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Sunday night? Sunday fucking night!? Seriously, it's freezing, it's late and Kentish Town is feeling like another country as I trek to the nearest Northern Line tube (damn you Victoria Line closure, you win this time and every time).
The fact is, I'm going to this gig for The Rock Of Travolta. I've only heard a little of their music, but what I have heard I've liked and any band with Shellac & Trail Of Dead comparisons give me an involuntary semi from the get go.
Upon arrival, it seems I'm not alone in my disdain for wintry Sundays as we appear to be the only people there who aren't playing in a band or promoting the night. Saying that though, our arrival time is notably early as I had factored 50 hours (approximately) to get to the place, including getting lost time and "shall we stop off for a quick one here on the way" time which turned out to be a little excessive.