Tim O'Connor & the Poachers:
Forget the Avengers: that ensemble couldn’t sing a decent counterpoint or drop a 4 over a 3 bar to save their lives, never mind the Planet!
Instead, feast your lugholes thisaways for, from amidst The Beautiful Wreckage, there arises a merry troupe of rapscallions and scamps, performing songs spanning the last 20 years of Tim O’Connor’s precarious career as an Invisible Man. Marvel at their surprised recognition of one another. Wonder at the luscious harmonies, clever counterpoints and twisting time signatures of this oddly termed and badly spelt Folk Music. Sing along with the bits you know, make up the bits you don’t. Grip the edge of your seat, guessing whether or not O’Connor will remember what he’s supposed to be doing and generously applaud the Poachers’ forbearance and shepherding of him through the Set.
It’ll be fun. It’ll be memorable. If you’re there.
Preaching Piss & Vinegar Sermons and Proclaiming the Glory of His Blues, Rivers turns the handle on his Mangle of Redemption to save the Unrighteous from Damnation and Self-Soiling.
Wanky pancake. Grumpy crumpet. Slappy flapjack. Chain-smoking bacon. As an irreverent one quarter of Black Kes, and the right arse cheek of CrackTown, King Rat is seriously amused.
Doors @ 19:30
Beer @ 19:30:01
Music all evening!
Chin chin. X
Advance tickets available online for £5