Tears were shed, screams were heard
and wailing and gnashing of teeth aplenty filled the auditorium at the sensational
opening night for the come back tour for one of lower Southborough's most
dearly loved and sadly missed acts last week. The dreams of literally hundreds
of fans (Sid and Doris Hundreds, Paddock Wood) finally came true as all four
members (excluding the famous one who's got better things to do with his time)
of legendary local band Ye Wiles made a triumphant return to The Forum stage
to play through some of their hits, perfectly recreating the stunning and
yet shocking (Oh god, you're not trawling this out again are you? - Ed) atmosphere
that used to surround them in their heyday. "I thought they were stunning"
said one delighted punter. "I wasn't at all stunned" said his friend
"although I did have moments when I felt another emotion beginning with
's' that I can't quite put my finger on".
The band have been in training for this comeback ever since they heard there was a fiver in it for them. Months of gruelling training in kebab shops, to perfect the lank hair and slightly odd smell that was the trademark of their glory days, was followed by over 2 hours rigorous rehearsal and ten minutes spent working out which bits went chugga chugga and which bits went ker-ching ker-ching. "I think it's outrageous that some people have said that we are only doing this for the fun of it and because it sounds like a bit of a laugh" said foppish charmer Gabriel, using his very special "Princess Diana on that Panorama programme" look. "Let's make it quite clear, I don't get out of bed for less than £10K and if there's no money you can stuff it up your arse - anyway, I've been busy since my solo career took off, for example, I've a Pensioners Knobbly Knees Competition to judge for the High Brooms Echo this afternoon"
It's understood that following the success of the Ye Wiles reunion many other ex-local bands are now contemplating a similar return to the stage, with names such as Angus Bagpipe, The Walton Brothers and Baby Valentine already causing palpitations at The Samaritans. It's understood that a plan to reform the original line up of Joeyfat has run into trouble as writing wasn't commonly used at the time of their creation and only local folklore and legend remains to suggest who might have been in the band. Although it definitely included that shouty mad fella at the front.
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. Before Schlauff even gets started, could we point out that the above article isn't about Ye Wiles. It's satire. You see? Satire. Get it? It's not about you, it's about somebody else and we are just using your name as a way of satirising their behaviour. See? Get it? Satire. Get it?
The Vertigo, Furniture Sound, The Yes No Maybes, New Homes, Ludovico Technique and City Sunsets
Monday 1st - doors open 4:45
Crammed into ragged suit and ties with a sense of mischief humming around them with a singer willing to move hips, forearms and thighs as if manipulated by strings it seems amazing more people haven't heard of them. This drummerless 3 piece from Leeds perpetrate all kinds of danceable drum patterns, elaborate bass trotting and climatic guitar wrangling. Charismatic and accomplished, its clear these chaps can give good time and philosophically alert musical conversation. Think Kaiser Chiefs, Rapture, Hope of the States The Strokes in a WWF tag wrestling bout.
Tunbridge Wells' original AND best value for money comedy club is held the first Thursday of every month.
FOUR TOP CLASS ACTS, THE FIRST THURSDAY IN EVERY MONTH, ONLY FIVE POUNDS,
NEW LUXURIOUS TOILET FACILITIES.
For the 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.
Duncan Oakley is known for being very naughty and really quite rude, at least on stage; but this cheerfully childish behaviour belies his credentials as a seasoned professional show off. Plus he's older than he looks: Duncan has been a musician, composer and performer for twenty years, the last five of which as a full time stand up.His work has brought him considerable acclaim, with UK radio and television appearances as well as countless stage performances around Europe; winning over audiences wherever a healthy blast of rock idiocy ineeds to be administered. He'll blow you away as he powers out a deft blend of stupidity and truly impressive musicianship (he's nifty on a guitar), and you'll quickly warm to his easy confidence and good natured banter. assisted by his loyal band of imaginary friends and anthropomorphised insruments - most notably the lovely Maurice the Fender Strat - he'll take you on an exuberant and educational rock 'n' roll journey, exploring with relish the horrors and delights found in, on and around the human body and beyond, on a ceaseless quest to find your inner child. He'll locate it for you, guaranteed, and entertain it with a quick song
Enjoyable. confidence, good timing and knowledge." Matt Cross BBC Lincolnshire
"a very watchable act with engaging material and some excellent lines." Slky
"Her on -stage likeability and clever puns are a joy" Time Out
"Clever material. A female Adam Bloom." Noel Faulkner, Comedy Café
Part cheeky raconteur part soap box ranter Steve uses his jovial chatty manner as a vehicle for sharp topical and observational material. Steve is also a respected improviser and is much in demand as compere. He has been a semi finalist in both the Daily Telegraph and So You Think You're Funny comedy competitions and is a regular contributor to arts radio station 104.4 Resonance FM. He is a staff writer for the Frank Skinner Show and a commissioned writer for hit BBC sketch show Man Stroke Woman. He also wrote a number of gags and sketches for the award-winning Radio 4 series Dead Ringers and T4's The Morning After Show. He also works regularly for the legendary Basil Brush.
"We're not a ska band...!!! We are so sick of people calling us ska. A punk/rock band with horns is not a ska band! The London Philharmonic have horns and no one calls them ska, or Rocket from the Crypt. Ska is a very specific rhythm... and we never ever play it, never have and never will. [SPUNGE] are ska, THE SPECIALS are ska, REEL BIG FISH are ska; JESSE JAMES are not".
If you don't know them already Jesse James is a six-piece soul/punk act,
think DEXY'S meets CLASH meets BLINK 182. Let's set the record straight. As
passionately clarified above, Jesse James are not ska, they are a horn driven
blend of rock, punk and soul that fuse together to spark their trademark sound.
This sextet flow on a crest of dynamic guitars and lashing drums that are
worked around the charismatic brass section, which are the main force behind
the bands appeal.
The band was formed in April 2000, through a drunken turn of events including lumps of black hair gel in North London and a mutual love of The Clash and Dexy's Midnight Runners.After 8 months of rehearsals (in between work/school/soap opera watching) Jesse James played their first show at The Underworld in Camden on December 7th, 2000. Since then, they've moulded a reputation as live act second to none. nd for Gawd's sake don't call them Ska!
if you were to ask any random Tunbridge Wellsian what the Forum was. Pound
to a penny, you'll get a reply along the lines of, "Oh, that funny building
on the common that attracts all the punks, chavs, and drunken skate kids in
Tunbridge Wells, and has loads of loud, ugly metal bands playing"
In which case, as you and I know, they'd be wrong - hideously wrong. The Forum is an arts venue, much the same as the Trinity, but with a slight twist (and less funding - Ed). This month, in conjunction with Muzikansky, we are pleased to have another independent film night.unscreen will feature films from Russia and New York filmmakers as well as UK talent. This is a one-off chance to see award winning films that are rarely shown in the UK: such as Spare Change, a film made by New York filmmaker Evan Seplow.
This is your chance to experience something slightly out of the norm, and well worth seeing.
The evenings entertainment will also include a set from the Stable's very ownTom Williams, who'lll play material influenced by Bob Dylan, Pete Doherty, and Bruce Springsteen.
Doors open at 5.30pm with the film commencing at 6:00pm. Ending in time for the last train to London and bedtime for exam candidates. All this and FREE popcorn.
Morden's GOOD SHOES' blend of melodic and angular post punk recalls Gang of Four, particularly in the Andy Gill inspired guitar lines. Frontman Rhys Jones is a natural showman and has the knack of establishing an easy rapport with the audience in much the same way that Eddie Argos does for Art Brut. The ghost of the Futureheads still hangs around some of the material, but Good Shoes are pretty much their own men - hugely impressive (oo err - Ed), intricate, unstoppable and exhilarating .
+ Centurions Ghost
"Sludgy stoner grooves and droning riffs are put through the metal-electro
mangler as Truckfighters blast your ears with their unique take on modern
rock." - Metal hammer
"There are plenty of meaty riffs here to engage rabid stoner rock aficionados" - Kerrang!
If it's wacky Swedish stoner rock you're after - then four piece TRUCKFIGHTERS
are yer men! here's a review of their album 'Gravity X':
" ...the music does bring to mind the most obvious of stoner rock comparisons - from the melodic beauty of Queens of the Stone Age to the fuzzed out harder hitting edge of Fu Manchu - there's never any point where you feel like you're listening to watered down imitations of others. Truckfighters just take the best of the genre, apply superb songwriting and create magical songs.
Everything is right about 'Gravity X', from the delightful packaging to the spot-on production job. Recorded in a Swedish bomb shelter, the resulting sound is one of fuzz guitar bliss, with enough depth to maintain the essential heaviness. And the riffs - the sublime riffs - they litter the album with wanton abandon. Mixed together with the mellow, acoustic moments and you're left with an album you'll fall in love with within a listen or two..."
Taking their name from a Yorkshire brew of great strength and gravity, CENTURIONS GHOST have been creating music with a formidable punch since 2001.The group formed when Australian beach bum James (vocals) driven by his love of British steel arrived in London and searched for like-minded individuals. Stumbling from one unwholesome watering hole to another he found, Rich (bass) ex of cult act Searing Orchard, Milly (drums) who shares duties with Exile On Mainstream signed band End Of Level Boss and Dan (guitar) who also decomposes his own brand of atmospheric filmic score. Centurions Ghost had sealed their destiny. Musically they are a critic’s worst nightmare being heralded as a doom, black, death and power metal band. In fact they are a mixture of all of these, constructing songs that have an epic flow and overwhelming heaviosity.Iin recent reviews Centurions Ghost have been likened to that of Celtic Frost, Venom, Candlemass, Unleashed, Entombed, and Cathedral.
Drawing from influences as diverse as Marvin Gaye and Crosby Stills Nash & Young to Sebadoh and Tortoise, Anglo-New Zealand trio Breaks Co-Op are back with new album, ‘The Sound Inside’, released March 27th 2006. An album of languid, hypnotic beauty, Breaks Co-Op combine live instrumentation and vocals with lovingly sourced samples to create a sound all of their own. Breaks Co-Op are two New Zealanders, Zane Lowe and Hamish Clark, and an Englishman, Andy Lovegrove. Zane and Hamish formed Breaks Co-Op in Auckland, releasing the electronic album ‘Roofers’ in 1997 before they both left New Zealand to travel and pursue other interests. They both ended up in the UK where Zane has become a hugely successful Radio DJ and TV Presenter. After several years hiatus, Zane and Hamish eventually started working on new material in 2004, recruiting Andy Lovegrove from artist/producers The Away Team after hearing a demo of him sing and deciding his was the voice born to sing their music. Released last year in New Zealand, ‘The Sound Inside’ has been a double-platinum selling hit, with lead single ‘The Otherside’ the No.1 airplay hit of 2005 and winner of Song Of The Year at the NZ Music Awards.
a world that's seemingly long-forgotten the roots of true rock 'n'
roll, Fony is an epic groove that reaches back to the era of real,
classic, hard rock.
Formed in 1998 and having since released two full-length studio albums and one live album, Fony have continued to grow. The arrival of Fraser McGuinness is the start of a new chapter for the band and there's a new partnership with Headroom Records that will see the release of a new studio album in May.
The Fony sound - lush in atmosphere, every riff memorable and every melody a hook. This is true rock 'n' roll - powerful, sexy, big.
A testament to the empowering nature of the DIY ethic and the desire to play uncomplicated and rhythmic pop with a dissonant edge. Their small but perfectly formed pop songs have lots of intelligence and energy, capturing but not emulating the essence of early DC based Dischord label bands such as Faraquet, Bluetip and Q and Not U.
DARTZ1 sound is never wilfully abrasive or studied, indeed they do evoke the timeless weird pop mentalities of bands such as XTC and Talking Heads at times. Jazz Math Rock, with spaghetti western guitar? I theeng you like senor?
So much has
happened since our last little chat, that I can hardly contain myself! The
final show of Round Two of THE FANS' CHOICE has been playedwhich has revealed
the top 6 bands to amass the most votes of this round. These bands being:
Zoe from London , . Kobrakai , Fall to Fiction , Contra las Aras, Offlimit ,
AND Eleven Days Ago. As such, these bands will now play in THE GRAND FINAL of THE FANS' CHOICE, which is scheduled for Saturday, 15th July
Meanwhile, we've also received the voting back from the music industry panel, otherwise known as THE MAN'S CHOICE. Out of the 70 bands that had tracks on the submitted compilations made from the Stable recordings, voting was so fierce, and tight, that more than a few bands tied at various positions in the top 18 having received very similar scores from the judges: as such, we now have 20 bands in the top 18.(eh? - confused Ed)
9-VOLT . CO-STAR . TOM WILLIAMS
Featuring the Forum's very own singing barman, Mr Christopher Hoad - just ask him to give you his version of ,Sinatra's 'One for my Baby' next time you're nursing a half of warm Guinness at 3 in the morning - it'll break yer bloomin' heart. (I bet it will - Ed) 9 VOLT, when not giving a full on metal show are herded into the beer cellar, receiving only packets of Pork Scratchings from our Max for sustenance. Its a wonder those boys have the energy to detune their axes, as I believe they're called to D! Late arrivals to the Stable wearing the number 12 reserve shirt whena Stable band unfortunately split up,with a mere 48 hours notice before their first Forum show are Walthamstow based CO-STAR. Fronted by the gorgeous, pouting Nikki , CO-STAR are a polished nu-blues outfit. A sort of John Spencer explosion frontedby Sharleen Spiteri. Trivia fans maybe to learn that bassist David Marshall used to dog-sit EAST 17's Brian Harvey's bull terrier whenever the lads were on TOTP! TOM WILLIAMS is a rising unplugged star from Plaxtol, who's been delighting audiences in the Big Smoke, as the late Mike Baldwin use to say. Definitely a name to watch. Tom Williams that is, not Mike Baldwin!
12" MATTER . PICTURES OF SHANGHAI . SIMON LEEVES
12"MATTER are from Eastbourne, are a 4 piece rap crew, and for my money are brilliant! Consisting of Slugga Tee, Buttafingaz, Edit and Medici, these lads are by turns, entertaining, fun and hard-rhyming. PICTURES OF SHANGHAI are an emo outfit fronted, judging by the pix on www.myspace.com/picturesofshanghai , a Paul Calf lookeylikey. Perhaps its just the facial hair........in spite of this, or even because of this. I likeee ... a lot! SIMON LEEVES has been round the block a couple of times, and still asks for the way to Wetherspoons. Tunbridge Wells' very own Billy Bragg, but with bigger laughs, and smaller nose.
BATTLESKA GALACTICA . NATCHIE . SPRINGTIDE CAVALRY
As it says on the packet, BATTLESKA GALACTICA are rootin' tootin' high falutin' 8 piece ska punk outfit from Folkestone. A great live act once they all manage to get on the stage. SPRINGTIDE CAVALRY are powerful, powerpop threesome from Canterbury. Who in their time have supported Ocean Colour Scene, and the modfather himself, Paul 'Chuckles' Weller. Good tunes - great guys.
FRACTURE . OFFLIMIT . THE CRAYONS
Sounding like a young U2 are Eastbourne 5 piece FRACTURE, definitely out to impress. Go see. OFFLIMIT as we all know are a Muse influenced 3 piece, with a combined total age of 38, and outstandingly good.Their myspace page describes them thus: "..The vocal representation of Muse that co-insides with slash of Nirvana, lyrical content of The Cure, the catchy riffs and experimental-ness of Radiohead mixing with and the whole lot mixed up to make one phat filled live sound!..." Jangletastic, multi harmonied glossy popsters THE CRAYONS have a penchant/fetish for taking photos of their setlists! Well, at least they know their soft shoe shuffling Donald O'Connell from their Michael 'King of Chavs' Carroll!
| From the first blast of rummy-eyed harmonica, buzzing chords
and drawling vocals, TOM WILLIAMS has an unashamed Dylan/Drake fixation,
but that's no bad thing, particularly if thoughtful babyfaced folk is
your cup of camomile. You can picture him strumming away in student halls
with his door open and a tortured face on, in the hope that passing girls
might consider him fascinating, and perhaps they do, because in bold contrast
to his only other acoustic Stable-mate Simon Leeves, Williams comes from
a darker, moodier place, where windows look out over wet-slate skies and
the cloying stench of decay hangs defiantly in the air, giving weight
to wry tales of modern existence from hospitals to dickheads in pubs.
However, perhaps due to his naive and clumsy style, drawing in approval is a difficult task, and with minimal rapport, maintaining interest once he's established contact is more reliant on the crowd's manners than appreciation. True, there are compelling moments, particularly with his sharp and barbed lyricism, but without a personality highlighting his strengths, the weaknesses are somewhat conspicuous. But hey, the lad's only young and he'll get there soon enough.
By their own admission, Hartlepool's MOSES are an acoustic version of So Solid Crew. OK, so they don't rap, point at their dicks, talk like spastics or live in 'da ghetto' (to their mums' relief), but they've a very loose arrangement with their members, whereby if any are in prison, on holiday, gigging elsewhere, or simply can't be arsed, it makes sod all difference. Sometimes, brothers Paul & David Moseley have 6 or 7 extras with them; at other times like tonight, just two, and even they're optional. Limited car space? Maybe. But such things scarcely matter, so richly full and polished is their sound, for Moses' quirky pop harmonies and multi-layered alt-folk epics are bold, inventive, playful and so sickeningly good that you'll want to keep them a secret in case popularity spoils their magic and gives them egos.
Currently gigging to promote their 2nd album 'Golden Flatts', they're a cornucopia of debonair pagan joy, about as close as you can realistically get to a perfect summer festival band and just what tonight needs to give it earthy northern backbone. Utterly uplifting, danceable goofiness with lashings of surreal Geordie humour, they're a fizzing cocktail of campfire cool, pop sunshine and woozy English eccentricity. Take a shot of Levellers, crushed Pogues, a dash of Badly Drawn Boy, a chunk of MHS, top up with brown ale and guzzle greedily with people you love. Just remember that in accordance with Geordie ethics you're not allowed a wee until you've had 10 pints.
Believe in Moses. Let them part the seas and lead you to righteousness, by way of the nearest pub. Amen.
It's not supposed to work like this as it mocks the proper order of things, but Ian Knapp goes against the grain in many different ways, so maybe the gods of serendipity are having a playful game with us foolish mortals. What should happen is that we Brits discover a talented singer-songwriter, our press worship the very piss from his dick, then the Yanks catch on after we tell them it's cool. But in the case of a home-grown talent like Ian Knapp, who buzzes languidly around that oh-so-sellable border between sardonic poet and sensitive young troubadour, we sit idly by and allow Americans to spread the news and babble like loudmouthed lunatics about this songwriting genius from Eng-er-land, while we largely ignore this precious jewel in favour of cheap gaudy tat. Small wonder that the new Rough Guide to England says we're shallow vulgar fuckwits, because our failure to revere this marvel on our own doorstep isn't just baffling, it's bloody well criminal.
IAN KNAPP, you see, has the lot. Not only does he have those delicate angular features so prized by lonely indie-chicks searching for a new enigmatic misfit to adore, but he's got the effortless reserved cool of a man who knows his own qualities and doesn't need to boast about them.
Tunes? Give any of them 10 seconds and they feel like not just friends
you've known your whole life, but lovers. I haven't seen or heard Knapp
play for two sodding years, and each song's like returning to the arms
osomeone who instinctively knows how I like to be touched; such is their
beauty, passion and power. And the voice, oh my fucking God, the voice!
A high, mournful Yorke wail with a cracked quivering timbre that caresses
and soothes, backflipping into unnervingly potent but subdued Mike Scott-style
confidence, then around again, leaving you exhilarated and struggling
in vain to regain control of your heartbeat.
Knapp writes songs of instant, devastating clout. Trust me, you'd kill to create tunes like this, caress those melodies with even a fraction of his sublime confidence, or write lyrics of such intelligent, humbling poignancy: love, fear, hope, the human spirit and frustrated cynicism borne from observing its failings. Try to better the black humour of "If The Aliens Came" if you want uncomfortable truths rubbed in your face, or the political venom of "Caribou" to hear how a statement can be made without sounding pious or right-on. You won't. Simple as.
This man isn't just a rare and exquisite performer, he's a poet who can make you feel intensely alive: "This world's overflowing with beauty, yet most of it passes us by, when was the last time you looked up and noticed the sky?". Need I say more?
It's a dirty job, they say, but someone's gotta do it, and considering that as CHRIS TT so rightly says "Billy Bragg's gone fishin' in his 4x4", it may as well be him to shovel up the shit we cope with on a day-to-day basis and dump it on the doorsteps of the arseholes responsible. For Chris T-T is a modern-day hero. Some might say reckless, others might say foolish, others yet might say he's in need of a fucking good kicking, but nobody could tell him he's wrong without looking very silly indeed, and that's probably why he's managed to avoid being beaten up for so damn long. The truth is the truth, whether spoken by a scholar, a schoolboy or a scruffy long-haired oik with death-breath. He knows that all it takes is the courage to speak out against hypocrisy, plus the wisdom to shut the fuck up unless you know your stuff, and you can win any argument hands down.
However, perhaps due to the mesmerising effect of Ian Knapp's set beforehand, or just tiredness after a solid month of gigs, it's a surprisingly tender and subdued CTT for the first half of this set, showing a sensitive, introspective balladeer. Still empowered by gritty kitchen-sink realism, flavoured with the bitter twang of soured love and mistrust, but no less riveting for it. There's plenty of time to be pissed off later and even angry fellas need a chance to occasionally let their hearts heal.
Though Billy Bragg's an accurate (if overused) reference point, lefty politics and ideologies hold very little sway for this one man and his guitar. As time, crime and cowardice have blurred the different ends of the political and social spectrum from red and blue to a rather bruised shade of purple, so CTT has emerged as a lone thorn to be jabbed in the ribs of those in control. Anarchist? Socialist? You can't bandy those pointless words about with Chris T-T, as there's only what's right, and what's bollocks. Governments, armies, huntsmen, stupid people and the pointlessness of political correctness without common sense, all take a bashing under the guise of what even those aghast at the subject matters would have to admit are corking tunes which you'll be singing in the shower for weeks.
Preaching to the converted? Yep. And we don't mind a bit.
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
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
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COMEDY FORUM - Thu 1st June
TOWERS OF LONDON - Friday 2nd June
JAMIE T - Saturday 3rd June
CRYSTAL PISTOL - Wednesday 7th June
GOOD BOOKS - Saturday 1st July
SEND MORE PARAMEDICS - Saturday 8th July
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