who shall remain nameless unless they want to out themselves thinks it is
entirely unreasonable that a 14 year old can be told by Tunbridge Wells Borough
Council that it is OK to watch a Poetry reading but wrong to watch Towers
of London. We aren't saying whether you should sign the petition or not, but
you should at least read it and have a think about the various civil liberties/censorship
issues it raises.
It's here: www.petitiononline.com/TN48YU/petition.html
It's worth noting that one of Blam's intrepid reporters (who is also in charge
of the bucket on a Wednesday) phoned both the Assembly Hall and Trinity to
attempt to book tickets for upcoming shows masquerading as a 12 year old girl
- we know what you're thinking, not too much of a leap in impressionistic
abilities there as most of them sound like 12 year old girls anyway. To cut
a long story short, both venues were more than happy to have a group of any
age on the premises; in fact, Trinity seemed surprised that any age restrictions
would be applied. We then asked them about the bar, and wasn't the bar in
the bit where the audience waits. They said, and you couldn't make this up
"oh, don't worry about that - you can take drinks in with you".
So, there's a couple of different policies right there - The Forum: Under
Police regulations, please can you give us a blood sample and show us your
DNA strand. Trinity: Cor, got any money on you, do what you want, we've got
the number for alcoholics anonymous. Wonder how many Police raids Trinity
have enjoyed in the last fifteen years. Having read some of the comments on
the petition so far (which had over 300 signatories at the time of writing)
can we just make it ABSOLUTELY CLEAR for once and for all. Age restrictions
on entry at The Forum are not any kind of policy decision by The Forum, they
are restrictions placed upon the premises by the local council in association
with the local Police. Exclusions have been made for other venues in the town,
but the interpretation of the licensing act in the case of The Forum was that
anybody who pays to enter these premises does so for the sole intention of
buying a drink. This is great news for us, as obviously we don't need to pay
the bands any more as none of you care whether they are there or not. Or,
just possibly, this might be rather a good example of cultural elitism. Make
your own mind up.
In other news; following comments such as carrot top, Duracell, curly, and oi, you there, what's your name again, Mr Max Vonsydownyourerockingtheboat this week stunned and shocked Forum go-ers (oh for god's sake, not again - Ed) when pictures appeared in the High Brooms advertiser of him having his curly mane shorn like a brutalised sheep. The now bald Avid Merrion lookeylikey told Blam "Please, could I not be in the editorial this month, it's getting rather boring".
Baldness fever then swept Blam towers, with many of the sexually frustrated staff asking "ere, d'you think I've got a chance with Britters with me noggin like this?".
Blam is owned and produced by The Forum. We are poor starving musicians and artists who don't even have a garret so there is very little point in coming after us for money just because we accused you of being a donkey basher, but if you are really intent on litigation, then you sue us via
The Forum, Fonthill, The Common, Tunbridge Wells, Kent TN4 8YU
But nine times out of ten I wouldn't bother because our lawyers, Shyster, Rippemhoff & Felch are the fastest legal minds in Cricklewood.
No apologies for anything in the mag this week - only to say, if by anychance you didn't get in to any of the sold-out shows this month ..... tough fucking luck. Next you'll be moaning about us putting on 'From The Jam' at a venue in the middle of nowhere, and why don't we have more re-formed bands of the eighties and nineties?
Well, in answer to that last part, judging by the looks of thse ladyboys pictured above, we are pleased to announce that following their appearance in the new Daz ad, those sausage-packin' slapheads Bright Shed Fred have announced a one-off date at the Holy Shitter......................ooops..my mishtake ............
past 5 years, on the first Thursday of every month, the Forum has played host
tofour top acts from the stand-up comedy circuit. Acts that have gone on to
become staples of Channel 4 (and Ceebeebies!) include; JIMMY CARR, ROB ROUSE,
NINA CONTI, ELECTRIC (Big Cook, Little Cook) FORECAST and MARCUS BRIGSTOCKE.
Here's your chance to see the stars of comedy before they start presenting
rubbish 'Top 100 Drain Hole Covers in Southborough' stylee programmes.
Highly talented observational comic, Dougie Dunlop, effortlessly gets audiences laughing and sharing his unique take on life.
DOUGIE DUNLOP started his career at the "The Stand" in hometown
Edinburgh, and made his fringe debut in 2000 as part of the "The Midnight
Show" in the Gilded Balloon. For Fringe 2003, he headlined the prestigious
Big Value comedy package show at the Café Royal. He performs at all
the major comedy venues in the UK and abroad - as far flung as Shanghai! He
headlines in many places, and his relaxed style and widespread appeal makes
him much demand at major corporate events and weddings.
“Dougie has a rare ability to tell jokes about ordinary things and be hilarious!” Edinburgh Evening News
His precision humour is delivered with great warmth, and he’s been selected by many high profile comics, both old school and new, to support them on tour. Dougie’s comedic talents also include writing and acting. He wrote and played the part of an eccentric vet in Scottish art house film, Auchter-Nae-Where .
GARETH BERLINER was born an April Fool on April the 1st 1972, he has an easy
going and likeable stage manner. His comedy is largely personal / autobiographical
/ anecdotal and observational with the occasional hint of topical being thrown
in for good measure. He’s been performing stand-up since October 2002
and has performed both nationally and internationally at the Edinburgh Fringe
Festival, The Melbourne Comedy Festival and the Adelaide fringe festival.
He has performed all over the UK both as an act and as an MC as well as currently
running his own comedy night, The Electric Empire in Clapham, where he is
the resident MC.
He plays the Bongo’s and various percussion. He loves films. He likes Graphic Novels. He loves travelling. He has a degree in film. He has directed and acted in short films. He was once in the Indiana Jones stunt spectacular at Disney MGM. He went to an Anti Nazi camp in Germany! He’s lived all over London except the West End (Saving that till he makes his fortune.) . He has a tube in his chest. He’s a lover not a fighter. He wishes he had met Bill Hicks, Richard Pryor, Andy Kaufman and Spike Milligan. He was almost mugged by a guy with an invisible knife. He has several tattoos. He has been a Hippy. He has been a Snowman.
Also appearing tonight will be: NICK HODDER and BRYAN LACEY
Seven Story Down
people who've come across SUCIOPERRO on a flyer or poster, though, usually
can't even pronounce their name (it's pronounced sooch-ee-oh-perro) and after
that's overcome the next is the usual question of what the hell "sucioperro"
They released their debut EP 'Why Bliss Destroy' in October 2002. Only 200 copies where pressed and they sold out in no time at all. The EP also featured Simon Neil (also an Ayrshire lad) of Biffy Clyro doing vocals on 3 tracks. Speaking of the aforementioned Biffy Clyro, they're not only good friends of theirs but they have toured together as well. Jetplane Landing, Hell Is For Heroes, Aereogramme, Fightstar, Deacon Blue, and The Delgados have all played with the Sucio boys.
Yes, they are indeed rock but they go beyond this as a band. They've cited their influences as Rage Against The Machine, Crowded House, Pearl Jam, Tool, Jimmy Eat World, Talking Heads, The Police, Prince and "anything vibed/energetic/real".
This mix of musical influences all comes out in their live show, which is something that you simply cannot miss. It's heavy, kids sweat, people sing, bodies sway but there's something else as well underneath their "muscular, riff based instrumental rock" as Dragon describes. Their lyrics breathe emotion, their riffs are "muscular" but they're songs are teaming with melody and beauty. It's not only just their show that you immediately get excited about but it's the feeling that Sucioperro are one of those bands who kick life into rock and inject it with some passion and originality.
This all sounds very serious though. Yes, their music is serious but live, and up close and personal these boys are loveable, fun loving and game for anything that comes their way. They are no strangers to a Gamecube or a Playstation and Mike seems to be a dab hand at Super Monkey Ball. Their tour diary consists of "tour haircuts" (with nail scissors!), parties, drunken after show chats between themselves and their fans and most importantly practical jokes on the first to fall asleep.
And things are looking up and up for the boys from Ayrshire. They play a mean live show, are gaining more and more fans, have begun to tour England and are playing London more regularly as well as Scotland and are growing all the time. There's no telling where Sucioperro will go next but when you listen to them on record and see them live you know you're in for one hell of a ride. They're a band ready and willing to explode and when they do, you better be at the front row singing and screaming your heart out with them.
"An impressive and breezy romp through pastures of uncomplicated new wave pop. Brilliant - NME
"Brings to mind clever-era Pulp" - Independent
Semi local legends The Winter Kids hail from Peaslake just outside Guildford, which is just about near enough for us to describe them as local and just far enough away that we can't tell how often they have a bath. Happily taking a swing at both New Wave and the glory years of Britpop, the Winter Kids racket is fully strung with joyous three minute and thirty second songs of bizarre pop brilliance which would make most dead people jump up and down on a Saturday night. They are Steve Lamaque's official favourite new band, but don't let that put you off as just for once he has taken a wild swing in the dark and thrown a 180. One of several bands appearing at The Forum this month who are also taking on SXSW in Austin Texas.
Late of the Pier
Guess what? This one is also sold out. Really really really time to join that mailing list. Again, last we heard Criminal had about twenty actual tickets left for people who want to buy from the shops, but all the online ones are gone. Has someone set fire to this man's stage? All-singing, all-dancing (and we MEAN dancing) Jack Penate is not your average singer / songwriter...Jack Penate comes from south London and has been playing solo for a year. Teaming up with Joel, on bass, and drummer Alex, Jack entertains the masses with animated renditions of his self penned songs. As well as giving an energetic visual routine Jack delivers punchy lines in his trademark saaf London drawl. On the face of it, Penate’s tunes are cut from the same beersoaked, Libs-sewn cloth as Jamie T’s or Larrikin Love’s. For all the cheeky rhymes and killer observations, though, it’s their straightforwardly romantic sensibility that compels – no killing men for their giros, but rather good old-fashioned tales of the heart, made fresh by the irrepressibly jaunty (but not jangly) melodies to which they’re strapped.
See, if you paid more attention and joined the mailing list, you would already know about this and already know that it's sold out even before we got the magazine into your grubby mitts. Why don't you join the mailing list? There MIGHT (and it's a very slim possibility, so if I were you I would stop reading this and get a move on) still be a limited number of tickets in Criminal Records.
'"A little over a month ago, a three-song demo by an unjustly unheard Birmingham band called The Twang landed on our desk. It was a collection of songs that stirred a fire in the very pit of our souls. The kind of recording that reminded us why rock'n'fucking roll was, is, and always will be, the greatest form of human expression to have ever existed"' - NME
'Just something for you to look out for. What do they sound like? Think Stone Roses lad stomps with accentuated Mike Skinner lyrics.' - Edith Bowman, Clash Magazine
'Swaggering, big hearted rock'n'roll mischief from Birmingham. Frankly, they make Happy Mondays seem like vestal nuns.' - NME
Creep Cult Murderers
Spawned beneath the foggy shroud of the London smog are the Creep Cult Murderers
Murderously slashing through a helm of junky whores, freaks, and other goulish fiends and cretins, pounding the christ out of unwilling listeners eardrums, whilst producing a sound once lost (amongst an array of retro radio swill).
Relax and enjoy the variety of hardcore death rock hymns produced by this band and you too could feel like a true creep from hell. Niiiiiicccccccccceeee.
To-Mera began life as a project between Julie Kiss (ex-Without Face) and Lee Barrett (ex-Extreme Noise Terror, Disgust, Mussolini Headkick). After a series of fluid lineups, the current stable incarnation of To-Mera began in early 2005, after Tom MacLean (a fan of Without Face) met Julie at a Dillinger Escape Plan gig and offered his services as a guitarist. The intention was to fuse the musical interests of each of the members within a dark and atmostpheric framework. As a result, To-Mera's style can be described as a mixture between the assorted metal sub-genres, classical and jazz music. Past gigs include support slots for Insomnium and Emperor, and headline slots on the second stage at Bloodstock, the London Barfly. The band will embark upon a UK tour in February this year, and will be playing at the Headway Festival in Amsterdam in April.
Blimey ... all that, and not a single sexist mention of the fit totty that fronts this outfit. Phew ... is it me, or is it hot in here...?
Sadly this is the last we will see of our very dear friends Jesse James who have been a staple of The Forum line up for the last few years. Through numerous line up changes Jesse James got perseverance. 6 Years. 498 Shows. 11 countries. 2 Continents. 2 Eps. 3 Albums. Members leaving - and then returning. Nervous Breakdowns. Arrests. Hospitalisations. Small Fires. Big Fights. Vicious Rumours. That silly song called Shoes being played to death on TV. The video for "Dear Jesus" being banned for being too controversial. Golf Records. Being called a Ska band??? That Burrito place on Mission. Hull. Taking a year off. One last time for a truly memorable mosh. Just to clarify one more time, THEY ARE NOT SKA PUNK!!!!!!!!
In a time
when the rock scene is overrun with bands more obsessed with their hair straighteners
and eyeliner than their music, the world needs new guitar heroes. It needs
a band who have only two aims in life - to write big, fat, intelligent rock
songs with guts and melody and have a bloody great time doing it. Enter getAmped-
they might just be the UK's best kept secret and with their new album 'Postcards
From Hell' they look set to blast their way into the spotlight. getAmped draw
on diverse influences - from the timeless sound of US pop-punk like Strung
Out and Blink 182, the weight and power of '90s grunge and classic pop-rock
from The Police to The Darkness and unpretentiously fuse it all together like
some kind of rock alchemists. As a result their music is almost impossible
to pin down, and all the better for it. It's melodic but ballsy, upbeat but
frequently sensitive, and youthfully energetic, but arranged with maturity
and style. It's unashamed power pop of the kind that soundtracks your summers
and brightens up your winters.
You're going to love it!
Perfection...irresistible harmonies, classy pop melodies, furious rock guitars & hooks the size of Jupiter Kerrang!
Massive guitars even bigger riffs, great big rock choruses with a pop sensibility...Irresistible stuff (8/10) - Classic Rock
(getAmped) should be applauded for such an assured and enjoyable album (8/10) - Metal Hammer
getAmped have chucked savy syncopation, angular vocal harmonies and edgy power chords in the rock blender - Total Guitar
Punkrock vibes of Green Day, pop sensibilities of The Police and tasty heavy metal licks - Rock Sound
The Fans' Choice - Round 2
By the time you read this, we'd have reached the end of Round One of the
Stable, with the top 18 bands who've accumulated the most votes on the night
of their Round One show going on to The Fans Choice - Round Two. Meanwhile,
the compilation CDs featuring a track recorded at each of the Stable's 60
band's shows will have been sent to the industry panel, otherwise known as
The Man's Choice.The top 18 bands as voted by the industry panel will also
go through to Round Two (The Man's Choice) Clear as mud eh?
The results of the Man's Choice should be arriving at Blam Towers by the first weekend in March. We will then schedule the bands chosen by the afiorementioned industry panel.
The shows for March are as follows:
BARRIER DUTCH are a five piece from Catsfield, who put me in mind, of an oestrogen fuelled The Levellers, perhaps its just the violin. What do I know? BLIND ARCHERS are a guitar driven outfit from Paddock Wood and have a nice line in puns. OUR MYSPACE THEORY are absolutely brilliant, can't say a bad world about them (have you seen the picture of their singer on the left?). They also feature Adam ex-bassist from Forum fave's Zucchini - can't go wrong really eh?
CROSSFIRE are a 21st century blues rockin' Free-alikes from Uckfield, whilst THE AUDACITY obviously owe a debt to the Arctic Monkeys but without the socially aware lyrics. But who cares when they've got songs like 'Drank too much last night' which is currently driving me kerrackers!!! I just can't get the soddin' thing out of my head! THE ISCARIOTS describe themselves as shoegazing exploding condoms. Which for some strange reason reminds me of that strange urban myth about somebody being caught short at a party stopover and shitting in a sock. Strange that eh?
EMPHATIC are a 4 piece rock outfit from Mayfield fronted by leather-lunged Chloe. STANDING IN LINES hail from Gloria Hunniford's stomping ground and appear to have more than one RHCP CD in their collection, and apparently have enough moolah to be able to rehearse in Kasabian's rehearsal studio.. or something.. VIOLET VENDETTA have a big fat swirling multi-coloured sound - and a rather nice myspace site.
FLOAT THE EARTH once a solo act, is now a sensitive duo, Sunday morning hangover music! FURNITURE SOUND are a Duracell charged tight as fuck trio, currently out and about touring like nobody's business, and may or may not have heard of Biffy Clyro. MOORWATER are prog metalheads and as hard as fuck , but with a finely textured musical palette, that should suit their support with To-Mera this month.
You know the score - come down and witness for yourself new talent on the rise
| It's not as if I haven't tried, but I resign myself to
being beyond understanding Drum N Bass and it's associated genres. The
fact is, bleeps and beats aren't to my taste and frankly I neither have
the time for it, the inclination or the appropriate drugs to make it bearable,
so let's not dwell. Back after a brief hiatus as Aquatic Cinema, Tom Moss'
alter ego The Acid Chemist's free-flowing electronica is as politely received
as some bespectacled floppy-fringed geek twiddling knobs behind a computer
monitor can possibly be, but about as exciting to watch as the growth
of mildew on a damp bathroom wall. Vaguely akin to a more lo-fi version
of Unlabel's ambient heroes Matra minus their perverse beauty, or perhaps
Aphex Twin on 40p budget, TAC creates a menacing yet listenable enough
techno collage to ensnare the senses and animate the feet of the suitably
cultured, which of course your genial correspondent is not. Sorry.
"Fuckin' 'ell" exclaims the bemused occupier of my adjacent bar stool, "Do they always look so miserable? S'like a bunch o' fuckin' depressives.", to which I pause and sigh that yes they do, pretty much. That edgy gloom they possess in such quantities can't be achieved with a smiley face and a thankful heart y'know. Theirs is a world of rain, pain and dashed hopes, where the sky is black with clouds, your team lost spectacularly, the wife's got PMT and the forecast is for more storms to come. If you want rock 'n' roll you'll be sold short as it's too dreamy and subtly menacing for that, but if you want a band to lose yourself in, entering a swirling maelstrom of pulsating gritty keys, psychedelic trippy guitars, and vox with a soulful spiritual twang, then Contra Las Aras will be so far up your alley they'll blend in with the brickwork.
Fresh from recording their forthcoming EP, CLA have refined their art beyond just sounding like The Boxer Rebellion into something more obviously theirs. Like Radiohead, they take a relatively straightforward repetitive melody, then twist it, bend it, sculpt and build upon it, perverting it's possibilities and turning it into something extraordinary. Their music ebbs and flows like the moonlight tide, daring to morph into anything from the processed beats of Kasabian to the languid desolation of Doves or Editors, yet all the while maintaining a sense of masterful wailing melancholy as they glide effortlessly between them all. Misery has rarely sounded so goddamn good.
Despite their curio status, it doesn't bode well for Brighton's comic electronica duo Dead Dog In Black Bag when techy problems (well, what looks suspiciously like not knowing how to switch the mic on, but hey, I'm sure it's dead technical, like a dodgy big muff. Or something.) leave them in stranded silence onstage for a good ten minutes, but as it clearly took them a while to get on all that glittery make up on and cheap boutique chic, we may as well admire the pleasing aesthetics of these saucy strumpets for the time being and get some more drinks in as there'll be songs about penises in due course.
Oh yes, DDIBB are quite a cute and gutsy little novelty: 2 lewd cheeky minxes, flatly crooning bitchy comic rants about chav girls, crap blokes and big willies over a low-tech scuzzy electropop backdrop. Think Shampoo pissed on Lambrusco at an Ann Summers party wailing to a kids Casio synth while screeching hags wave dildos in the air. Think Girls Aloud getting wrecked with Fischerspooner in a vile northern nightclub. Actually no, on second thoughts don't think of anything because if curiosity prevails, lyrics such as "Ooh, gimme your love meat, I want it inside, gimme your big pink treat…" and "I don't wanna rock - I just wanna massive cock" will make you resent the mental effort; not that you'd have much choice when this ridiculously lame nonsense is bawled down a megaphone.
being said, the spirit of grrrl power is alive and throbbing inside DDIBB
and what they lack in wit or talent they make up for in feminine wiles,
so if all else fails (or the audience realise what dross this is - whatever's
sooner) they can always offer sexual favours to the first guy onstage,
safe in the knowledge that like tonight's 'victim' Tommy, they might raise
a smile, but anything more than that would be hopelessly optimistic. *sigh*.
Their mums must be very proud.
Bizarrely, this one-gag drivel has been described as 'nuclear hot'. If that means you shouldn't get near these dodgy boilers without protection and exposure will cause permanent and irreversible sickness leading to a slow painful death, then yes, I suppose they are. Earplugs, radiation suits and super-tough johnnybags on standby chaps: they'll probably be huge.
Aw, bless New Homes for making a difference and getting themselves noticed, the young scamps. Time to celebrate eh kids? Crack out the champers (actually, better make that Tizer or something - wouldn't want to risk the wrath of the booze police) because those extraordinary early claims of being too popular, wild and chaotic for The Forum to handle actually seem a little prophetic now that they've caught a few well-placed ears, and good luck to 'em. Fair enough, there's no sign yet of the threatened legions of rioting teenagers causing public safety difficulties tonight, but maybe there's something good on telly. Corrie's getting exciting these days, apparently.
New Homes' songwriting has improved vastly in the last 12 months and they've certainly benefited from being guided towards playing to their strengths by wiser and more experienced hands, revealing the scurvy scuzzy indie band underneath, spring loaded with tense mischievous clatter, angry anthemia and raging hormones. Indeed, at times it's a blessing to find that the sneering snottiness and twisted groove of bands such as The Rakes, Maximo Park, Bloc Party and The Young Knives which they tried in vain to drape around themselves a year ago isn't so shapelessly baggy anymore and maybe, just maybe, they can make this scatterbrained exuberance work for them, despite the weak limitations of Sam Diamond's voice.
But guess what? They can't. Sadly, however they may be in the studio, New Homes remain a shabby and inconsistent band in a live setting and although they may greatly appreciate the dedication of their friends (who've learned lyrics and everything, even to the point of knowing exactly when to shake their booties during "Fingerbang" ), that's no excuse for a sloppy and painfully limp performance that nudges somewhere between nonchalance and contempt, testing the limits of even friends' loyalty and leaving those who don't have the benefit of their acquaintance scratching their heads in confusion. This is the oft-seen danger of a band buying their own bullshit, because they flounder appallingly this evening with an overall lack of care and enthusiasm, going through the motions like disgruntled sewage workers looking for dropped jewellery and not bothering to wash the crap off before handing it back. After all, it's not often that the guitarist falling over actually comes as something of a relief.
The thing is, New Homes, even at their best, are only capable of providing short lived bursts of satisfaction. Maybe therein lies their appeal as they're rather like a masturbation orgasm, a chocolate bar or a cigarette, in that the pleasure lies mainly in the anticipation rather than the reality. You may look forward to them, even championing them as just what you need to scratch that itch, but when the moment comes it's ultimately unsatisfying and you kinda wish you hadn't.
Our eager, hyperactive, willing to please, forelock-tugging, cap-doffing, can-do, nothing's-too-much trouble, highly trained, elite, ex-SAS and Girl Guides, crack squad of volunteers are waiting like coiled springs, with Sanatogen coursing through their veins, bouncing off the walls for you, and only you !
We always like to hear from new contributors, new bands, new people, people who hate swearing, big ones, small ones, some as big as your head.Because believe you me, it's a right hard slog making up all the lies, half-truths and general bollox that we lovingly/laughingly call BLAM. So If you've recently been moved to tears by the sight of a '74 Rickenbacker 4001, plugged through a Big Muff, whilst being lovingly caressed by a young gunslinger who knows his middle eights from a 'truckers gear shift' then please get in touch. Preferably with a local drugs helpline, in the meantime do not operate any heavy machinery.
You can write to us at
The Forum, Fonthill, The Common,
Tunbridge Wells, Kent, TN4 8YU
Or call the Information line on 08712 777101
We also have a website where you can find out all about what's on, and laugh at the photos of the damp mattressed fainthearts that 'work' here.
That's at www.twforum.co.uk
You can also email us, so do that to:
On the website you can book tickets, find out what's coming up, get a map,
get a life, identify which ne'er-do-wells have trodden the boards at the ol'
shitter, check out our interactive gaming section, or go on our messageboard
and start arguing whether we include too many Appalachian Nose-Flute nights
in our gig programming. In fact, we beseech, nay implore you to do any of
the above which would make a change from downloading hardcore 'chicks with
dicks' jpgs as you'd normally do.
Please note that as well as being able to reserve tickets for all Forum shows online, tickets are also available to be purchased from the following retail outlets:
The Longplayer, 3 Grosvenor Road, Tunbridge Wells 01892 539273
Criminal Records, 6 Goods Station Road, Tunbridge Wells 01892 511776
COMEDY FORUM - Thursday 1st April
SONIC BOOM 6 - Saturday 7th April
THIS TOWN NEEDS GUNS - Thursday 12th April
MUMM RA - Friday 13th April
TRANSGRESSION, drum n bass - Friday 20th April
THE WOMBATS - Sunday 3rd June
Lifted (with permission) from the March edition of BLAM! - All queries regarding libel actions should be directed to them