Hello, we are fresh back from the Galore Urban Art Festival. The show was terrible. One of our cables was faulty, so we had no drums. We tried to save the day by making some heavy improvised noise'n'growls, but communication with the sound man was non existing, so in the end we aborted the concert after 13 minutes.
Luckily no one witnessed this abomination of a gig, apart from our families and close friends. Everybody else had left, fingers in ears. Apart from one brave American, who afterwards shook my hand, thanked me and called me Mr. Satan. Thank you, sir! A nice bloke indeed.
Over & far out