
pic via bekman-walker http://bit.ly/YYf0ud
Let’s face it, demurring that work, family and budget demands will keep us from Glastonbury this year is a crock. We would too be allowed to go if we wanted. A weekend ankle-deep in filth ping-ponging between half-crazed, foul-mouthed drunks while our ears are assaulted by distorted echoes of shit we’d never play at home? Heck, that’s the morning commute in the London subway system, ba doom bah.
No, Spillers are too self-assured to sleep in a field for cred. We have our still-a-rebel-at-heart pride, and that step we’ve lost is more than made up for by knowing how to enjoy the finer things in life. Like a roof. And a kettle. And free garlic bread with orders over £12.
And so….Spillt-on-bury, an online, interactive music festival for those of us who have earned the right to tune in and check out stuff from the comfort of our own home. Continue reading








Anyone who has been to a ‘Spill/RR social will have noticed DaddyPig taking himself off to a quiet corner early in the evening to call home and sing his little angel a bedtime song. [And when he's done, his wife puts their young un on for awhile. ba doom b..oh n/m]







