Robey was a stepping stone.
From Club Dog and other all-nighters in N5 with Ozric Tentacles to the harder stuff in South with Dave Brock and his assorted bunch of lunatics and support lunatics.
I am quite sure most of the crowd were lovely people but they could be scary as fúck.
Mind you there was a bunch of chaps who would be at the Robey who resembled something from early Mad Max movies, Mutoid something or other. They would quickly freak you out and have you running to hide in the corner.
Last edited by SWv2; 06-15-2018 at 04:14 PM.
Tell you what, Clive, this vocoder b0llocks on the vocal that makes everything sound like a gay fish is going to sound proper fùcking toilet in a few years time when everyone realises that what they've been listening to for the last 20 years is a the equivalent of an 80s snare sample crossed with a DX7 mashed up with a flaired trouser.
'Seems that I was busy doing something close to nothing
But different than the day before'
'Met a dwarf that was no good, dressed like Little Red Riding Hood'
'Now you're unemployed, all non-void
Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd'