A charged atmosphere, a snide anti-Brexit dig (via Mel Brooks) and a tiny, tiny guitar. In The Evil Empire at the final open mic, Northern Lights: lovely evening all round. It was raw, it was intense, it was dirt-cheap and 100% Really Something Real. Words don’t often fail me, but here… Well, take a look.
(with thanks to Stephen Bad Mother-Folker for the loan of his training-bra “axe”)