The thrill of the new has re-energised this most peculiarly talented relic of the punk era.
KYIV: November 2007.
“You’ll like this,” said Anya. “Shakespeare, no words. Macbeth.”
Tough Thames-side town Tilbury is full of treats.
Majestic dockland windmills and cranes, two forts and . . . a mural of Frank Sinatra?
“78 we were there,” shouts someone. These gigs, full of us 50somethings reliving their youth.
The Gang of Four are now a gang of one, plus fill-ins.
A facial- fuzz-free gig in Shoreditch – that might be a 21st century first.
The beardless fans gathered after a long wait to see a legendary cult band. 35 years it’s been.
The Pop Group popped up from the West Country on their tractor (us Cardiffians know all people from Bristol drive tractors) for a free in-store run-through at the mecca of indie music.