The review proper: Louisville’s quartet is angry and will tap your shoulder to let you know this.
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Sometimes in life, you’ve got a choice. The problem is always that choice. Our decisions are marked by that choice. What you want to do versus what you have to do.
My problem was: Do I go to a gig I’ve been waiting for or ditch it for a band I barely know nor heard of before?
Stupid plan warning: I can do all in one day. Sigh, the Nirvana fallacy is my best friend. Still, I arrive to the back garden of The Grapes and I see them, 6 people. Three dames, three gents. The one with the longest hair (Carl, guitar) greets me and I sit down in front of one guy who reminds me of Paddy Considine.