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I was about to post about just what a cracking show I've just seen The Oysterband do, and instead I'm sat here listening to Living Without You, having found out that Pepsi Tate has finally succumbed to his pancreatic cancer. Forty two is really no age, and it's a very sad loss. Tigertailz were a great band for doing everything their own way, without the Londoncentricity that sometimes appears to be a requirement for musical success, and without ever giving up on what they knew were their best points. And just in case the world needs proof of just how much fun stoopid metal can be, this should do the trick. The hairspray alone in this is probably responsible for a sizeable dent in the ozone layer, and as for the bleach...

Labels: gigs, Oysterband, Pepsi Tate, rock, Tigertailz