Posts tagged with: Industrial

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, "and people can…

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Bauhaus, Torso – Heaven Ultradisco, London. Monday 30th March 1981.

Gig poster courtesy of Simon Dell. “Reagan’s president elect Fascist god in motion… Brothers, sisters, we don’t need this fascist groove thang.” Sheffield friends Heaven 17 have just released ‘(We Don’t Need…

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Gang Of Four, Pere Ubu, Delta 5 – Sheffield University, Friday 13th March 1981

Gig flyer courtesy of Jon Downing. A mid-morning coffee-break at the National Coal Board’s offices on Queen Street, Sheffield. On the second-floor landing, a small queue is forming at the vending machine, proffering ten…

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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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