This gig provided my second batch of evidence within two weeks that nobody in Manchester has a fucking clue where they are, or where anything else is, at any point in their time living there. Otherwise it was a rollicking good time, Godspeed were predictably outstanding recreating their recorded sound flawlessly whilst backing it with massive images of cats faces and factory fires. It was also the first gig I've been to were the band have literally not said anything at all to the crowd, but it fitted their style well enough.
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