Our story starts in the hot, sticky confines of the Edinburgh Venue, as the gyrating sleaze-funk of "tucked in" grates into action. Girls against Boys are in fine form tonight. Scott McCloud prowls around the stage like an animal. Gut reaction and instinct are pushed to the fore, and our swarthy heroes are loving it. Slab after slab of dirt-trodden girls and boys come to give testament to the new faith. Baptised with sweat and dripping with sex the band grind through a set of songs, new and old. "Kill the sexplayer", "Go be delighted", and the brilliant "Sexy Sam" leave us in no doubt as to the boundless-ness of their talents. I am, in short, rather impressed.
After the show it is wisely decided that any attempt at interviewing would be a folly of incredible proportions. Ray Hill, permanent member of Ligament and current GVsB sound man, decides that this interviewing lark is a piece of piss and wants to do it for me. Being the absolutely laziest of the Convulsion staff, I am more than happy to give the reigns of said horse to such a willing jockey. Hell, he's cheap and he's eager to learn. So, nursing hangovers of outrageous proportions, we tramp down to a local hostelry for traditional Scottish cuisine and Ray is on the case.
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