Drinking the other night with one Dick Vomit at Skipper Webb's birthday celebrations.
He was telling me he'd found a vintage tape of pop combo Terror Fish, circa 1981, in his mum's attic. He seemed V happy as he'd been going on about their celebrated drug classic 'The Squeaking Goblin' for approximately 18 years.
He still wants to do a cover of it. What superb taste he has.
Found this poster at the back of my filing cabinet for their last ever gig in the dungeoness underground shithole Baxter's - where anybody would be lucky to leave alive.
Berlin Nacht, the support act, were Crewkerne's answer to, well, all the other bands with a desire to have German names. They were a cross between A Flock Of Seagulls & Toto.
Note the Void Jazz logo, possibly the most prolific organizers of drug-fuelled, bargain-basement, off the wall, deranged, one off gigs of their time.
My memories of this gig are vague, but I do remember the joy of leaving the place without a broken glass being put in my face.
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