Across town at The Studio, Peter Murphy sang that Bella Lugosi’s dead. Meanwhile at The Powerstation, legions of Twi-hards kept their passion for vampires alive at the Metric concert.
You can tell a lot about a band by its audience. When the clothing label of choice is Supre and the dominant aroma in the venue is human farts, you know you’re in for a long night...
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