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Dub Sex, secrecy of a historic concert

Imagine that one of the best bands of an entire decade, a legend for a whole generation, is playing for just one night in the concert hall nearest to you, the one with a maximum capacity of about a hundred people and the one in which bands who are still taking their first steps season drinks with their unknown songs. That was what happened the past Saturday 31st of January at Dublin Castle, in the quaint London area of Candem.

The Dublin Castle is mainly the classic English pub with the not so uncommon difference in the British capital of having its walls decorated with photos of the best artists, the cream of the music scene of each age, of the London scene, oh! Lotion that eases the hives of the tastes that the people who negotiate with music impose on us!  At the end of the pub, in the darkest corner, is the backroom door, a little space with black walls, a half hidden bar and a no-orchestras stage in a corner with a hypotenuse of no more than four meters. That was the chosen place by the mythical Manchester band Dub Sex for their return to the punk headquarters twenty six years later.


Representative people from that movement led by the Sex Pistols, who sounded before the show, and neophytes with a pint in hand met up to see this band, not fairly recognized by the history of music, some for their first time, some once again. The hacked up band, just the singer Mark Hoyle and the guitar player Chris Bridget remain from the originals, did not let the audience down, both veterans sounded with an energy that was closer to a debut than to a comeback in that room for beginners. Nothing t do with a show of old glories to content some fans for whom playing again in any way would have been enough. The show was full of punk rage and rapture screams from the old Hoyle, soaked in sweat on and down the stage, a meeting with the past for most of the crowd, and even for the originals Dub Sex, sixty minutes of rejuvenation. Mind you, knowing full well that performing for more than an hour would have been a mistake, and that a timely retreat is a victory. People wanted more after the concert had finished, and that is a win.


They did not leave room for fans’ requests; they chose the songs that marked their career from their dusty song book, reaching the zenith of such a brilliant exhibition at around the middle of the show when they made the front rows jump, where all of their good old followers were, with their wonderful Swerve.

Dub Sex was born on the early eighties and reached success at the end of the decade with several TV appearances and the unanimous support of the critics, until they fade away in the early nineties.