NED'S ATOMIC DUSTBIN: 'Until You Find Out' (Chapter 22)
Someone recently told me they'd seen the Neds live and they were "awful,
like Hawkwind or someone." I can only imagine the band would see
that as a compliment, teenage pub rockers adore that sort of thing.
Full of interwoven guitar burts, and leathered with a vocal you'd like
to hear again. However, jumble sale going Cure fans on caffeine like
this aren't going to change the world of popular music.