Eight years ago, Jo and I travelled down to Bristol for this:
You want Robert Plant and the Strange Sensation? You got it. Damon Albarn armed with only his guitar and a dvd player? Check. Massive Attack doing the Massive Attack thing? Check.
But the main draw was the return, after what seemed like a lifetime, to live performance of a band called Portishead. I get goosebumps just thinking about this night, was just unbelievably special.
