Good eeeeevening Bristol! How’s everyone doing out there? Hey, yeah man, I see you, waving at me! How’s it going? Oh… oh… someone help that guy up. Few too many apple juices for that man there! Anyway, we’re gonna play you a few tunes now, really get the joint jumping!
Recklessly abandon yourselves, all ye who etc etc
What’s that? Waddya want instead? You say you’d rather listen to clumping prog-rock played by four chronically shy middle-aged men? And at the same time, have your table knocked over by a dyspeptic labourer, who’ll give you a gap-toothed sneer by way of apology? Hey, I think that’s what you’re asking, but it’s pretty dank in here. And loud. Woof! Man, they crank these speakers up. Makes passers-by stop and think, eh?! Yeah, they’ll be ponderin’ and wonderin’ about stuff, make no mistake, hoo yeah, ‘Hey what’s going on in there?’, their cerebella will be snapping away at’em, ‘I thought the Reckless was just a characterless room attracting the usual train station flotsam who can’t make it into the centre of town before hitting the pumps’. But no! They’ve got Live Music, that’s LIIIVE, man, the place is full of lively, attractive souls partying the damn night away, telling it straight to ya, we’re alive! Not dead in any way. Nope.. Nuh-uh.
IKB, a great fan of reckless abandon, would have been proud, man. Real proud.
The Reckless Engineer
- Temple Gate
- Bristol BS1 6PL