Last few shows for a while…

Posted in Uncategorized with tags on January 24, 2010 by wilsonfiskband
wilson fisk, waist down

Check it out. It's me and Will. From the Waist Down.

Tuesday is the beginning of a trio of shows that at the moment will be our last until around Easter time.

These are they

26th Jan. The Fighting Cocks Kingston w/Tall Ships and Speak Your Heart

27th Jan. The Albert Brighton w/Tall Ships and Speak Your Heart

28th Jan. Bar Blue Eastbourne w/Speak Your Heart and Mammoth Mammoth

They promise to be both Jokeahontas and Awesome Wells

Afterwards we’re gonna knuckle down and go write and record some new jams. We’re also booking ourselves a lovely Easter tour. If you fancy putting us on and being gifted the thrice in a lifetime chance of becoming a character in one of these hilarious but uniquely touching blogs then email

I shall update you on our exploits a theses three shows soon!

much affection



SCY, Lincoln, 15th January 2010.

Posted in Uncategorized with tags on January 20, 2010 by wilsonfiskband

Ric and I were tragically awoken from our slumber by the fact that we had to leave so early because our gracious host had to be at work for 8.30. However this was not before the mother of the house had given me tea and porridge and we had discussed in the most politely British way ever the recent inclement weather. We then set about the unenviable task of getting Jamie up. This is really hard. When this guy get’s to sleep he cannot by roused by man or beast. We managed to entice him up by the promise of being able to sleep in the van. This worked. He was also coming down off far too much concentrated Red Bull and it was probably best that we just locked him in the back of the van and let him ride it out cold turkey.

I got dropped back in Exeter and met up with the other dudes. Apparently Will had proceeded to cook himself a noodle based dish upon arrival back at Nic’s house that had taken far longer and made more mess than it should have but I couldn’t possible comment seeing as I was off constructing a fantasy life where I played the good wife.

This was Will's meal. Brutal

Today was big drive day. Unfortunately we had to take two cars as Ed had work the next day so he took Will with him and Nic had an audition for drama school so he came with me.

There’s very little I can say about the trip up. You may have been reading this blog thinking ‘my my the author of this blog is so skilled he is making even the most mundane of activities read like Catcher In The Rye! So funny yet still betraying a sense of wide eyed expectation of the world which, while hopeful, is continually beaten down by the hands of time’ (I’ve never read Catcher In The Rye, can you tell?). However today defeats me. All we did was drive. We got into our respective vehicles, programmed our respective satnavs and listened to our respective music of choice for the 4 hour trip. Will and Ed plumped for 4 hours of John Mayer. Yea. John Mayer, the whole way. It’s a wonder they didn’t have tasteful tattoo sleeves, Jennifer Aniston’s number and their own blues trio by the time we arrived in Lincoln. For Nic and I it was me barking requests at Nic in an attempt to broaden his musical tastes beyond the neo-pop-punk and dodgy screamo that clogs his mp3 player (Nic doesn’t like Ipods because apparently the customer service isn’t great. Well stop dropping it in the toilet then). We had Hot Water Music, Minus The Bear, Tubelord all the greats. It was a real ear opener for him. Suffice to say we spent 3 and a half hours listening to neo-pop-punk and dodgy screamo.

Football! Leicester!! Not as funny when written down!!

Briefly returning to satnavs. If you ever want to make your vehicle appear as something far more sophisticated than it is, put something in it that talks to you. No I don’t mean a girlfriend (ha!) or a friend, I mean something cold and electronic that barks instructions and makes recommendations to you that you follow without question. That is true futuristic sophistication. If it’s hooked up to satellites even better. However to make yourself appear more sophisticated to go along with your new uber-sophisticated vehicle you need to act like your electronic talk-device listens to you. Allow me to demonstrate. When your satnav gives you directions it is imperative that you respond in the correct manner. When it says ‘turn left at the roundabout’ you must respond each time by saying ‘very good Mr Garmin’ or more simply ‘make it so’ before realising that you are in fact the one driving.. When it warns you of potential speed cameras or traffic you respond by saying ‘on screen’ then cursing under your breath so the rest of the crew don’t see your weakness. However when it beeps at you constantly because it thinks you’re going  too fast in a zone where there are average speed checks you must show it who’s boss but shouting ‘dammit I know the risks/what I’m doing’ and lob it out the window.

We arrived in Lincoln following a disappointing and painfully over-priced service station lunch (how can you get bangers and mash wrong?) to meet Steve from the ace band Young Wolves who was putting the show on. It sounded like he’d had a right nightmare booking this evening’s show as he had had to change venue at the last minute to upstairs at a painfully filthy bar near Lincoln town centre. This meant a 10.30 curfew and a disco load out. We loaded in set up and went and parked in what has been lovingly dubbed the ‘Bat Cave’ because of its narrow and heroic entrance. Ric had some issues getting the van in some therefore spent a long time screaming and stressing himself out. If only I had had a shepherds pie and an apple crumble to hand to placate him. Then Ed, Ric and I went to get some food. We had chicken and Vimto on tap. It was great. Ed had wanted chicken all tour and his little face lit up at his first bite. Ric was not the conversationalist we had come to expect because the chicken place had a TV showing R’n’B hits on it that he could not draw his eyes away from. The choreography in Christian Aguilera’s ‘Can’t Hold Us Down’ is truly engrossing.

See that totally rad sound system. We were allowed to use none of it.

We arrived back at the venue to see Young Wolves wrap up their set. They were beset by difficulties. Broken amps and flimsy drum kits tragically cut their set short but what I saw I enjoyed. I also enjoyed looking at Steve behind a drum kit because is an exceptionally tall man and it looks like a normal sized person playing a toy drum kit. Dead Spex and Dollymops played next who were both great and glorioulsy heavy and spazzy. We were worried that our own brand of New Found Glory influenced alt-pop would be met with hostility but the crowd seemed to dig it. We only played 5 tunes as time was running short. Tall Ships then set up and proceeded to play their first song to pretty much no-one. However by the end of their second song everyone was inside and getting into it. They are really great.

Wilson Fisk the musical

If I may be serious for a moment; I know we toured with them and they’re our friends now (and I might like one of them a bit too much) but Tall Ships are great. They just make music that on the surface is fun and dancey but the more you keep listening to it the more rewarding it is as you hear each layer and feel each drop. They are also, to me, the perfect band in terms of attitude. For them it is all about the enjoyment and buzz of playing and about creating something enriching and rewarding to both them and the listener that is not simply instant throw-away garbage. They are a band of musicians creating music because it’s fun. This is an attitude that I think is becoming rarer and rarer. So thank god for Tall Ships.

After the show we loaded out bid bittersweet farewells to Tall Ships and to Steve. We hatched plans to meet again and play many rock and roll shows together. I pray this happens. Snorlax had to leave early to get back for work. He nearly died in Folkestone becasue his tyre burst while he was driving. We’re really lucky that Ed is alive. Will was a bit gutted though cos he owes him so much money.

Ed's wheel. Brutal

4 days. Doesn’t seem like much. But it was great. Thanks to Matt, Ric and Jamie. To Frank and Ellie in Cornwall, To Tom, Jo  and all our current and former friends in Exeter, To Ashley in Plymouth, Jess, the Cold Squid and everyone else in Tavistock, Steve, Rosa and Will for continuing to be gracious and patient hosts. Thanks to Steve, Dean and Young Wolves, Dead Spex and the Dollymops. Thanks to Speak Your Heart . Also, without attempting to be a self-involved tool thanks to Will, Ed and Nic. If you came to a show thanks for coming. If you came espcially to us thats even more humbling. If you went and downloaded the record after seeing us thanks for doing that too. And if you read all of these blogs start to finish thanks alot as well. I hope there is a next time.

The Skiving Scholar, Plymouth, 14th January 2010.

Posted in Uncategorized with tags on January 18, 2010 by wilsonfiskband

We slept late this morning as the drive to Plymouth is under an hour and we didn’t have to be there until late, plus Jo is super generous and lovely. After we had roused ourselves and Will had lamented his choice of hard, unyielding floor over soft, inviting sofa we set off to find Nic. We once again attempted to gain access to our old practice room but were once again foiled so we decided to shell out on a premium rate practice room in town.

Because we’re such party dudes (ha!) we’d left our gear in the venue so we could all drink and make merry so our first stop was to go and collect it. We then headed into town to get Ed some plectrums and me some disappointing foodstuffs. A warning to anyone, Sainsbury’s tuna and sweet corn pasta is a bland and flavorless affair while the less said about the cucumber dominated falafel and houmos wrap the better.

A disappointing meal makes me disappointed. Look at the disappointment.

We then proceeded to get our practice on merely two days late. However it was very fruitful, we finished one brand new song that is called ‘Closing Down (Everything Must Go)’ it’s about not fearing death; also we now we have a title with brackets in it, ergo we shall become successful. (It’s worked for) the Offspring, Oasis and Biffy so it’s bound to work for us. We also have another song which is pretty much done entitled ‘Horse or Hat’. They’re both great.

These are mine and Wills game faces.

After practice we decided to meet up with our brethren in Tall Ships to dump our equipment in the back of their van. We decided to do this in a Sainsbury’s car park in a scene that resembled what can only be described as the most cumbersome arms deal in history. We were also regaled with the harrowing events that had befallen Jamie and particularly Matt the night before. Suffice to say Matt is a like the Jesus Christ of the Skins generation, with all the hardship and moral purity that that entails.

Drugs, Guns and Puppies.

The drive to Plymouth was uneventful but thankfully short. We arrived at the venue late only to find that Tall Ships had unloaded all our gear for us. What splendid young men they are! We said hello to the promoter Ashley who is a lovely man and were then greeted by our buddies in Speak Your Heart who we are doing a couple of shows with later this month. They are on tour now so you should go check them out!

Acoustic. Yea.

We have an odd relationship with the Scholar. We’ve played here twice before, one of which was the worst show we’ve ever done and the other was the furiously ill-attended debut of Snorlax. On that second occasion both Will and I were accosted in the toilet by a well known Plymouth character known for attempting to solicit sexual activity in public restrooms. Needless to say both Will and I said we were flattered but politely declined. However there was no such luck tonight.

I am going out on a limb here and say that the show however was the best of tour, perhaps even the best Wilson Fisk show to date. The Tall Ships lads had played in Plymouth quite a bit and therefore managed to pull quite the crowd including a group of painfully nice girls who had all dressed up in nautical themed attire (Tall SHIPS get it?). Perhaps one day attractive young women will come to our shows dressed as New York based Marvel super villains; ho hum, one can but dream.

We then proceeded to take the obligatory tour photo. Our choice for a location was an old up lit church in the centre of a roundabout. Hopefully these photos should see the light of day soon as Ric took them with his giganta-camera. He also took several arty shots of me and Ed. If I was a model I’d want Ric to take all my photo’s, he’s just so damn gentle with his lens.

Spot the down-trow(s)

Speak Your Heart went on and were marvelous as always. During our set we played our new song and I dedicated it to my recently deceased, much missed and loved cat Nancy (RIP forever in our laps). This prompted a discussion with an audience member who had also recently lost a pet. In my attempts to be witty I managed to offend the nice person and played the next song feeling like a prize tit. In my attempts to apologise I perhaps came across as slightly lecherous and the woman in the audience felt the need to introduce me to her husband. He was a handsome man. I totally would have.

Wilson Fisk taking care of buisness.

Tall Ships then proceeded to go on and play an absolute blinder. The crowd loosened up and their set culminated in a massive dance party. It was great. We (we being the Fisk) all went on and grabbed instruments and proceeded to jam our little hearts out. It was one of those little euphoric, life-affirming moments where you can feel the serotonin shoot up your spine and all consequence and worry is removed for that one blissful moment. Then we had to load out. That sucked.

Everyone needs to go to a Tall Ships show at least once in their life.

The other three of my band were very tired so headed back to Nic’s house in Exeter to get some much needed rest. I however, being such a party dude (ha!), decided to accompany the Tall Ships boys to Tavistock(rock city) to go stay with their friends. This proved to be a fantastic choice for a number of reasons. Firstly I got to spend 45 mins in the back of blacked out van with Matt, Jamie and several strangers, I was then given tea upon arrival at the large house were staying in and proceeded to dazzle my new friends with my startling wit and joke making capabilities.

However the best reason of all was that I got to share a bed with Ric. Now I’m not going to lie, this was a big deal for me because Ric is hot. Not like go gay hot, more like get a sex change, marry, have kids and grow old together living by the sea-side hot. He’d work from home doing photography. Every now and again he’d have to go away on shoots and I’d be sad but the sadness would be bitter sweet because I know he’ll be back. When he comes back I’d cook him his favorite meal (shepherds pie followed by apple crumble I assume) and then we’d put the kids to bed and….I’ve said too much.

Exeter, Cavern, 13th January 2010.

Posted in Uncategorized with tags on January 18, 2010 by wilsonfiskband

We awoke in Falmouth relatively well rested.

They're smiling because they feels safe.

From looking on the news and the internet we were under the impression that Cornwall would resemble the planet Hoth and that travel would be only possible with a husky power snow-walker. However, like all good researchers, we decided to consult multiple sources. One of these sources we utilized was looking out the window which revealed Cornwall to in fact be warm, sunny and wholeheartedly pleasant. The drive to Exeter was like driving through a series of promotional tourist pamphlets about the Canadian seaside and passed largely without incident.

Alive with the glory of Cornwall

We drove back to Exeter early to try and get into our old practice room, lovingly dubbed ‘The Bunker’ and work on some new tunes (yea we do actually write songs as well as not practice the old ones). We went and got some food from the lovely wetherspoons and then attempted to gain access to the practice room. However due to a logistical nightmare we could not track down any keys. We eventually gave up and attempted to locate somewhere to wash our filthy bodies and change our filthy clothes. Myself, Will and Ed found ourselves in the University union building going for a cheeky covert shower in their changing rooms. Unfortunately there was only two showers so, being the gracious and selfless gent that I am, I let the other two go first. It is quite a surreal experience to be looking at two shower doors and listening to the two occupants of said showers give blow by blow accounts of how gross there bodies are. I won’t quote because some of you may have eaten; suffice to say I now know where both guitar players in Wilson Fisk have problems with dry skin. Ladies.

Now as some of you may be aware the Cavern is the best venue in the country, bar none. I was fortunate to work there for just under a year so it was great to be able to go see some old friends. One of said friends was the bar manager Tom who plays in the cracking Ok Pilot ( Tom is a legend and fed us up on the greatest of pre-show meals, cheese and chips. We were playing as part of the legendary Lofi Hifi club night which I used to run with my housemates from my last year at uni. One of these former house mates, the unstoppable DJ DangerWNK, came down to hang out, DJ and regale us with stories of how his DJ name is now more appropriate than ever through no fault of his own. Well, perhaps being so god damn handsome that men decided to masturbate next to him in train station toilets could be his fault but….i’ve said too much.

DNGRWNK (on the right) telling a tale. Primo.

The show was ace. We rocked hard, clearly buoyed to be back playing the venue that pretty much gave birth to us as a band. I even got to live out a mini-fantasy at the end of our show where I got to pass my bass to Matt and got to leap over the barrier and lollop about in the crowd like an excitably fawn.

Look at me go. I'm like a chubby Steven Tyler. On his day off.

Tall Ships then proceeded to make several new friends by playing an absolute blinder even though at one point everything stopped for no reason and we were treated to the now customary Tall Ships crisis alarm of ‘Oh nooooooooooooooo’

After the show we proceeded to dance and make merry with many old friends. It was fabulous. After the club night and Ed nearly being forcibly removed by the bouncer for inquiring as to who was grabbing him we proceeded to go get some food. While we were purchasing a selection of wholesome food items shop two of the local ‘rah’ population (painfully posh student-types) were passed out in the shop, clearly having indulged in far too much ‘lash’ and ‘banter’. After being forcibly removed by the shop owners one of these lads decided to take exception to Will’s jeggings (leggings that look like jeans for the uninitiated) and got rather mouthy. We of course put him down swiftly with our unrivalled linguistic gymnastics and left this chino sporting tool to lick his wounds. Unfortunately due to all these wounds being emotional we left him attempting to lick his own mind, with mixed results.

We then proceeded back to our good friend Jo’s house and the sleeping ritual began again. Will climbed into a sleeping bag and fell onto the floor to spend the rest of the night in relative discomfort despite their being a perfectly comfortable and available sofa in the next room. Me and Ed were lucky enough to have a bed to ourselves so the race was on to see who could fall asleep first. I lost. My sleepless night was soundtracked by the sounds of a chainsaw wielding maniac decimating a branch of Clarks.

Truro, Live Bar, 12th January 2010

Posted in Uncategorized with tags on January 18, 2010 by wilsonfiskband

I woke up in sunny Watford, packed up my car and drove to Exeter to meet the rest of the dudes. Unlike my usual stoic road warrior self I had to stop three times to use the little boys room, one stop was merely 20 minutes after the one before. Do I need to see my GP? answers on a postcard/appointment card.

We planned to meet early and run through a couple of new songs and generally catch up. However due to traffic (Will taking all his coppers to the bank to get them changed into coins, the sum total of £3 for all tour, he decided to survive on cup a soups and beans all tour. He did. Will is fucking crucial) and snow (Will and Ed living in Kent, a foolish, silly place) Ed and Will were a bit late. While waiting for them I went for an amazing Turkish coffee with my friend Jo. Me and Nic then met the other two in Exeter then tanked it to Cornwall.

The drive down was…shit scary. Apparently the forces of nature and death had decided to converge on the south west of England to forge a path snowy destruction. Due to us having the constitutions of polar exploring bison however we were not bowed by this. It was totally shit scary though. Every time anything overtook us it sprayed grey snow over the windscreen and I lamented on all the things I have done wrong in my life and cursed the fact it looked like I was not going to have any chance to atone for them. However, we made it. I can go on living my sin-filled consequence free existence.

Bar 200 is cool venue, the upstairs looks a bit like the attic of the house from the Narnia film.

This is Will posing next to Saxon. Saxon is mighty.

We arrived upstairs and met Frank from Dueling Kazoo’s who is a thoroughly nice man. We met the Tall Ships dudes too. Stars didn’t collide, fireworks didn’t fire out of our ears, polar bears didn’t present us with keys to various cities but everyone in the room knew that something special was happening.  Also playing that night were gruff‘n’ready Ralph Lauren enthusiasts Bangers.

We went on first and had fun. My bass kept cutting out and we were a bit ropey as it was the first time we had all been in the same room in nearly a month. However, due to Tall Ships and Bangers both being from Cornwall there was a fairly sizeable crowd and they seemed pretty into us. At one point I got so excited I punched Ed in the chest. Then Bangers went on are we ace. If you’re into your org-punk and haven’t checked out Bangers you’re silly. Really silly.

You can see me in the background trying to fix my bass. I Failed

Tall Ships then went on and proceeded to colonise the Truro natives and farmed their happiness to fuel their spiritual fires. Their set culminated in a massive extended jam with the band handing out percussion to the crowd.

you need to got to at least one Tall Ships show in your life.

Matt spied us lurking at the back and proceeded to hand us a bottle of vodka. I don’t know what kind of percussive sounds we were supposed to get out of it. What a tool. Will drank most of it and denied those standing around us access to it by a cold shake of the head. Tall Ships were great, really great.

Will is not very generous.

After the show we loaded out and convoyed it back to Falmouth. Tall Ships were keen to show off their hometown to us and we hit many sea side hotspots including allegedly Europe’s worst nightclub Shades.

At this point i felt like Tom Hanks at the beginning of Saving Private Ryan.

That's me at the back requesting Fugazi. They played it. I'm total punx

After a few drinks were sunk and a few wrestling moves were thrown down on the dance floor we headed to a house party were we discovered that if you mix rum, cola and orange juice and serve it in a mug it looks like coffee. However, it tastes like regret. Even though we are probably the biggest party dudes you will ever meet (ha!) we were all super tired so retired to our new friend Ellie’s fisherman’s cottage to get some much needed rest.

I must let it be known that I am in a band with three other dudes whose concepts of much needed rest don’t exactly chime with mine. Nic get’s super tired and sleeps instantly like he’s dead, and I mean dead; totally motionless and relatively soundless apart from the odd whimper or garbled phrase. That I can handle. Ed can sleep anywhere and fairly instantly but my god he snores. It sounds like someone is ripping Velcro of an idling chainsaw somewhere inside his face. This has led to me setting up on the floor/sofa./wherever we’re sleeping loads quicker than Ed so hopefully I’ll be asleep before he falls asleep and the Velcro chainsaw is fired up. Getting to sleep has become a race for me vs Ed. Will usual adopts the ‘sleep where I lay’ attitude where he will get into his sleeping bag, fall over and that is his bed for the night. However, after he’s had a couple of drinks inside him he becomes much like a mischievous toddler on Christmas Eve. Getting him into bed is hard enough but getting him to be quiet is even harder. On this night he decided he needed a wee. Now you might think that a logical person would wee in the bathroom of the house we were staying in. Not Will. He decided to go outside. He was gone for ages. When he finally came back he revealed that when he was about to go an emergency light came on and he got stage fright. This happened 3 or 4 times so he ended a long way from the house in his pants. This stuff happens to Will a lot. This is one of the reasons why I love Will so much.


Mini-Tour with Tall Ships part 1

Posted in Uncategorized with tags on January 16, 2010 by wilsonfiskband

Hello, we just got back from our first ever UK mini tour with Tall Ships.  Here’s what happened:

I feel that firstly I should introduce the characters who will undoubtedly make many appearances throughout these words just so you don’t get lost in a sea of under-developed characters.

Wilson Fisk

Nic plays drums in Wilson Fisk.  He is frightfully middle class.  This manifest’s itself in Nic’s refusal to eat at any form of fast food chain, horrible chip shop or service station.  He is also a super talented actor.

Ed (AKA Snorlax) plays guitar in Wilson Fisk.  He aquired his moniker from the drowsy Pokemon who can only be awakened by a Poke flute.  He is stoic.  He sleeps an awful lot and can fall asleep pretty much anywhere.  He is compelled to chronicle and capture every event that happens in life through the mediums of photography, video and various social net-working facilities.

Will plays guitar and is the crooner in Wilson Fisk.  He is skint.  He just got laid off from his job selling coats for dogs due to the recession. However from years of practice he is so able to survive with nothing that it’s almost scary.  When there‘s an apocalypse/zombie invasion I pray that I’ll be with Will.

I’m Barney and I play bass and am the loud, forced singer in Wilson Fisk.  I drive a lot.  I sort the shows and as you can probably tell I do the blog.  I also sweat profusely onstage.  I have a beard.  I am great at gay chicken.

Tall Ships

Jamie plays drums/bass in Tall Ships.  He dresses like a geographically confused worker of nature, part lumberjack and part fisherman.  When he sleeps he cannot be roused.  He has a chemical addiction to concentrated caffeine drinks.  He is terrible at gay chicken.

Matt plays bass/backwards keyboards/percussion/guitar in Tall Ships.  is day clothes make him look like he should be building you a conservatory.  He steals other people stage moves.  He is also has harrowing experiences that frequently test his self-control but he always passes. Always.

Ric plays guitar/frontways keyboards/sings/drums/percussion in Tall Ships.  He is uncontrollably attractive.  He dresses like a hip south-coast molester.  He takes photo’s a lot.  Arty photo’s.  He has a large chin hiding behind a lovely beard.  If there’s a TV on somewhere he is unable not to look at it.  Especially if he is eating chicken.

This is us.

2009 The Year of The Fisk

Posted in Uncategorized on December 26, 2009 by wilsonfiskband

This is a photo of us after we played our last show of 2009 at the Good Ship in Kilburn. Ed likes Nic. Alot

2009 was the year that Wilson Fisk finally left the practise room (and never went back), started playing shows, recording songs and doing all those things that ‘bands’ do.

In this year we played a moderate amount of shows, drove a rather silly amount of miles, made some lovely friends and had some good old fashioned fun.  We played shows with our heroes, with our old friends, with our new friends and with people that didn’t seem that interested in being our friends at all. We played basements, practise rooms, bars, clubs and theatres. We welcomed a new guy and bid farewell to nobody. We recorded with a buddy ( We put out a physical record we wished you to pay for but digitally we made no such demands. We enjoyed ourselves immensely.

However, this is but a drop in the ocean compared to what we hope to do. 2010 will kick off with a tour of sorts (dates will be posted below) followed by some more recording, some more song-writing and then who knows? Not us that is for sure. We’re standing at a crossroads. So to speak

If you’ve been nice to us we thank you. If you’ve been a dick we’re indifferent.

see you in 2010

12th Jan. Bar 200 Truro w/ Tall Ships and Bangers

13th Jan. Lofi Hifi @ Cavern Exeter w/ Tall Ships

14th Jan. Skiving Scholar Plymouth w/Tall Ships and Speak Your Heart

15th Jan. Horse and Groom Lincoln w/Tall Ships and Young Wolves

26th Jan. The Fighting Cocks Kingston w/Tall Ships and Speak Your Heart

27th Jan. The Albert Brighton w/Tall Ships and Speak Your Heart

28th Jan. Bar Blue Eastbourne w/Speak Your Heart and Mammoth Mammoth

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