Future Islands and Ear Pwr

Royal Park Cellar, 13 September 2009 It was just another low-energy Sunday evening in the half-local, half-student Royal Park pub. Few engaged with the balding pool tables, and the karaoke machine thankfully held a dignified silence. But, in the pub’s cellar, a number of creative characters were setting about lighting up the evening’s too-early duskContinue reading “Future Islands and Ear Pwr”

The Longest Day

Some wet grass, yesterday. As the years begin to pass like hours, the little things make all the difference. The summer, that season once spent running around the streets and parks of a nineteen-eighties Leeds suburb, no need for the bodywarmer with the ‘BMX’ patch stitched onto one side, in which any given day wasContinue reading “The Longest Day”