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Brass Monkey

My Favourite Tragedy: A musical journal of life

“Just because your eyes are open, doesn’t mean you can see.” (North Easton) It was an unpretentious scene on the Brass Monkey stage Valentine’s Day evening – a modest drum kit, a collection of acoustic guitars, and a slightly dishevelled looking three-quarter upright bass leaning against the wall. But when these three men got up […]