Brixton, a dark mid november evening, and the Spires are playing just over the border from our flat in Clapham. What else do you do?
A 60s single storey estate pub turned into a venue with not a lot of space to contend with. Made it through to the front and stood beside the PA speaker and a column.
Spires on good form and the addition of the keyboard player making all the difference from the last time we had seen them in Oxford. Much more urgent sound much appreciated in this quarter.
Video link to Dusty in Memphis. Or Robin admires his tie.
Video link to Not every sixties song is a classic.
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