“How far have you guys travelled?” The answers shouted back at the band on stage, that night at the New Cross Inn in London, came thick and fast: “Germany!” “Belgium!” “Czech Republic!”
Before the Covid-19 pandemic and resulting lockdown, going to a gig was a much-loved pastime for many of us. It was back in those somewhat rosier days that I discovered ska punk through my friend Suzi. “Meet me in New Cross,” she told me one evening. Getting the train to South East London, I didn’t know what to expect. Finding myself in the middle of a crowd, listening to a band I’d never heard of and sharing drinks with people from all over Europe, it hit me: this was something special.
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