Dreams never end….
My lasting memory of Power of Dreams is them playing to a fervent packed out King Tuts, in front of a sweaty heaving mass of bodies. They attracted an ardent hardcore of fans. I remember people standing outside, having travelled far and wide following the band around the country. Many turned up without tickets hoping to be able to get in on the night and to find a friendly face to let them kip on their couch or floor.
Immigrants, Emigrants and Me set the scene for me, with sophomore release 2 Hell with Common Sense introducing a more powerful edge to their sound.… Read the rest