The Garage has become a wee bit iconic for ICW. A lot of big shit has gone down in that place, probably including it being the place where a lot of the roster got their first smelly finger. I truly believe its the only place in Glesga where I widnae be totally ashamed to whitey on the dancefloor. It just seems like the place for whitey. I mean that in a nice way, but I’m no entirely sure what part of that could be considered nice in any way, shape or form. Either way, we were back. Ending the run of 6 shows in 6 weeks, and 7 shows in 8 weeks if ye include the London show. Know what mate? That’s a lot of fucking shows. I’m tired. It’s been fun, but please never dae this again. Unless its at an all seater stadium, with a mini fridge full of absinthe and liquid tramadol (aka heroin) at everyone’s disposal. Cause my brain and legs are fuckin sare. Continue reading →