Chip tunes, Pixie farts, Russian post rock, stunning drone and exciting news about gigs. Suddenly things are looking up.
Another batch of musical bulbs pushes forth shoots of renewal through the heavy clods of frozen earth. Some tender snowdrops, some garish daffodils and the odd hopeful crocus popping up in the lawn despite the overwhelming evidence that it will be trampled. Let’s meet one to one outside for a coffee and drink it all in.