5 May 2012
Tonight at The Caramel Prince, we have lush pastoral chimes and bearded hedge-funding from Gorehorse (8.00-8.10), then we'll be introducing fresh lemonade-inducing crimehop to the stage in the form of messrs Logan and Princh, performing for the first time tonight as Brunchgasm. That's at 8.15, or 8.30 if you've had a frothy 'Caramella Barbarella'.
After these miscreants have slithered off the hallowed caramel stage, you'll find yourself listening clumsily to the sounds of DJ Triptophan, who is on hand to shit vinyl trouble onto his rotating steel wings. Expect blood-soaked easy listening and barbecued beats, with a side order of guessing the time out loud. He'll be throwing up the tunes for over an hour, because our headline act will be late due to a bus crash caused by a swarm of scouts on the A4.
But when she does finally get here, covered in scabby garters and with a throat full of woggles, Mrs Hubert Foamcrisis will totally evict your mindhouse with her signature brand of aural ponytails and unlikely sonic espionage, performing as always with a backing band made up entirely of wolf-whistling financial cheerleaders. So you won't want to miss that.
Get your pigeon-fed butt over to The Caramel Prince tonight for an evening of forgettable memories and unforgettable nightmares. Doors open on their own. The password is 'clavicle'. See you there!
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