Hanging by the Fuzz.

Back to the rehearsal room and there was some new kit on the block. Namely,

Jezza's drums. To celebrate, he dressed like Mother Teresa and Potter swallowed

a microphone.























































Frivolity aside, it was time to knuckle down to the graft of rocking some new
numbers. First up, some bleach Blondie.



We zip through the fuzz. Painful.



Another (quite lengthy) run through She Sells Rain.