I’m putting my vinyl copy of Come’s Eleven:Eleven into a digital format and have just realised why I used to love vinyl as much as I did.
It’s not just that the sound is different, it’s not just that the physicality of a record is different to a CD, it’s also because back then I used to read the inkies (mainly the NME) religiously and cut stuff out of them to slip into the sleaves of the albums I bought.
So with this album I have a review (8/10) and short article, which tells me that when:
they played their first UK date at London’s New Cross Venue; they were so jet-lagged that bassist Sean O’Brien actually fell asleep during the set, waking up mi-song to be startled by a crowd of people staring at him.
Ah, those were the days when the Venue used to put on bands that had written their own songs.