Strolling round Bangalore, India, in November 2014, as one does, I had been excited to see a metal festival advertised down the road from my hotel, and had ventured thither, only to find it a local high school infested very many extremely young people. Although there may have been a hall there somewhere I thought it probably not appropriate to scare them with my hairy presence. Prowling the streets further I encountered some heavy metal kids, surrounding a small store selling rock memorabilia staffed by a young man with a Lamb of God T-shirt. I told him I had seen them last year, and he became frightened and ran behind the counter. Not abandoning my dedicated search of the defense of the faith, and more lubrication, I did then happen upon the Rock Pub, attracted by very loud beat, and sat at the bar, drinking beer with a few chips. I dare say the local bangers could not afford the beer, for there were only one or two other patrons, or they may even have worked there. The place was modern, clean, somewhat stylish, and the music not a bad heavy rock mix on video screens, though including some poppy numbers. On leaving after about an hour I asked the manager how late they were open, and he said they were just closing (at 11), and indeed the blinds were coming down. Whether this place is ever happening, I cannot say, but it would be a pleasant though rather aseptic joint if it were.
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