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Artist
Junkyard Choir
12+ albums
GrungerockSouthern Rockbluesdirty blues
about
In Brighton, the rain runs hard and fast down Queens Road, past kebab shops and street fights and neon lights. Hen parties spill out onto the pavement with leather skirts bound tight. Bouncers are shaking down the last kids in town, as train strikes besiege the midnight commuters heading north. The taxis wait like army ants strung out across the concourse. The streets are alive with fire on a Saturday night. In the Albert, we sit and lament over ruinous nights and drink until our bellies are full. In the morning we will sip coffee in fear of the bleary sunrise whilst seagulls pick through the debris of all that came before. The sun will beat down on the hipsters checking in to record stores, as out-of-towners disappear past us through the laines… then off we will go once more back under the bridge, past the Green Door and down to Sticky Mikes (for another round of that sticky green liqueur). Over the years we have gigged many towns like this, endlessly searching for the heart of it all. Half a lifetime of sweat and blood in pubs and clubs, in parks and other assorted shitholes. Broken bones, worn and torn and tired, yet still we push on in search of that spirit to overcome the trouble that lies deep inside; in search of escape. Bukowski, Kerouac, Cummings, Hemingway have all been here. And we've found pots of gold in the music of Young, Dylan, The Band, Springsteen, Waits, and Cave - mixing it up with Cobain, Stone Age, and anything in between. Vibrant, dirty, rootsy, gutsy a
