Yesterday's. Too busy to post yesterday. I went for a long drive, a beer and chat with mates, then sat around for a couple of hours, then drove home.
This is for today. It has a backstory. More than 35 years ago my little bro' lent me a tape with a band on it that was utterly magical. And I lost the tape. He was gutted.
Over the years I have searched for the band but I had forgotten their name, so it was a bit of a futile exercise. I was too embarrassed to ask my brother.
Last week I stumbled across a really interesting band. Venus in Furs. They have never released a CD having split in 1990. They are from Worthing. I listened to various tracks, then stumbled across . . . . the most magical of tracks. Yes, it was the band who my brother had taped off John Peel in the 1980s.... see what you think.
I have managed to create a CD for my brother that I'll surprise him with next time I see him. Rather late recompense, perhaps, but still.
In memoriam of Brighton and its music and venues in the 70s, this Hungry Years classic still hits the mark. As brutal as any punk single in 1976. The bridge between then and afterwards.
Edit forgot to post the trach, FFS.
Can anyone name this lovely fellah from the era:
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RIP Bob.
And Happy New year fellow musos, especially David and Margaret and Martin and Zeb.
Thank you, and very best wishes from Tackle towers, Mrs T (who is only interested in the music threads) and the Faversham wine lake.HAPPY NEW YEAR Harry and Mrs Tackle.
By the way, did you know that VENUS IN FURS is a book by Mr Sado Massochist and he was a great, great relative of Marianne Faithfull?