Mother’s Ruin. Juniper Juice. Uncle Harry’s Evil Mistress. Sweet Baby Pete. Whatever you call it, one thing remains a constant – gin is hella fun. Stands to reason, then, that you’ll have a blast at the third annual Gin Festival London, a big ol’ booze-up down on Tobacco Dock this month with more than 100 gins to regret befriending the next day.
The skinny-jeaned corpse of 2007 indie is risen and dragging its battered Converse to a venue near you