Show 11: Two Hard, One Soft, One Goat

show 11: two hard, one soft, one goat

So these dark evening are a bit grim, eh?

Whatever. I fucking love them - it's like being an extra in a film about Norweigan suicide rates every time you leave the house. Which rules.

It's also a great excuse to dig out the mankiest, mouldiest, most po-faced records you've got. You know, the ones you're ashamed to play to your girlfriend. The ones that add a bit of teenage in-ear atmopshere when you're popping over to Sainsbury's to get the stir-in sauce that you could just as easily make yourself.

So with that in mind, I thought I'd put together a show for all the Subcity goat-fiddlers and virgin-burners who see the coldest season as an excuse to listen to the recorded output of convicted murders all day. (And if that recorded output stretches beyond a demo and a split 7", those guys have fucking sold out.)

No female vocalists. No ballads. No benders.

And definitely nothing your mum would like. Unless she's cool as fuck.

*Note - there's a wee burst of silence (5 seconds-ish) about half way through the show - apologies! I made a boo-boo. Normal service resumes pretty quick-sharp, though.*

Posted at 19:22, 10th November 2011