Big. Sexy. Noise.
In the blue corner, from London, we have James Johnston, Terry Edwards and Ian White, collectively known as Gallon Drunk. Their decades’-long journey into the low dives and wrecked lives of the capital’s gutterati has thrown up a succession of albums that fuse the live power of the Pistols and Suicide with a connoisseurs’ knowledge of soundtracks and jazz. All presented in sharp, East End style, suited and booted like the last gang in town. And in the red corner, from New York, the No Wave Nostradamus herself, Lydia Lunch.
By Cathi Unsworth.
Intermission
Courtesy of Melissa Mann’s BTDTV, Steve Finbow’s ‘Event’: