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Along_the_Wire you would have felt at home in amongst the crusties at The Agincourt, Camberley mate. A venue to rival the Mos Eisley cantina in its villainy and general stale beef crisps stench (+ Joop) moshing along to all manner of mid range grunge hits but, curiously, always including ’what’s your frequency, Kenneth?' by REM, no matter what night. In short, awful.