On paper they couldn’t seem further apart. The stadium straddling echoplex anthems of U2 and the claustrophobic cabaret of Virgin Prunes seem inked on opposite ends of the spectrum, an anathema to each other, irreconcilable. And yet… Dublin, Ireland in the 1970’s was a dour place, even if Phil Lynott had escaped to blaze a trail with a silver […]

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