The most exciting, most violent gig of my Sorry little life The Birthday Party with support from SPK at the Electric Ballroom. £3 ffs. Extraordinary night, one of my mates lost half his ear in that crowd. SPK had sheep skulls on sticks dotted about the stage, they threw them into the crowd once they’d finished, a mate of mine caught one and suddenly went white, the skulls still had eyeballs inside and his finger had gone straight through one, the stench was epic. The Birthday Party were just a huge cloud of dry ice with NC occasionally emerging clutching a bottle of Jack Daniels and a mic screaming madly. I remember escaping up on to the balcony and thinking a) it looked like the Somme and b) It’s not going to get any better than this, and guess what? It hasn’t.