Posts tagged with: Cabaret Voltaire

The Box - The Marples Pub, Sheffield, 4th March and Heaven nightclub, London, 19th April, 1982.

Mal likes the herky-jerky, het-up racket we make, and offers to help out on vocals. Nothing permanent, more like a footballer going out on loan because he wants more game-time, even if it means dropping down a division.…

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Kraftwerk, Sheffield City Hall. Friday 19th June 1981.

The last Saturday of April 1972. I’m upstairs in my bedroom with a portable black and white TV, ready for England versus West Germany, live on BBC 1. Mum and Dad are downstairs, watching…

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Cabaret Futura – with Cabaret Voltaire, Eddie & Sunshine and Richard Strange. Sheffield Poly, Friday 22nd May 1981.

After band practice we adjourn for a few pints in The Beehive. Charlie is on flying form: "We're gonna be called The Box", he declares, his moustache flecked with creamy Guinness spume, "…

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Throbbing Gristle, Cabaret Voltaire, Z’EV – The Lyceum Ballroom, London. Sunday 8th February 1981.

Sunday lunch-time. George Quail, sixty-five year-old, recently retired steel mill worker, is poring over an existential essay written by Genesis P-Orridge, thirty year-old musician, artist and disruptor-in-chief with Throbbing Gristle. Entitled “A Lion In A…

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Naked Pygmy Voles, The Hallamshire, Sheffield. Thursday 27th November 1980.

A Thursday night in The Bee Hive pub at the top of West Street. I’m here with band-mate Charlie Collins, Richard Kirk and his girlfriend Lynn Clarke. This is their local, being just a…

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Cabaret Voltaire, Mark My Words. The Leadmill, Sheffield. Saturday 5th July 1980.

“We’ve got African brown rice and lentils, mung bean noodles, a tabbouleh salad. . .” “’Ave yer got any chips?” “We don’t do chips.” “Those bananas look a bit funny.” “They’re not bananas, they’…

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