Despite his boyish good looks and tender age (he turned 32 the day we did this interview), Sheffield's own Dave Woodcock might actually be one of the very last blue collared poets around these days. Caught somewhere between damnation and the next round of drinks, Dave Woodcock and his loyal band of brothers, The Dead Comedians, play the sort of songs that will have you longing for the days of Strumner and late 70's Springsteen. In this interview, we speak to Dave about his new album, Poisoned Nights & Bar Room Lights, the joys of growing old and why what he does could easily end up killing him.