Directed by George Scott.
Martin Duffy from Felt.
Bobby Gillespie perpetually sounding wasted.
Andrew Innes like an elf.
That Bo Diddley bit.
Denise Johnson bringing the party.
I could look-alike.
Henry Olson big beard bass. Free jazz. Bebop. Front lounge.
Toby Tomanov like Clash smacked.
Andrew Weatherall seems to be the essential dance element.
Robert “Throb” Young.
What a name!
Row after row of shitty brown-ale housing blocks.
No space between.
Like northern communism.
Exactly how I remember.
One of my favorite bands.