[dropcap style=”font-size:100px; color:#992211;”]’M[/dropcap]usic so goddamned loud it should come with a Health and Safety warning and free industrial ear defenders.’
Carl Byron Batson, remarking on the plasterwork-loosening volume with which Church Of Misery assaulted the Koko brethren. Then again, you never know what they’ve got stuck in their ears under those man-manes.
Except that it’s definitely not anti-frizz serum.
All photos: Carl Byron Batson. Not to be reproduced without the photographer’s prior permission.
Photographer, published poet, former party animal, body builder, grave robber
to the stars and renowned chainsaw juggler, Carl can often be spotted on his
Harley Davidson pretending to be in Terminator 2. He is also frequently seen in
the press pits of old London town, camera in hand, avoiding being hit by bottles
of wee and crippling his opposition with secret Kung Fu moves.
