This is a game of 'Spot The Pub' for folks in Sheffield in the 80s... any guesses?
"Northern brassy, she yells
“You’re sippin’, not suppin’!”
and cajoling the sober
into a bohemian situation,
soft harshed with the bitter
herbal vibes and tectonic
bass from the nearby blues.
The juke fights and loses
the war to soundtrack
our descent to the la la la
Sweetened and sticky
and tempered with braggot,
we smile and smile
and la la la..."
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