Pete and the Pirates, Duchess, 18 April 2011 - Snap review
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Oxford.
Home of the University that includes such alumni as the ever mythic Ted Hughes
and Sylvia Plath coupling, it is also the anchoring of Pete and The Pirates, a
deceptively titled bands which feature less songs about ships and more about
cats, girls and parties.
A thoroughly fantastic band, I defy anyone to hear
‘Come On Feet’ and not move. Genius.
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