With Liverpool being less than an hour away from our quaint North Walian homes, and our appetite for pizza and destruction insatiable, we again head over the border.
Maguires is a pizza house in town with a live room at the back – it’s punk rock pizza served on a red hot plate and everybody is hungry. The conveyour belt of punk rock royalty that has and is passing through this city is growing daily as a new need for and a new breed of punk rock is emerging.More
(review n pix by mwj)
Taking a bit of a chance with this one, as I wasn’t familiar with the music but had enough faith in their reputation as a long time served NYHC band and well as in that pretty genre’s consistent ability to deliver the goods. Plus a good selection of supports and the end of my summers camping expeditions all meant the stars were aligned. (They do look spectacular down the end of the Llyn)
(review n pix by neil crud & MWJ)
Neil Crud… ‘There won’t be another fuckin’ time after that pile of shite.’ Said either Nick or Dan in a scouse accent of Chief when I asked them for a CD; they didn’t have any so I said I’d grab one next time they play in Rhyl.
‘It costs fuckin’ money to get here and we’re all fuckin’ skint.’
Yes I know, I played in bands too, it’s a labour of love, stuck in some godforsaken town with only enough cash to get a bag of chips between you and the petrol gauge is in the red.