It’s not the Knights themselves that bother me. It’s the fact that they play in, and represent, what is - objectively- the worst city on the planet.
Calling Newcastle a shithole would be an insult to shitholes.
There’s a shitty overpriced pub serving awful food on an otherwise dead wharf, a ghost town called Hunter St, speed numbs that destroy the underside of anything lower than a monster truck, and a “leagues club” that’s not worthy of the name.
Don’t even get me started on Henny Penny, a (very) poor man’s pale imitation of Kingsley’s.
Then there are the people. Toothless, smelly, unkempt riff raff. The only thing that scares them more than brushing their teeth is telling them that their yearly shower is coming up.
Fence it off, level it and salt the earth. There’s nothing salvageable about that place.
But save Rudderless Records. That place is a gem.