[dropcap style=”font-size:100px; color:#992211;”]A[/dropcap]sea of spotty faces gazed hypnotically at Tribes’ Bolanesque posturing whilst a waft of damp gussets and hormone-saturated sweat filled the press pit.
A welcome change from bottles of piss… possibly.
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- The Tribes by Carl Batson
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- The Tribes by Carl Batson
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- The Tribes by Carl Batson
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- The Tribes by Carl Batson
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- The Tribes by Carl Batson
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- The Tribes by Carl Batson
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- The Tribes by Carl Batson
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- The Tribes by Carl Batson
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- The Tribes by Carl Batson
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- The Tribes by Carl Batson
Words and photos: Carl Byron Batson
Tribes played The Roundhouse on May 29th
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.
