After three nights on the trot of face-cracking, throat-mangling, soul-warming skufflepunk it's time for reflection. It's fab that three such great venues run by properly amazing people are thriving out here in bandit country. That also means there's an audience looking for noisy, nonsensical nights out, prepared to send that energy straight back at us. It's not an urban monopoly and there's plenty of city folk who'd raise an eyebrow if they had a peep into the shadowy world

After more than a month out of each others' company it was like pulling on a comfy old pair of Y-fronts getting back up to Lane's End last night. A bit ring rusty maybe but the energy flooded back and it's just the best way to put the shite of the day behind you - with your clothes on anyway! The time away gave me a chance to work on a few new original songs and although they won't be seeing the light of day for a while it's always nice to have that feeling that there's pre