Dorsal Fins @ Oxford Art Factory, 15th Oct

“The crowd is now completely mashed up sideways. Wishing the OAF a Happy Birthday gets you a cheer like you’ve just offered to buy the place a round. Being fair to Dorsal Fins though, they’d have likely got a cheer anyway. If nothing else, their sheer commitment to making every bugger in the place dance is laudable – if you’re a fan of soulful voices, spat bars, guitar riffery, keyboard blooping, gut-churning bass, big pop tunes, or trumpets, there’s something here for you. I’m old and from London, so can’t help but repeat the word “Senser” to myself over and over, but everyone else is just messily losing their brain. That, my friends, is a party band. By this point in the night though, I’ve been shooting for four straight hours, and am as sober as a judge. Let’s not dwell on the fact that I literally could no longer walk straight and bailed after Dorsal Fins. Instead, let’s assume that ADKOB and Skeggs were brilliant (it’s not like anyone still there was likely to remember it anyway), and wish the Oxford Art Factory a Happy Birthday. If this was nine, ten’s going to be mental.”

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