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No matter who the act, from college bands to international
superstars, there is nothing quite like seeing someone perform live
in their own home town.
Which is why the Morning of Friday, April 7th,
2000, found me storming down the A38 at high speed, in a
classic black Capri, bound for the
refined and respectable regency spa-town of Cheltenham, famous for
it's fine terraces and healing waters - and of course it's pagan
gothic rock bands!
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