Sometimes there is a bill so good you’ll clamber over the corpse of your dead grandmother to go to it. This was one such gig with appearances by the over amped doom of Pombagira, time signature bending Black Cobra, groove ridden hardcore gods Saviours and deep south cliché shotgun totting Jack Daniel’s guzzling Weedeater. Lips were pouting, heads were nodding and a inordinate amount of skinheads were ripping up the mosh pit around me.
Black Cobra
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