Maybe it was the Fuller's, maybe it was the constant bloody Mobile Phone Cameras being thrust in the air - I was near the Front - maybe it was just a looser concert, maybe it was my current lack of employment, maybe I'm just a grumpy old bastard, but DBT were not as wonderful as the Brighton Gig.
That's a qualitative..Umm.. statement. They were still bloody good - wot a noise they produce. And..apologies to the guy from Ipswich I was drunkenly rambling to - fuck knows what I was talking about ('Americana' anyone?). Financial constraints have cut down my alcohol consumption since I finished work and it only takes a few pints to get me going these days.
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