MORE ADVERTISING, DAMNIT!

It's monstrously short-notice, and almost no-one who reads this thing will not know about it already, or, alternately, give a damn, but I'm still proud to shill for Club Anemone, which returns to The Central this Friday night:

Having heard neither Directorsound nor Diamond Family Archive I can't give descriptions (although I'm assured by Paul that they are fine as hell), but I can say that anyone with the ability to should get down for Powdered Cows And The Toy Throat Alarm Clock, a.k.a. Martin Roberts, whose no-budget shamanism puts the likes of Richard Youngs and their fancy technology to shame.