Artist: The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster
Source: Liam Tyrrell
Some 12 days ago, buried in the mire of bad followed by worse news, a low-key announcement of a charity gig to be held in Crawdaddy was made. Big whoop says you, and indeed said everyone, until a small buzz began to build as we entered the back end of last week. On Thursday, Drop-d's unbelieving eyes finally caught this news-wave and our tiny minds almost exploded with excitement. For you see, this performance in aid of Concern was to be headlined by none other than Brighton's finest export, The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster, who had never before played an indoor venue in this country.
Crawdaddy was less than full at the outset of the evening, although maybe those not present had some inkling to the fact that the main event would not get underway until well after midnight. Drop-d was under the impression that another show was due to begin at 11, the people at POD do so enjoy putting two gigs in the one venue on the one night, and so we had trundled the miles to Harcourt Street in very good time.
There was another reason for our impeccable punctuality. Sickboy, who are now just a fortnight or so away from a ten gig jaunt to the U.S. of A. to include the iconic SXSW festival in Austin, Texas, were due to open the show. The Sickboy boys have been just that recently, sick, suffering all kinds of ailments, but they did as Jesus would have wanted and picked up their beds and rocked. They seemed a little rusty, understandably given that they haven't been able to practice for some six weeks or so, but this loosener will serve them well for next Friday's fundraiser in Transformer ahead of their American adventure.
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