It’s 2003 up at the Liverpool Institute for Performing Arts. A time for dodgy fringe haircuts, jeans under skirts, uneasy colour combinations, a new nationwide love for indie rock bands, Peep Show, David Beckham’s pony tail, Nokia bricks, I could go on. During this year, three rather strange but somewhat charismatic blokes bond together overContinue reading “How I Imagine: The Wombats, A Guide to Love, Loss and Desperation”