‘The crowd, which had swelled unusually for the support, were hooked. They had been seduced into Sleepy Sun’s tribal love fest and were being caressed by the mouth organ, spanked by the wah wahs, pounded by the beat and drawn close to the edge by the strains of liquid guitars. No one seemed to be interested in a quick cigarette while these guys were on stage and the bar was unusually quiet. All eyes were on Sleepy Sun. They hypnotized, mesmerized, and with a click of a finger they were gone and an almighty surge began for the smoking area.’
Sleepy Sun, The Garage, September
All images: Carl Byron Batson
Photographer, published poet, former party animal, body builder, grave robber
to the stars and renowned chainsaw juggler, Carl can often be spotted on his
Harley Davidson pretending to be in Terminator 2. He is also frequently seen in
the press pits of old London town, camera in hand, avoiding being hit by bottles
of wee and crippling his opposition with secret Kung Fu moves.
