
ah the sheer bloody giddy glee, the joyous joy of this tonight. three guitars. one drummer. one sampler. two voices. two saxomaphones. one trumpet. one trombone. one cowbell. and christ knows what else. kinda hard to describe how far removed from whatever anarcho-somethingorother seventies crass-esque cliches you might have in yr head, sounds you might have in yr ears, upon basic description of the ex . had conversation at bar with youngling who seemed to be expecting some socialist worker vendor bellowing marxist slogans into his face whilst hammering three chords out [...]