Guitar is dead. Blah blah blah. Where are the new bands? Blah blah blah. Well, if you look under the lid of your small town, you’ll probably find a seething hotbed of talent.

On a night in Newbury last week, I was fortunate enough to go to a band night. ‘This is a local pub, for local people’ I initially thought, but, you get a real sense of community from the off.

Basically, Firestate RAWK! The long hair flows like cider on a summer’s day, and the riffs are bigger than a Euromillions rollover. It’s like the 90′s are slapping you in the face, reminding you of when grunge  and rock took centre stage.