A decidedly croaky Headstone takes the stage. "Ladies and gents, the Authorities haven't been entirely straight with you. Despite what you might have heard from the Administration, in fact...WE'VE got him."

For a second you can hear an entire pub going "What?"

And then he appears. Weaving to the beat like some grotesque, murderous parody of David Brent, sporting an enormous parka and a Santa Claus hat and clutching a single microphone, the former president of Iraq takes the stage.

Wilson and their new vocalist start up with an unusually slow version of Dark Agenda. Uh...can they do that? I mean, doesn't it all come off a tape or something? The guitars are on Loud once again, and the tune cuts up beautifully towards the end. Ocean tides, great black sheets of rain...sheep? That's right, it's God's Green Earth, returned to haunt the pub with its heinous neo-prog-rock loping stride. And here's MC Bot - ooh, he is a Master of Disguise! But oh no! Who's going to do the crime rap? Oh, everybody. That's all right then. Third verse, same as the first but worse. As Critters kicks off, the Rev. Lindsay Spence comes onstage to deliver some midnight mass of his own. Headstone and Misery hang on for dear life as Lindsay and Bot howl at each other across the beats. Every Saturday Night follows, bobbing and weaving. Then it's Quality People and Police Chief. Buffalo Sniper (one for the dads). Then it's Istanbul Connection. About half way through there is an Istanbul Disconnection. Things spin out into a big spacious dub. How can they be doing that, though? I'm bloody sure it's all coming off a tape. Special guest vocalist and leader of the "Free World" (tm) G-Dub announces the End of the Civilised World. Reg Presley (for it is he) declares it "GOOD!" The music picks up and turns into a demented surf metal ska punk nightmare and crashes into a wall. "GOOD!" says Reg. Wilson have left the theatre.
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