There is the mainstream and there is our world. Sometimes, like star struck lovers, they cross, but in the main we stay in our pre-designated lanes. Moonspell and Paradise Lost are unknown and uncared for in the world that sits above the Club Academy (I get quizzical blank looks from trendy students at the Union bar when I reply to their curious questioning of who’s on tonight). Both acts have heritage and a respective thirty and thirty four year pedigree, yet they have scarcely made a dent on the public psyche. They are akin to hidden treasures, worshiped by the throng of metallers and goths gathered in this subterrain haunt but ignored by everyone else.