It’s a beautiful, balmy night in Norwich and a cheeky little wander up to the Waterfront promises a great showpiece for three hotly anticipated metal bands. A quick mince upstairs is slowed only by the venue’s trademark adhesive flooring and there is just time to clock a brave soul who seems to be wearing slippers. Strong choice. Anyway…

Soon after I spot the bassist nonchalantly smoothing his hair behind his ears while chugging out some open notes. Then, from nowhere, a foot-long flathead screwdriver apparates to be used as a slide. Jimmy Page, get yourself down Wickes.

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