What a weekend.
Two nights in Birmingham, one night in London, and my faith and hope for the future is renewed.
Pop Will Eat Itself are back, and they're the best fucking band in the world. Again. And it only took eight or nine years.
The Poppies said Grrr! and the crowd went wild.
Two nights in Birmingham, one night in London, and my faith and hope for the future is renewed.
Pop Will Eat Itself are back, and they're the best fucking band in the world. Again. And it only took eight or nine years.
The Poppies said Grrr! and the crowd went wild.
Oh. And Hi!