Barry Adamson at the South Bank, reviewed in Big City Redneck: 'Still louche as fuck and the epitome of dark, laid back menace, Adamson’s set, - despite the overtly cultured instrumentation and surroundings- is still lyrically grounded in the shadow realms of hard drugs and hard knocks. “This is a song about gardening,” he states before launching into a swinging tale of crack use.' (Doc Otter, and photos by Lazy)
