The old ones are the good ones and Attila the Stockbroker is, by his own admission, not getting any younger.
Buoyed up by antibiotics, but bowed down by the subsequent lack of ale, his afternoon set at Bearded Theory 2011 was rammed to capacity. And it wasn’t just thanks to the rain outside.
“The doctor told me to cut down on the beer,” grimaced the punk poet. “But I think I’m just down with this thing they call middle-age.”
Whilst The Skints soldiered valiantly on in the persistent drizzle on the main stage, Attila rattled through his poetic prose back-catalogue of vitriolic verse.
‘The Duck’s Nuts’ saga always raises a smile, whilst his political polemic draws cheers at every swipe at the vagaries of the major parties.
However, it’s a brave performer who rounds off his set with a highly personal and extremely long homage to his mother’s six-year battle with Alzheimer’s. Attila proved that brave soul and you don’t get to tour the world year after year without the talent to keep people coming back for more.
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