Hey Barracuda’s got a gimmick. Fun? No. Not even for a minute.
TO paraphrase someone far more erudite than I shall ever be, my expectations for seeing this band were low. But holy fuck. Johnny Barracuda’s ‘Soho Dukes’ ambled on stage with the grace and poise of a past their sell by date group of wannabees dressed in threadbare hand-me-downs. A group who had just failed an…
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