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Ready for re-entry and re-animation – talking Everything Everything with Jeremy Pritchard
With the release of their delayed fifth LP, Re-Animator, now barely a week away, art-rock four-piece Everything Everything are crackin gon with plans for a tie-in UK and Irish headline tour next Spring … pandemic restrictions willing. But there’s no … Continue reading
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Tagged A Fever Dream, Alex Robertshaw, Arc, Blur, Everything Everything, Genesis, Get to Heaven, Hexham, Jeremy Pritchard, Jonathan Higgs, Man Alive, Manchester, Michael Jackson, Mike Spearman, Modern Bison, Northumberland, Peter Gabriel, Radiohead, Re-Animator, Salford, The Police, Tunbridge Wells, Violent Sun, XTC
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Hugh Cornwell – Clitheroe, The Grand
Apparently, four punters needed St John Ambulance medical attention in Kendal the night before I got to see Hugh Cornwell and his band’s two assured sets in not so far off Clitheroe. With that in mind, Hugh told the … Continue reading