Thomas Truax

Thomas Truax at The Old Bus Depot

As anyone who’s seen a saw player or most lad-rock bands can attest, there’s plenty of evidence to contradict that idea.

These curious self-made instruments transform stage into laboratory and guessing each contraption's purpose provides pre-gig entertainment.

It is, therefore, quite a shock to be confronted, indeed outgunned, by two different shades of bonkers offered up on a double bill of lunacy from across the Atlantic.

As dusk descends I buzz the intercom of Newcastle’s Neville Hall, a late 18th Century monument to the men, machines, grime and grit that, arguably, built this now industrially neglected Northern City.

The weather along the South Bank, where a small licensed barge called the Tamesis Dock is located, was bright with a weird misting of rain. It gave adequate foreboding for the evening ahead. Support The Lost Cavalry provide a gorgeous combination of acoustic, bass, uke and accordion, with the softest touch of

On the one hand they are magical affairs that capture the imagination, and you feel that everyone should know about him.