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Four Gigs That Floored Me
In truth the memories of this are few and far between. There is this to lean on though. As a gig it was an improvement on the lads-love-in (think Tommy Robinson does Nuremberg) that was an Ian Browngig at the same venue, but nothing near the astonishing Kraftwerk gig in 2004 which I still pinch myself over. It inspired me to do this.
It was loud. The strobes were used. There was little dancing. It wasn’t as loud as My Bloody Valentine but not far off. I don’t think he did the ‘sandpaper’ routine which he did the year I went to Sonar.
None of these would be the most memorable gigs attended. That would be another post entirely…