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GASMASK TERRÖR (Bdx, France) D-Beat raw punk with members of Monarch/Year of no Light
DEAD IN THE WOODS (Nottingham) Crushing riff assault, ex and current AOFR, Moloch, My War
Storm Albion, 13th, 14th and 15th November Friday 13th – Nottingham @ Chameleon with Jesus Bruiser and Cry Havoc Saturday 14th - Brighton @ The Hobgoblin with The Good wife Sunday 15th - Leeds @ 120 Rats with The Wankys, Tree of Sores and Ergot
I do not sound like Rammstein, I'll have you know, Nathan Knackered-balls! (Was good to see you Friday, sorry for leaving you alone with sleeping Gaz and that annoying drunk angry man).