Whitby Goth Weekend is a bit of a staple of my social life. I started going with venta not long after dinosaurs last walked the earth and I've probably been photographing bands for at least half the time.

( Wouldn't want to break the trend now, would we. Photographs under the cut )

Getting a great evening of bands for a fiver is super value for money.
Getting those bands for a fiver, and that fiver going to charity - even better.

First up were a new band, The Face of Ruin, this being their debut gig.


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The promise of Headwires playing is usually enough to get me out on an evening.

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I was looking up the details for this gig on the day before I left work. One of the other engineers came over and looked at my screen:

I: "You know, I don't think I want to know about your taste in music. What are they called?"
Me: "The Butcher Babies
I: "Right..."Then he leaves ( Read more... )

The night after Rhombus played Leeds there was another gig there, this time in The Library. It is often pretty dark in that venue and we had two out of three bands on who actively avoided light being from parts of the London scene where such things are frowned upon.

First band on were Partly Faithful.


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Ian has left Rhombus now, but before he went there was a farewell gig.


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Back to the Queens Hall in Nuneaton again about 10 days ago, and again it is to see some punk. It was an unexpectedly free gig, as the singer of the main band, Isis, had hurt her arm at their Norich gig. It made it a bit more subdued than they normally would me, but a subdued Barb Wire Dolls gig is still quite some way off tea with vicar.

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The Portland Arms must have been hit with some Tardising ray, it has grown an awful lot bigger since I was last in there. If it hadn't it might have been a rather cosy gig.


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Normally staying late in work is a bad thing, but I seem to be doing it occasionally in order to get to a gig on time. A couple of weeks ago I stayed late so I could pop into Nuneaton on the way home to catch a Pussycat and the Dirty Johnsons ( Read more... )