War Iron

I vaguely recall waking up briefly with an acrid gargling sensation in my throat; I was obviously in the process of ingesting the water, pus, blood or whatever-the-fuck it was. One is rendered insensible in these fleeting waking moments; I was largely unaware of my surroundi...

On the way back from a pish I realise that the Lords of Bastard are playing upstairs in the Old Hairdressers bar (an extension of Stereo across the road). Climbing up the narrow staircase for the first time I find the venue, a large room that probably served as a function ro...