[A bit of Pretext: Unfortunately one of my new year’ resolution wasn’t to ‘Start Making More Sense’. This blog is wholly confused and lacks quite a bit of focus, so try to forget my typed up inner monologue and just enjoy the clips, links and downloads as they’re all well worth the drivel you have to read through to get to them. Enjoy]

I’ve just come back to London: it’s dangerously cold and the days are eerily short. It seems to take an age, but when the morning light finally dissipates the night, the city is bathed in an incredible pink lemonade colour. Long before then – when I get up for work – its still pitch black. Gang Starr’s Hard to Earn has been the sound track – for the last couple of days – to this darkness. Something about the Guru/DJ Premier pairing reassures me on a gloomy morning (probably the knowledge that at least I don’t live in crime swamped, pre Giuliani New York).

Gang Starr – Suckas Need Bodyguards
(I should really have embedded Mass Appeal but this refers to my totally inane point about crime in New York).

I’m normally having my breakfast by the time Dwyck comes on:

Gang Starr Feat. Nice N Smooth – Dwyck (Live)
(The music video for Dwyck is a pretty good; a light hearted affair that sees Gang Starr and Nice and Smooth hanging out in Atlantic city with a bunch of attractive girls. I prefer this live version though. The two duos (with Dr Dre in attendance!) play on a TV show to about 10 people. The camera shots – looking out into the crowd – don’t do much to hide this and it makes for quite a funny/embarrassing final product.)

Dwyck is important to me here for two reasons.

Firstly: It reminded me of Nice N Smooth. Not exactly (well nowhere near) the Hip Hop legends that Gang Starr are, but well worth a mention for the few slabs of party classics they released (and for the odd awful choice of sample).

Nice N Smooth – Hip Hop Junkies
(Nice N Smooth made a remix of Hip Hop Junkies – in Spanish – called ‘Spanish Fly.’ Everything about this version is amazing, but the video is Killer. For some reason embedding on it is not available. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE go check it.)

Secondly (and slightly more sentimentally) for this lyric:

“Lemonade was a popular drink and it still is”

For no particular reason, this is my favourite Guru line of all time.

When I was a snotty teenager I used to buy Fat Boss magazine. British, A3 sized and equally UK/US Hip Hop based, it was illustrated with a weird range of Ninja based cartoons and printed on nice heavy paper. Every month it had a great poster. One month it had Guru coming out of a newsagents with a bottle of R Whites Lemonade (who incidentally have a great great ad). The aforementioned lyric was printed beneath his big grin.

It was this poster that I really wanted to blog about, but I can’t find it anywhere on the internet, nor can I find a note about Fat Boss (RIP).

So instead of leading you completely empty handed, i’ll leave you with a huge sidetrack:

After googling Fat Boss I found this great photo of Mento legend Count Owen.

It reminded me, for no particular reason but its tropical nature, of a track that Pablo (aka El Guincho) gave me a few days ago: ‘Hindou’ by Orefiche & Valdespi. I can’t find anything on the internet about the duo or the track, the lyrics are in Spanish and I’m an ignoramus when it comes to Latin music, so I won’t try to educate you on it. What I will say is that it’s out of this world beautiful and reminds me of that lemonade pink that London occasionally gets bathed in.

Download: ‘Hindou’ by Orefiche & Valdespi

Don’t bother trying to google wookie, unless you want to be overloaded by these sort of images (not such a bad thing really).

The Wookie I’m bringing up is of the UKG type, known to the taxman as Jason Chue. Jon from my office has been searching high and low for his self titled album. It came in today and was well worth the month long wait. Wookie came to wider prominence with a few excellent remixes including Gabrielle’s Sunshine (I never knew there was a Frankie Knuckles mix too!!!) and Soul II Soul’s Back to Life. From here he went on to make an album, which I’d group amongst some of the other great British Dance albums of all time, including: Blue Lines, Club Classics Vol 1, Untrue. Although these differ in genre and aims, they’re brought together by dark brooding production and excellent use of British soulful vocals. Typifying this, at its best is:

Wookie -Battle

Whilst looking all this up I could get over quite how amazing Soul II Soul used to look. I can’t fathom anything feeling nearly as exciting in this day and age:

Soul II Soul – Back To Life

Soul II Soul – Keep On Movin’

Strangely, Melissa Bell’s (the ‘other’ singer from Soul II Soul) daughter is Alexandra Burke. If you don’t know who she is you probably live outside of the UK and don’t need to know. If you do know, then you’ll know that the Beyonce duet was a pretty special moment. I was certain that is was fake, but was assured by someone there that it was 100% real. If it is indeed real, Beyonce really does have an unbelievable voice:

Beyonce and Alexandra Burke – Listen

In related news I can’t stop watching (even though the AMA peformance was better) this:

Beyonce – Single Ladies

So I’ll be buying these.

This Thursday our boy Kid Harpoon is having a Christmas bash to bid farewell to an eventful year. It will be his last show of the year, and probably the last one for a little while after that.

It’s taking place at Proud Gallery in Camden in aid of Shelter.

For £5 cheaplist, email names to katie@theyoungturks.co.uk with ‘kid harpoon christmas’ in the subject.

(Above image provided by Edward Quarmby)

This blog has been left in a state of complete disregard. Sorry. The task of having to run a record label and the importance of the last few weeks in the World’s history extinguished my ability and desire to litter the internet with my musings on music and pop culture.

Last night, however, completely changed that.

Under a day on from the election and 1 000 000 articles already exist on the subject. I’ve not the faintest idea of the real meaning of it all, so I’ll try not to pretend I do.

What the election and all the emotion that charged round with it did teach me was how amazing the idea of now is. If you can detach yourself from the past and imagine that being in the now means all you look forward to is an undecided future, then you can live in infinite hope.

So…

I’m going to disregard any worries that Obama won’t live up to my expectations and that the world’s environment, economy and chances for peace won’t implode over the next 4 years and just enjoy the knowledge that now, in this exact moment, anything could happen.

(I’m not sure how the following came together in my brain but here’s my post-election-elation selection, a.k.a. Obama’s Message of Unity Mix)

The Beatles – Come Together

Spiritualized – Come Together

Primal Scream – Come Together

MC5 – Come Together

Times New Viking – Come Together

amazing:

Vampire Weekend’s Ezra performing with Fucked Up
(i don’t think i’ve seen a photo this good in years)

Moby performing with Fucked Up

Holy Fuck are currently on a stupidly long tour around the UK with Foals. To celebrate this meeting of minds, each band did a cover of one of the others songs. We pressed up 500 of these for the road and some for our shop.

You can buy the below item by clicking here or on the photo above.

We’ve also uploaded both (HUGE FILE SIZE) for you to have for free:

Foals – Super Inuit

Holy Fuck – Balloons

Enjoy.

In other news:

Our best friend Ferry Gouw has designed a T-Shirt based around the Holy Fuck song Safari. You can buy it here.

Jiro Bevis, who we also love, drew this for us:

Funnily enough, we’ve also made that into a tshirt, which you can find here.

And whilst I’m at it, we have just reprinted the following tshirts:

YTEE 015W

YTEE 015B

You can get them both here.

DJ Mujava’s Township Funk should have been the sound to my summer but, as we don’t get those anymore, it’ll have to suffice as the sound of my autumn August. It’s simplicity and melody are what first brought me to the track, buts its the scrappy, almost primal sounding drum machine that really gets me passionate about it.

DJ Mujava – Township Funk

Prefixing a third-world-ghetto to the word ‘funk’ seems like a cynical ploy to capitalize on the success of others, but Township Funk genuinely hails from a scene, Kwaito, born out of the townships of South Africa. Better versed blogs can tell you all about Kwaito, if you care to read on, but my research found nothing I care to share (except for this slice of brilliance). In fact, unlike Funk Carioca, the one thing that this track fails to do is get me intrigued about its origins or make me daydream about the township parties it came from. The most obvious influences to my ears, tend to push me away from other world ghetto pop/global ghetto funk and point me towards cheesy but irresistible Euro House. This rather famous banger in particularl:

Rune – Calabria

If Township Funk can run for nearly as long as Calabria, then don’t be surprised to soon see the Trance Mix, the massive vocal house mash up, the even bigger danish dancehall remix and the biggest of them all: the hip-hop remix of the dancehall remix (plus the obligatory Dominican rap remix of the hip hop remix of the dancehall remix).

In short, get ready for the possibility of getting very bored of hearing Township Funk, very quickly.

In ode to the aforementioned Trance Mix of Calabria here’s another heavenly Euro Trance track by the same producers:

Drunken Monkey – E

(Oh god, this video is so good.)

I spent the weekend just gone in Berlin. Weekends there are an electronic music fans dirty dream. DJs play from Thursday night through to Monday afternoon, without respite, in clubs, bars, abandoned buildings, parks, houses and anywhere else they can fit a sound system. Berlin houses some of the worlds greatest record stores which, open all week, are complemented by the cities many flea markets, full to the brim with untapped treasures.

(Bar 25)

One of the main reasons I went out to Berlin was to see Riton and JG Wilkes from Optimo DJ at Broken Hearts Club, a monthly night of rotating music policy and venue that provides a constant stream of high quality guest djs and eclecticism. This month the club was held at Bar 25, a pretty special spot, set in the secluded riverside of Friedrichshain. The venue is made up of 3 wooden shack-like bars, an outdoor cinema/circus and an excellent restaurant. With the nights psychedelic dress code and the surroundings somewhat resembling a Germanic Neverland, the music policy of Krautrock, Cosmic Rock/Soul/Disco was the perfect soundtrack to a rather hot night.

(JG Wilkes from Optimo and Riton aka Eine Kleine Nachtmusik with Eine Kleine Nachtmusik – the movie, being screened behind)

As ever, JG Wilkes played a wonderfully diverse set, but it was all round great guy Henry Smithson who provided the highlight of the night for me. As you might have read, Henry has just made a superb tribute to 1970’s Krautrock with his new album/project Eine Kleine Nachtmusik, and his set much reflected this. The 10 minute movie he made with Phantom for the album, (CHECK IT OUT NOW HERE) was continuously projected onto a screen behind the decks whilst he played a set made up of anything German and from the 1970’s (apart from a few choice cuts from his own album.) He kept a slow chugging groove throughout, that peaked (much to the crowds delight) in both tempo and selection quality, with Neu’s classic Hallo Gallo.

A great guide to the inspirations behind Eine Kleine Nachtmusik and the sound of the DJ set is this excellent new mixtape. Get it here:

Eine Kleine Tonite Music chosen, edited and mixed by Eine Kleine Nachtmusik

Track Listing:

Eroc – Zimperlein
Edgar Froese – Pinnacles
Intence – Jump on Velvet Paws
Kraftwerk – Boing Boom Tschak
Kraftwerk – Neonlicht
Tone Band – This is Germany Calling
Toy Planet – Two Dophins go Dancing
Faust – Its a Rainy Day, Sunshine Girl
Guru Guru – Globetrotter
Conrad Schnitzler- Das Tier
Peter Bauman – The Third State
Cluster – Caramel
Cluster – Grosses Vasses
Holger Czukay – On the Way to the Peak of Normal
Die Grüne Reise – Ich Bin
Baffo Banfi – Indian
Rheingold- Dreiklangsdimensionen
Canaxis 5 – Boat Woman Song
Amon Düül –
Uberfällig – Puls
Neu! – Hallo Gallo
Eloy – Impressions
Holger Czukay – Persian Love
Tangerine Dream – Love on a Real Train
Segius Golowin – Die Weibe Aim

(Tic at Picknick, Mitte)

Another nightlife highlight of our trip was Mitte’s half legal Picknick. During the summer Picknick is held in two connected courtyards that split the musical responsibility between italo-disco/disco/80’s electro in one area and techno/house in the other. Both sets of DJs were great but even though I was assured that this was the ‘fun, laid-back place to go’ I still didn’t see one Berliner smile all night. I can’t find any addresses, maps, or websites for the party as I fear it’s not strictly legal, but it takes place every Saturday and can be found by asking any local record shop/bar/scenester about it. One word of warning: watch out for the door guy, he’s a moody stuck up so-and-so. Be nice to him with the aim of getting in and then forget he ever existed.

Just as the sun came up, the DJ played Detroit Techno legend, Kevin Saunderson’s ‘Heavenly’ (1997). A great moment/track.

Keving Saunderson – Heavenly

(I’ve also uploaded Juan Atkin’s brilliant mix of Kevin Saunderson’s Heavenly for you to download if you please.)

Not quite having the same stamina as the locals I did actually sleep a bit and was even active in daylight hours. This led me to stumbling across what is now one of my favourite record stores:

(Audio-In, Friedrichshain)

Audio-In (Libauerstraße 19, Friedrichshain, Berlin) is one of those small record stores that only has a few sections, but for every 10 records: you want 9. The staff are hugely knowledgeable music lovers and are desperate to help/recommend/educate/debate about pretty much any genre in there (specialties include: Techno, Italo Disco, House, Synth Rock and Electro). If you buy enough vinyl/spend enough time, they might just give you the odd free record.

One of the jewels amongst the records I bought was this 1979 classic by The Warlord:

The Immortals – The Ultimate Warlord (1979 Version)
(Check the 1981 Version’s cover. I inexplicably bought both)

(Credit has to go to the guy who spent all that time sourcing and editing the footage for that homage to The Ultimate Warlord.

Here are two records I heard in London’s excellent Disco Bloodbath, failed to find in London but found in brilliant condition at Audio-In:

Shelia B. Devotion – Spacer

(On further listens, Spacer sounds like the certain inspiration for my all time favourite Cutters Crew song Died in Your Arms.)

Voyage – I Love You Dancer
(To see the back cover click here)

I may as well admit that this has descended into my mini guide to Berlin, so, finally, if you spend enough time in Audio-In and build up a good appetite, you can head across the road to the great Italian place. Calzone comes highly recommended:

(Tic and the Calzonesaurus)

Last night I watched Yugoslavian/Bosnian director Emir Kusturica’s hilarious Black Cat, White Cat (1998).

Set in Serbia, ‘Black Cat, White Cat’ is a surreal gangster themed black comedy full of mystifying contraptions, bizarre relationships and dizzying scenarios about a group of Roma gypsies who plan to steal a train full of oil. That little bit of hyperbole might lead you to believe that its a Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels for Eastern Europe, and you’d be a bit right, except its not a cliche – packed – Richie cheese extravaganza.

The soundtrack to the movie is equally as exciting. Until I did a bit of internet research I had absolutely no idea how the soundtrack was compiled and who all the tracks were by; what I found was pretty incredible. Even though the soundtrack takes in a whole slew of different genres ranging from Balkan gypsy folk to Euro-Trance, it was all composed and performed by the same people: Zabranjeno Pušenje aka No Smoking Orchestra aka Black Cat, White Cat Orchestra.

The ‘Black Cat, White Cat Orchestra’ was formed out of the ‘No Smoking Orchestra’ who were originally a highly successful Serbian garage rock band called ‘Zabranjeno Pušenje’ (which means No Smoking.) The band’s music has always been highly satirical and very political, matched by their affiliation to the comedy TV/Radio show Top Lista Nadreaista. During the Bosnian War the band, who were from different parts of Yugoslavia, had to split. At the end of the war the band came back together. The soundtrack is one of the resulting gems they’ve produced.

The accompanying clips portray the vast variation in musical styles that the soundtrack possesses, and the clips that go with the music gives you a great taste of what the movie is like as a whole.

From balkan folk…

To Euro Trance…

With a bit more looking I found the track from the limo clip, in full. DJS, PLEASE START PLAYING THIS OUT:

Zabranjeno Pusenje aka No Smoking Orchestra aka Black Cat, White Cat Orchestra – Pit Bull

Delia Derbyshire was an electronic musician who came to prominence whilst working at the BBC Radiophonic Workshop. I first came across her when trying to clear the samples on El Guincho’s debut Alegranza. The sample in question was taken from Delia’s track Mattachin and used on El Guincho’s Costa Paraiso.

Delia Derbyshire – Mattachin
(Ignore the animation, it has no relevance to the music or the article, even though its interesting.)

What jogged my memory about Delia was a fascinating piece written about her in The Times, yesterday, based around her lost works (hidden somewhere in the depths of BBC HQ,) having finally been found and dusted off. I could give a full run down of her life and the story of the missing tape but you’d get far more out of just reading it yourself:

Delia’s created ‘future’ sounding theme tunes, background music and soundbeds for BBC radio and TV programs. Her techniques, limited by the lack of technology in exsistence, consisted of recording a sound onto magnetic tapes, sculpting them with a razor blade, manipulating them with analogue effects and recording techniques (delays, echoes, reverbs etc) and then sticking each individual sound back onto that tape. The following is a video of Delia explaining some of the process:

One of her most famous bits of work is her classic Dr Who theme tune:

Written by Rob Grainer and Delia Derbyshire and arranged by Delia Derbyshire

Outside of her work with the BBC (which apart from including countless radio and tv themes, including recordings with John Peel and Barry Bermange) Delia was involved with a few other electronic music projects. Two of these are particularly interesting:

White Noise was the band Delia formed, in 1969, with long time colleague at the BBC, Brian Hodgson and American composer David Vorhaus. As a trio the band created An Electric Strom an album which even though it has been widely hailed as having laid the plan for future electronic music still avoids sounding just like an experiment in new sounds and actually contains beautiful song writing, melody and emotion.

White Noise – Love Without Sound

Just before White Noise came about, Delia and Brian Hodgson formed a group called Unit Delta Plus which not only set about creating electronic music but promoting it and its uses in film, television and radio too. Unit Delta Plus died out just before the creation of White Noise, but they did manage to involve themselves in the infamous show at the Roundhouse in Camden, The Million Volt Light and Sound Rave. I can’t find out too much about it other than it was a night of ‘Electronic Music’, including a set by Unit Delta Plus, set to different light shows. The other band on the bill were The Beatles doing a one off piece of music called The Carnival of Light, which is reported to be a 12-15 minute long bit of music that includes Paul and John screaming over loops of noise and was reportedly banned from release by either George Harrison or George Martin (no one can work out who,) on the grounds that it was too avant garde. Sounds like a pretty incredible night.

The fear of Friday the 13th is called paraskavedekatriaphobia, derived from the Greek words Paraskeví (Παρασκευή) meaning Friday, and dekatreís (δεκατρείς) meaning thirteen, attached to phobía (φοβία) meaning phobia funnily enough.

According to National Geographic News , some people are so paralysed by fear on this day that they avoid their normal routines in doing business, taking flights or even getting out of bed. They say, “It’s been estimated that between $800 and $900 million is lost in business on this day.” I’ve spent about three quarters of my day dawdling over this post, so sorry for my contribution to the declining economy.

The source of this fear can be traced to a number of numerological patterns, the idea that 12 is the complete number, with 12 months of the year, 12 signs of the zodiac, 12 tribes of Israel etc. Meanwhile, in ancient Rome, witches reportedly gathered in groups of 12. The 13th was believed to be the devil.

It’s likely, however, that the most common source of the phobia is a combination of Christian theology. Fridays are considered unlucky as it’s said to be the day Jesus was crucified, the day Great Flood began, and the day Adam and Eve ate from the forbidden fruit. Judas, the apostle who betrayed Jesus, was the 13th guest to the Last Supper.

Some pretty influential events in modern history have taken place on this fateful date over the years….

In October 1925 Beatrice Roberts gave birth to a baby girl who would go on to become the most revered/hated female politician in British history.

In August 1926 born illegitimately to his father’s household servant, this man ruled Cuba under a Communist dictatorship for 49 years:

Taking these as a rule, one can only wonder how long we have to wait before these two, born Friday 13th June 1986, graduate from eating disorders and recreational drug use to fully fledged leaders of the people. They already have an estimated net worth of $100 million. I’m a little bit afraid.

But let’s concentrate on the important things in life…Black Sabbath unleashed this from their debut album on Friday, February 13, 1970. Enjoy. And break a leg.

From a purely hedonistic standpoint, hoping to lay musical output aside, I wonder what would be more fun: to be DeAndre Cortez Way , better known as Soulja Boy Tell ‘Em or simply “Soulja Boy,” or a pre-America’s Most Wanted, Native Tongue mascot “Chi-Ali” Griffith circa 1992. Both having either enjoyed, or are currently enjoying success in their mid-teens (17 and 15 respectively), I guess it really boils down to what one considers to be more “fun.”

On one hand, Soulja Boy’s “Crank That” spent 7 weeks at #1 on the Billboard Hot 100 charts, which I’m sure qualifies him for a steady stream of loose fisted handjobs behind the stage of a sold out mall performance from a pudgy white girl with Ms. Fields sprinkles caked between her molars. On the other hand, Chi Ali’s first release, the Beatnut’s-produced “The Fabulous Chi-Ali” went widely overlooked, yet as a part of the Native Tongues Posse, he helped pioneer the more “conscious,” jazz-influenced, afrocentric rap that would help define hip-hop’s Golden Age. Having debuted his squeaky shrill on Black Sheep’s “Pass the 40” at merely 14-years-old, Ali was literally in the fucking trenches; you have to imagine Chi was most likely afforded the opportunity to smoke a shit ton of weed with The Jungle Brothers , sit in on Tribe’s Midnight Marauders, and, more importantly, receive a fair amount of seconds, or possibly thirds ors fourths, after Busta Rhymes, Charlie Brown and Dinco D stabbed some Leaders of the New School groupie vagina (reference: “Everybody is amazed with Chi-Ali/Cause I’m 14 and my girls’ 23”).

Sure we could get into semantics, and argue it’d probably be the most fun to be The Pack. Like Chi, they get to smoke a shit ton of weed with a hip-hop icon, Too $hort, and like Soulja Boy, they probably receive mediocre handjobs from pudgy white girls. But, I think the answer at hand is quite clear: Soulja Boy. Chi-Ali is currently serving 14 years in Elmira, New York City for fucks sake while Soulja Boy spends his ringtone money on diamond-clad Wii controllers.

—Harley, the Black Dr. Zhivago

Chi-Ali – “Age Ain’t Nuthin’ But a #:”

Thursday night I travelled to Liverpool’s SoundCity festival, that boasted a bill that included The Field, Four Tet, Telepathe and Hercules and Love Affair. Here’s what I can away with:

Telepathe:

I’ve seen these Brooklynites a few times in recent weeks as they have traipsed from East London to South London to Brighton to East London to Liverpool and probably back to East London a few more times in between. Their performance is at times awkward and discomforting in contrast with the hypnotic assuredness of their Sitek crafted album tracks . As with those recordings, the menacing drum fills and conspiratorial vocal interplay create a real sense of a sinister streak in the band when playing live. Whether through apprehension or aloofness there is also a detachment in the live set that some find frustrating, although for me it contributes to the trance-like nature of the experience, and for that, I think I may love them more for it.

Hercules and the Love Affair:

I have never been that bowled over by Anthony Hegarty, so I wasn’t as keen as I might otherwise have been to explore his contributions to the New York disco-revival band everyone has been talking about. The dribs and drabs I did hear from the debut album didn’t provoke much excitement in me, so I’ve been reluctant to enquire much further. However, as I learnt, and as you can hopefully gauge, from the above clip, they are pretty sensational live. Whilst Telepathe’s show could be called shambolic, this is a slick and well considered operation, matching Hercules shirts, 80s style cut-off trousers, zipped Converse shoes, and more importantly, everything was played live. Walking syncopated bass lines, shimmering keys, rumbling synths, bouncing beats and swelling horns, fronted by the impossibly beautiful Kim Ann Fox and scantily-clad transsexual Nomi had the Barfly utterly enthralled and yearning for more. I highly recommend seeing them asap.

Romain Gavras is the most exciting thing I have come across this year, and probably last year too. Romain is not a techno producer, nor is he a singer songwriter or even a musician, he is, in fact, a music video director of the highest order. I’d go far as to say that he was the best young music video director around today. Instead of blabbing on about it, I just have to present you with the following three videos as my argument:

Justice – ‘Stress’

The Last Shadow Puppets – ‘The Age Of The Understatement’

Dj Mehdi feat. Thomas Bangalter – ‘Signatune’

Justice – ‘Stress’ is the best music video I have seen, maybe ever. Whilst the others are both beautifully and interestingly shot, ‘Stress’ plays out like a 2008 ‘La Haine’, only more terrifying. For all the news reports, phone calls from friends and newspaper articles written about the riots in France, I’d never quite understood the boredom and anger that seems to have washed over a large portion of today’s French youth until now. Watch it and prepare for your pulse to go through the roof and sheets of cold sweat to flood down your face. Hopefully this is the start of a very long and prosperous career.

MIA – Paper Planes (Holy Fuck remix).mp3

Directed by Paul Dugdale.

Sorry about the rape vibes, he’s usually quite nice….

We’re doing a new night with Seb Chew and Ben Parmar (YOYO.) The flyer below says it all really. It’s not going to be a one off, so if you miss this one do come down to another, they’re going to be held in various venues around the city.

14+

£6

with We Are Scientists

with We Are Scientists

£5

with We Are Scientists

£5

with We Are Scientists

£5

£5

with We Are Scientists