It’s been roughly three whole decades since the Smoking Popes graced the shores of the UK, that’s a long gap by anyone’s standards, but they’re finally here and that’s all that matters. Their short and eccentric run of UK dates kicked off at this years Rebellion Festival, you can read the full review of that day here, and then onto the 100 capacity Salty Dog in leafy Cheshire, which I attended as that ended up being the nearest date to my hometown. That was a gloriously sweaty and joyous experience, although I suspect the Smoking Popes all started getting deja vu from being asked not to leave it 30 years next time. There was a feeling of communion about that show as the dedicated crammed into a venue they could have sold out many times over. Then they went on a truly random trek across the...