In three words: anything but electric. Somewhere in between the older crowd and repetitive ballads, the gig lost its energy or perhaps it was never energised to begin with. As we stood between a smashed […]

In three words: anything but electric. Somewhere in between the older crowd and repetitive ballads, the gig lost its energy or perhaps it was never energised to begin with. As we stood between a smashed […]
Do you hate it, love it or just don’t care about it? The stereotype of a poet is a middle aged man with a coffee stained shirt, who is sat in an empty office, reading […]