Strapped to a floor off the river we went upstairs to Block T and magic happened – men and machines burst open and the eighties came back – but not that Ferris Bueller shit – more the concrete and fluoro Christine F 80’s. Hair and big amp drum lashed on to the white wall people, student cans very select, very few who knew more than you. The loudish sound is messy and sampled –up next are ‘ThreadPulls’ hardboys distorted, Gavin vocals brass and maybury drums. Thulebasen – Patrick Kelleher.
We’re still in a warehouse and it’s cold but the sound is changing always, getting warm and heavy this Monday night eloquent. And train tracks faint.