Blackmachine had been the south coast's longest running alternative/goth night at just over 8 years. From the flames the Phoenix shall rise they say, so as the dying embers of BM glowed their last, it became clear that the ghost of Kaiser Bock could not rest forever...
It was 1746 and in the land of Surbiton a dark cloud came rising from the earth, and into that cloud was born, from a three legged unicycle rider and a reheated chicken, Sinbad: Scourge of the undergarments and herald of the twenty sided dice. He grew up in the heart of America , running from the Yankees who wanted to use his prominent head of hair...
Having successfully established and ran Dr Fell's in Basingstoke for almost three years, he determined that the time was right to put the good Doctor to bed and embark upon something bigger, fresher and within the Capital, away from the greying car parks and redundant industrial wastelands of Basingstoke...
