It’s time for the second day at MPF! (Check out Day 1 if you haven’t seen it here).
We jumped on the train full of non-punks, apparently not heading to the best thing happening in Manchester all weekend. Suckers. I chatted to loads of them and not Tim who was not in a chatting mood.
For the second of my weekend double-gig-athon (read the review of the first one here), I was back in Manchester once more, this time with tingling anticipation bubbling up inside me. After some appropriately spicy chips, myself and Josh found ourselves under the railway arches of Gorilla, ready for an evening of offbeat fun. Bedouin Soundclash
