NMB have been sleeping in bass bins again, there's nowt as cosy as those low frequencies when you need a power kip, pre-rave. Aside from bobbin about in the darker corners of the shady manc rave scene (you'll always find that they run the rig with no lights at the end of the corridor - they're the crew rockin the head to toe gortex) much time has been spent skankin around t'moors, northern mills, power stations and munitions stores and ridin the top deck of the GMPTE's finest. The NMB is now split across urban and rural locations, steadily moving northward.
Transpennine Express acid.'