Wednesday, 9 May 2012
The web is drawing closer, the pieces are all falling into place.
Soon, we will have a clear picture of the conspiracy, in all its murky brilliance. Then we will mysteriously disappear, as everyone who stumbled into this forbidden knowledge before us has done.
But until then, let's drown out the black helicopters with some rag-punk classics. And if we can proselytise to the pinks at the same time, well, all the better. When we die, well THEY won't be able to wipe the grin off our bleached skulls.
Come see us play:
Thermidor's Next Shows:
The Drop Bears, THE HOT TIMES, UpperSixx, one man life