The last time I travelled to see Kory Clarke play live turned
out to be one of the most bizarre nights of my rock ‘n’ roll life. A
poisonous mixture of bad equipment and small town mentality transformed
a potentially great solo performance into a fucked up farce. My review
of that night was removed from the website it was written for under
threat of legal action and, subsequently, afforded my writing much more
attention than it would normally have had – thank you very much, mouth
breathers. The prospect of seeing Kory back fronting
the legendary Warrior Soul offered up an unusual question; would I
finally get some closure on that fateful night or would we, once again,
have to leave the getaway car outside, engine running?
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