Why we rock
Sometimes I worry about the Warwick student population and where our sense lies.
We’re quite happy to spend a good £2 for a cup of coffee, or a pretentious (albeit tasty) slush puppie with a utterly random names.
But if we go out in the evening we then become thrifty ickle urchins and demand cheap as eggs alcohol, and seem to deem that part of student life is cheap drinks…hmm odd
We are horrid to the Cooper Temple Clause DJs when they do a set at Crash a set which was well planned and pretty damn great, but quite happily watch and clap at Fightstar (who weren’t exactly great, not totally awful, but not great).
But all my fears were eradicated when I saw people mosh pit to…Stormtroopers of Death…..Napalm Death………Regan Youth…………….no Feeder, bloody brilliant.
I do enjoy Warwick mosh pits, middle class people are ace
bash, jump, push, falls over “Hold it, wait a second, this chap has fallen, lift her, ok, you ok? Yes execellent, chocs away” continues to bash amount, with appropriately timed head banging