The Ruts Bleed For You

IT WAS ALL going so well too, that was the point. So everyone assumed it was part of the act. I must admit I was a bit surprised, having seen the Ruts a fair few times without witnessing so much as a sprained pinkie, but here we were halfway through their set in Exeter's Routes Club and Malcolm's forehead is gushing blood like a miniaturised Jellystone Park geyser. So he thinks he's Iggy Pop or what?