Come join us for the unveiling of Strange Brew's new mural artwork by Artist Tim Ryan.

We understand the places we occupy within their present tense. The buildings we work in, the parks in which we play, the roads we travel back and forth on, tied together by liquorish black tarmac. Desire paths splay off the beaten track - full of promise - but nearly always serving as a short cut to shops, car parks, bus stops, retail parks. Subconsciously designed and collectively created to save the most precious commodity of all - time.

But there are other paths that have resisted the dead hand of the council planner. Paths leading to places obscured by neglect, often marked by explosions of Magenta in the summer months. Seen as a blur from a train window, on the fringes of industrial estates or tucked beneath flyovers. Places where time itself seems to pass differently. Here in the edgelands, the Buddleja reign supreme.

How do we get there?
A hole in a wire fence? an over-sized gap between metal railings?
Children are instinctively drawn towards these
tears in the fabric of ‘society’.

Sometimes there are ruins. Remnants of a fractured past that fizz with a deep memory, amplified by isolation and neglect.
Metaphor is pungent here - casting spells that feels real.
Demolished factories reduced to rubble leave floor plans for the comfort of spectral jobsworths who even in death refuse to clock the fuck out!
Wild ivy constricts in celebration around Yesterday’s CLUNK™ to a captive audience of Ditched double glazing flyers and Readers Wives magazines.

This is not the way to work.

Soundtracked on the night by a selection of creephouse, derelict chest freezer meat music, fuck punk/crackwave, blubber sludge, gutter/butter muzak and industrial sleaze by Jolo Morgannwg and Judy Savory.

Entry requirements: no age restrictions (under 18s to be accompanied by an adult over 21yrs, 1:1 ratio) — Read more — Read less