


3) Vicky and Howard are in the mood and are ready to rawk. The bats are a nice touch, eh?


All-in-all we are not sure that this exhibition was worth the admission price (£6). Why was there an admission price in the first place? We've never paid to get into one at the Gas Hall before. They are usually free of charge. Perhaps we feel somewhat underwhelmed because when it comes to 'contempoary history' it is all too recent and familiar, not special enough. OK, it has one or two guitars, costumes, and a Harley (viz a vis nothing), but we (or anybody, for that matter) could put all our old ticket stubs, posters, programmes, old Metal Hammer covers, sleeve artwork etc on display and call it an exhibition and charge folk to come 'round and look at it. Hmm, now there's a thought.
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