Inferno Sessions London - Hell Is Other People

After waiting 13 years I think I can wait 1 more week. Quite frankly I can't imagine anything more tortuous than listening to the new album in some hipster repurposed disused church surrounded by a caucus of bald-headed men & clapped-out ravers of a certain vintage clutching their buttocks trying to control their expanding prostates or K-Hole ruined bladders, desperately trying to avoid an urgent toilet break that may mean missing a single second of the playback or, the fug cocktail of Lynx & skunk that follows the Gen X stoner kids around & being distracted by them getting getting twitchy like the methylphenidate has worn off because they have to leave their Insta stories hanging for an interminable 70 minutes. I couldn't bear the cacophony of silent tears rolling across the rugged terrain of grown men's cheeks, filtering through carefully manicured beards before plopping into a plastic cup pool of overpriced craft beer.

Oh the humanity!

Although I write this after failing to get tickets for London, I would like to categorically state that I am not bitter in anyway whatsoever!

I hope you you have a lovely evening, you horrible lucky bastards. 😉