The weird folk who've been knocking about all weekend with flowers in their hair are on stage, with flowers wrapped round their mic stands. Their percussionist gives me a smile, obviously spotting my drunken bum appearance and notebook in hand. I smile back and remember my girl back home, if only she were here with me today.
Thgis jacket is itchy.
The sound in here is still a little bass heavy. We have violins, electric guitar, "percussion", a stern looking female drummer and bass. The violins make me thing Bluebells, but the vibe is heavier. They have keyboards and obligatory glok. The singing chap has eyeliner, as they cover and pastiche.
Ooh, funky bass at times.