Solid Milk Crisis - The Intro

Jack Sanderson-Thwaite

It was around 11:30pm when the crowd at Koko let out their first true howl of the evening. By that point, their yearning could no longer be contained. On stage, Munkle thrust her guitar at them in response. Among the massed ranks, bodies contorted and breath quickened. With her hands gliding expertly across the fret board, another lurching riff poured from the speakers. The other members of Solid Milk Crisis grinned in expectation. Their biggest hit was yet to come, and with it the set would climax in an explosion of noise and a desperate shaking of hips. Beeston clutched his bass and nodded...
the signal to switch seamlessly into the giddy rhythms of 'Zebra Destruction'...
silent acknowledgement of how far they had come, this motley band of furry friends...
prompting Munkle to head to the wings, ready to swap to her most beloved guitar, and where one of the tour crew seemed to be trying to get her attention...