Neil Davidson, Aileen Campbell & Robin Hayward
Aileen Campbell Neil Davidson Robin Hayward
Sparse and miniature free thought workouts involving guitar, vocals and tuba.
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Sparse and miniature free thought workouts involving guitar, vocals and tuba.
Location: between: the abandoned site of Parker House (ex-council office building) that became a student accommodation regeneration project, off the Dudhope roundabout; Bell Street Car Park entrance ramp and; the awkward (and otherwise used/ used otherwise) space left over between the back of Tesco’s and DW Sports on the Murraygate.
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