Madness? THIS IS...

...the aftermath of last thursday's john peel day?

A night of handing out perma-warm tins to the strange collection of cover bands, pastiche acts and various oddness purveyors (speckled with a couple of interesting bands and singer songwriters) assembled to raise some dollar for charidee and promote exciting new local music the late and legendary peel would be proud.

Sadly, the term "abject failure" springs to mind.

Rusty, prehistoric wanna-bands playing to a room of similar, mostly non-paying bandanna wearing people who came and went as quickly as a jack cable can be inserted and removed from a guitar. No crowd, no money for teh sick children. Peel would be getting some air doing the 900 in his grave. 900; a number which brings me onto act 2 of this car crash-tastic night.