Eunoia IX

Eunoia are back once again, and we’ve been rifling through the bins of culture like a couple of sweaty hogs that just won’t quit, our snouts delving ever deeper into the steaming hot porridge of musical muck.

This time it’s just the two of us, all night for your musical delight.

You know the deal: phantasmagoric bin juice, eeking and leaking out of the soundsystem, piped directly up your proboscis (without abbreviation).

Give yourself over knowingly to the Massey Ferguson Tractor-beam of love. Don your bin bags and watch your bass bins.

Expect: git surfing (own mothers), throbbing whistle, unnecessary clapping, tubular smells

Artwork by Tim Lawson.