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I've also fallen big time for Mr Childish in the past year or so, partly due to my ever-growing appreciation for bad-ass '60s-styled garage punk in general, partly through the realisation that his general philosophy and way of life render him an absolute, unquestionable Dude, but mostly through the encouragement of Saveloy and the "25 Years of Being Childish" compilation (which I would recommend to all).
I saw the Buff Medways play just before Christmas, and let me say in no uncertain terms that they ABSOLUTELY FUCKING ROCKED IT. They had no support band, and played for about two straight hours through their own huge, vintage speakers which sounded amazing. They played close to the audience as possible, with the drummer at the front of the stage, and played just utter, non-stop, unbeatable rock n' roll gear from start to finish, inspiring unprecedented levels of Duracell Bunny styled jiving in the crowd.
I now have two torn and mud-splattered Billy Childish lyric sheets stuck next to my guitar at home, just to remind me how it's done. |
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