Circus, supported by my first real experience of Art Fag, who tortured songs by Meursault and Enfant Bastard with [...]