Some memories knock gently. Others kick the door in wearing Cuban-heeled winkle-pickers.
In this episode of my series Needle Drops, we head back to Leeds, 1980 — to the beer-soaked, bass-blasted mess of the Futurama 2 Festival. It’s a story of stolen vans, stolen sleep, and the moment our scrappy invincibility first cracked.
Join me as I piece together a half-remembered weekend of echoing warehouses, vodka at the door, a lineup that reads like post-punk history, and four punks just trying to hold onto something solid. Spoiler: it wasn’t the floor.
Because sometimes punk isn’t just about the sound.It’s about who’s still there when the music stops.
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