The industrial forklift hoisted a stack of amps and guitars high into the night sky. Inside the Camber Sands Butlins, drunken kids ran amok, highly strung security paced about the stairwells and doorways like caged chimps and various bands loitered about looking for something to do. Unbeknownst to most, this was to be the last night of a twelve-year legacy that has spanned probably the last great wave of bands and further, eight members and more than its fair share of highs and extreme lows.
The dressing room pre gig was a strange mixture of emotions bouncing back and forth across the 70’s sci-fi esque walls; Anger, sadness, despair, relief, you name it, it was there. Although I was not a founding member of the band, it affected my life with great impact, and not always for the better. I am appreciative of every moment we spent together as friends and band mates, but I will never shake the pain and turmoil it caused within each one of us.
All things must end, but the memory will always remain, scarred into the cerebellum.
A brief interview for the NME, last minute tune up and the lights went up, and out forever.