THU 04 OCT - London, The Good Ship
FRI 05 OCT - Leeds, Santiago Bar
SAT 06 OCT - Doncaster, Vintage Rock Bar
MON 08 OCT - Sheffield, West Street Live
WED 10 OCT - Manchester, Retro Bar
THU 11 OCT - Nottingham, The Chameleon
THU 18 OCT - York, Stereo
FRI 19 OCT - Birmingham, Fern and Fallow
SAT 20 OCT - Leicester, Oxjam Festival
WED 24 OCT - Amsterdam (NL), Winston Kingdom
THU 25 OCT - The Hague (NL), De Vinger
FRI 26 OCT - Oostende (BE), Twilight Rocks
SAT 27 OCT - Gent (BE), Kinky Star Club
It's always dope when a band that you love, but one that lives so fucking far away, kicks ass and other people take note. Just a few months ago, Cable35 were living out of a van on an island which had no river to live near, so they lived as far away from the water as possible to avoid sinkage, and panhandlers, and vehicular rust.
Cable35 are nothing if not brilliantly sensical and metaphorically obtuse.
But then again that's a cultural trait of theirs being where they are from. WHERE THEY FROM?
Cable35 are from fucking Malta.
Do you know where Malta is? It's surrounded by water, filled with people who wear shoes, and their main export is Cable35, it doesn't matter.
Regardless of my geographical wizardry, Cable35 are headed out on tour this October with all female trio Valentiine, and they're playing all the Fuck over the UK showing the Australian broads how it's done. We assume this means they will flex lots of muscles, drink ridiculous amounts of shitty booze and claim they don't jack off.
SYFFAL expects postcards from every stop of the tour, and by postcards, we mean tit pics.