The Awkward Sons of Patrick Stewart
Fuck, The Awkward Sons have missed you. We needed a break, we know, but that never stopped it hurting.
Days spent in our pants on the sofa, inexorably adding to the growing pile of tear-soaked ring-pulls on the floor didn't do anything for our self esteem. But we're over all that now. We've grown. We've matured. So it's time we came crawling back, begging for clemency.
But we couldn't come empty-handed. A peace offering for our weeks of neglect seemed like the decent thing to do. And what a fucking offering it is...
Strap your gigantic asses in for 60 minutes of primitive 1950s proto-techno, a brand new studio battering from Japan's greatest export (Fushitsusha, obviously!), some tour-only 7" action from Sublime Frequencies, skin-peeling acid psych from way back when, a bunch of home-made Australian instrument blurt and prime meat from the new Shackleton box set.
Hop in the shower, sweet thing. We'll be right over.23:00 - 00:00