I had the double pleasure of photographing two bands I’d never seen before. Tim Perry of The Windmill gave me the heads up that they weren’t to be missed and he wasn’t wrong. The Weeks crammed in a secret one nighter before heading back home to Mississippi having drunk The Windmill dry of Tequila. Swampmother ground out some quality, dirty riff-strewn blues with explosive percussion. Headliners The Weeks played their southern rock to a full house of die-hard fans with an affectionate zeal, and degree of self parody that added much humour to their infectious danceable sound. Left the place clammy and clamouring for more.