A REVVERENDING STORY, THROUGH DAYS OF RISING SUN GLORY. TO THE STREETS OF OLD ALLEMANGE, WI A STONE

As fascinating stories (and the actualising of personal and collective identities) in music go the tale (and defiant forcefield of) Damo Suzuki is hard to beat.

In a duly packed out Printworks (lady petrol a full tenner more than in Walkers, just round the corner) Damo did what he's been doing across continents for years - connecting with network of local improvisers up for a crazy ride on the rolling roaring ghost train.

Past lives and future tenses enraptured.

In train with local improv exponents Warrior Squares Damo's an astonishingly cauterising, cleansing and uplifting force, pure soul in all but name (I imagine seeing him is as near to what seeing Beefheart might have been like), an electrifying exchange of energies enacted and created in your presence.

With the recent hard searing beauty of Faust in the basement of Borough Wines (just round corner, no idea how much the Prosecco is there) Hastings is getting a wee rep as Kraut Rock central.

A preponderance of no arsed chaplets sporting frontiersman follicles, old, been round the block fuckers like myself, the laggard remains of those that shipped in to feast on Grassy Noel And APE's annual Sunday Sonics forays and bright eyed young folk looking for the old new , or new old, will do that to a town.

Anyway, so impressed were we by the unparalleled engine Damo runs, we had to grab a few word with he, regarding music's revolutionary impact, as he made it outside to the cool, sweat still glistening on his 68 year body.

A nuanced but brief response, check it out.

Suffice it to say if Damo is in your town (Liverpool in April Wrong Festival looks promising. But then Liverpool ALWAYS looks promising. Have Mersey!) then go see.

Disappointment is not on the menu, its pure like ice or fire.

Transformation and Empowerment as standard.