Yes, local goth club The Crypt is now the only place to be, and in the belly of this murky beast can be heard the sound of Bauhaus and The Glove, and this week our oddball heroes tackle these two classic outfits, finding within them the old bones of long-dead French avant-garde actors, half-digested alphabetti spaghetti-induced nightmares, and an inescapable time vortex otherwise known as a 'delay trap'.

Our lovable, fluffy-haired misfits finally look old enough to creep into Hastings' only goth club, The Crypt. And what a time they have! A tribe is discovered, a new band crystallizes around Nick, takes on a very strange Latin name, and friendships deepen over the music they start making. Simon finds a comforting anonymity-and-belonging in the midst of the dry ice, the noise and the unholy, beautiful confusion.