Boards
Marion, last night
I'm in Bath. In a McDonalds. Last night I saw Marion. And they were fucking great. My brother went to see the cure at the RAH. But this officially makes him a JIVE SUCKA because instead of watching Cap'n Bob and his troop go through the motions, he could have seen one of the great forgotten indie bands of the nineties roar back into life in a tiny venue crammed to the rafters with hardcore fans. That was a long sentence, and this paragraph is very long. But you can blame McDonalds shonky keyboard for that.
They were note perfect on the old stuff, and the new stuff was very good indeed. And if we can veer dangerously into fanboy territory, I got all my stuff signed, and a setlist.
But that doesn't matter right now.
They're back, kids. So if you were too young the first time around, or you just missed them, when they announce dates in a town near you, get some tickets and go. Even if you have no idea who I'm talking about. Trust me. They're fucking great.