RETURN OF THE SHIVERING KING…

Hurrah! I’ve just discovered that the unspeakably mighty Dead Meadow are touring next month, along with the superbly named Black Mountain, whom I am hopeful will also muster a respectable level of might.

(I would throw in some links, but I’m thinking the names probably tell you all you need to know in this case.)

They’re playing Nottingham on November 24th, and come hell or high water, I wanna be there.

My main reason for mentioning this is as a transparent ploy to try and convince any Nottingham residents who happen to be reading to let this poor true believer sleep on their floor for a few hours so that I won’t be reduced to shivering in the station or wandering the streets all night or whatever. (My email’s on the right.) I’ll be eternally grateful and can repay you in music, alcohol, tedious conversation and perhaps even money.

I was reading this thing somewhere on the internet a while ago written by some guy who has complaining that the feral DIY spirit of ‘80s underground music has died out ‘cos these days everybody’s too affluent and bourgeois, and transport is cheap and vast quantities of music and information are easy to get hold of at the touch of a button, so everybody’s jaded blah blah blah. Well fear not grumbling internet dude, Midland Mainline and their infernally inadequate train schedules are ensuring we keep things real in this neck of the woods.