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Written by Drew
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Friday, 18 December 2009 13:32 |
Yet another great night out at Ledbury's musical hotspot The Retreat thanks to the everchanging and boxfresh sets of the 'almighty' Fylthe supported soundly by the powerful yet easy listerning style of Black Cat Bone. For those unfortunates who where not able make it I managed to capture a few moments slightly filtered through my beer goggles, but to truly appreciate the raw talent of either band I strongly recommend that you get out there and witness them for yourself.
Enter: The Fylthe
John, Bryn, Angie and Marcus
Black Cat Bone
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Last Updated on Saturday, 26 December 2009 10:09 |
Well, I always thought Barry Scott was rhyming slang for carrycot.
It was Rat Rob Cyst, serial bigomist and mariner pirate who tamed the Bat Cockles by blowing softly on their undersides. To this day Cars Trot By but never again will Tots Cry Bra.
That's the love and success of Barry Scott. Peace, Word, and out.
BARRY SCOTT
becomes
TRY CAT ORBS
Could this be the work of the Devil?
Do not play their CD's backwards!
Have you noticed the more you read and write Barry Scott the more surreal the name becomes? Let's try reducing it to something that makes a terrible kind of nonsense:
Barry Scott
Barry Scott
Barry Scott
Barry Scott
Barly Schot
Bally Schit
Ballschit
Balshit
Balhit
Bahit
Bait
Bit
Bit
Bit
Bt
ttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt
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