8.00 to 10.30
The Erics crawled from the mud of the Thames estuary onto the southern shore and hammered a strat into the lush green fields of the Garden of England. Super nature played it's part crushing boyish dreams and tempering the flesh and bone into one well oiled machine. The result is slik, tight, exciting pure rock n roll.
(The above picture had been produced and added by PiF (bouyish dreams). Apologies to the Erics and Shoes for any offence)
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