By far the highlight of the day, was when we were waiting outside trying to drink our cheap cans of cider as quickly as possible (they wouldn't let us bring them in, tight cunts). This band strolls up, sets up there right on the grass next to us. Acoustic drums, 2 amps for guitars and the singer was singing through a megaphone, they didn't really dabble in a soundcheck and just went for it. They were fucking sick, possible the best band in the world. They got kicked off by security after about 15 minutes, but not before they let everybody know how baddass they were.
A dab of internet research later and I found this video of them playing the 4th plinth at Trafalgar square. Think it ended in a similar result. If anybody knows anybody who's into promoting gigs we should get these guys to play the Brudnell! They're called bad guys and they're mint.
Here's a shit photo:
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These guys are the fuckin shizzle! Lovin it.
Funnily enough we're playing at the Brudenell on the 25th of September. We're not on the bill, but we're the special guests. Head down for Badness.
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