did not expect to catch a bunch of Italian punk bands from Como in the middle of England last night - but it was a dream. And a reminder of the fucking strange, beautiful nature of music, and the organic networks of community that blossom from picking up instruments and starting a band.
East Anglia has a p strong punk/hardcore/everything adjacent scene and a couple of old heads started a regular all-day gig - East Angrier. These heads had supported a band in Italy and they promised to return the favour.
So here they were, flooding the bar by early evening with sweat, angst, charm and frenetic bursts of Italian as they ordered pints of Guinness.
Pictured is The Forest Calling, who took the roof off the place 🇮🇹
