BCG live is hit or miss. Sometimes the energy inspires you to release your own pent-up aggression, other times, you feel like you’re watching something on TV.
The notorious, always riot-provoking Tunnel Rats graced the stage with their blood, leaving behind the sweet stench of alcohol and a pile of broken mic stands.
The Wrens packed the upstairs stage at midnight on a Sunday and the crowd was still there when I left. The live show had an edge like a broken knife blade.