Tuesday, 1 September 2015

Rewind

Where on earth do I begin?


 Rewind is the spiritual home of the Dance Happy Girls - it was our first ever festival together, it is our annual pilgrimage back to our youth, so this will be an entirely biased view of a festival that we love and that does just about everything right.


Rewind is unique, not for this festival the 'first time away from home-ers', the youngsters, the beautiful people in impossibly short shorts and quirky wellies.  Rewind is the home of 40 and 50 somethings, pretending to be 17.  It is awash with neon and lace, ra ra skirts and blue eyeshadow.  You are far more likely to bump into...and dance with, a BeetleJuice, an Inspector gadget or a Top Gun hero than a hipster or a student.  It is a celebration of the absurd, an affectionate nod to the decade that taste forgot, all human life is here and I love every downright daft moment.
Daisy Duke is all grown up.

 Friday night is party night; campers and weekend ticket holders can rock up and dance to live bands, boogie at the roller disco, try out the plethora of food and start the weekend long drink binge.  Sadly, this year, Friday night was the weakest aspect of Rewind.  The absolutely awesome Junior Guevara who usually hold court in the big top tent were missing in action, the queues at the bar were enormous, and Paul Young's band Los Pacaminos were an uninspired choice for a welcoming act.  Most of the festival goers were hoping that he could be goaded into singing some of his 80s hits, whilst the few that were at inaugural Rewind (of which I am one) were hoping on all that is holy that he wouldn't. 

 The silent disco however was, and is, a diamond event.  
For the uninitiated


As much a spectator sport as a participation event, it is all that is kitsch and silly.  




Best moment was when my channel played the conga.  


 I joined the hip swaying, leg kicking, line of neon clad revellers, grabbing shy individuals in my path and pulling them into line, so that they wouldn't miss out.  At the end, I released the man in front who turned to me with a grin, pulled off his headphones and said "I was listening to Michael Jackson - What the hell did you have on?"

 This wasn't a stella Friday night.  I felt that we were being punished for over enthusiastic table dancing in previous years and there were very few places to sit.  This is a real pain when you are trying to eat festival food in a box - it took ages to get a drink and the live music didn't have the pizazz that we have come to expect.  But these are the niggles of someone who has been every year.  There was still fun to be had and loo paper in plentiful supply.

 Saturday morning dawned in the most spectacular way and this dance happy girl donned electric blue leg warmers and a Don't you want me T-shirt for a run along the river.  I discovered 2 things 1) that 4 hours sleep and imbibing your own body weight in cider does NOT make for a sprightly run.
2) It is absolutely gorgeous along the towpath, heading away from rewind.  And I really should visit one day - sober.  
The real draw of rewind is the music, and this begins at 2pm on Saturday.  People who say that they don't like 80s music are, in my opinion, batshit crazy, in the same way as people who don't like cheese. 80s music was a stir fry of style and genre and there is something for everyone;  disco and punk, new romantic, pop, dance, ska, synth, soul and rock.  Rewind 2015 just about had it all.


  






  
Did I enjoy every act - nope.  
At risk of doing my 80s stir fry analogy to death, every dish has its water chestnuts and Black Box, Belinda Carlisle, Soul II Soul and T'pau were mine.  But without these we would starve to death or have to pee where we stood.

 Saturday highlights for this dance happy girl were..

 Slim Jim Phantom
For sheer rockabilly joy and Stray Cat Strut.

 Billy Ocean
The wise old man of rewind, so loved and revered by the crowd.  Gave it warmth and energy and had the audience in the palm of his hand.


 Go West 
Began with a squeeze from Richard Dummie and ended with poptastic brilliance.  I'd love a new cover now though boys, you do Sex on Fire so well, but I think you're holding out on us.


 OMD
These guys are quality!    You must KNOW you've got a great set to risk coming on to your best known number, but they did and they did!

I defy you not to dance, and as the dancing on the stage is akin to dad dancing on acid, you can feel assured that you are actually fantastic!  You didn't need to know every song to dance like a loon for the entire set.  I was at this point on a table making occasional lunges for Evel Knievel to ensure that I didn't dance right off the edge.
Honorary dance happy girls Evel Knieval, Paul & Mark

I've had Tesla girls as my ear worm for a week 'NO NO NO' and as sharing is caring...


OMD...OMG!!!  

The Dance Happy Girls are papped



Sunday always has a more subdued feel at the beginning.  Everyone feeling that afternoon after the night before feeling.
But we were eased into the day by Hue and Cry and their relentless search for Lynda.

 This was something of a 'die happy' day for us both.  Joy came early for me in the form of The Selecter.  I love ska and the Black/ 'Gaps' combination is just joyful.  I left the rarified air of the VIP enclosure to get up close and personal and party with the ruuuuuuuude boys
Dance Happy Hint
Number 17

 When you meet your ska heroes why not make a hamster face and do jazz hands?

 You're welcome (groan)
BEF and their synth sound is what stirs Janie's heart and they were on next with a pretty epic line up featuring Robin Scott (M), Thomas Dolby, Eddi Reader (Fairground Attraction), Peter Hook (New Order), Shingai Shoniwa (The Noisettes) and of course Glenn Gregory from Heaven 17  If there is a song that sums up rewind, surely it is....


The Queen of Hearts isn't just a poker song - it's MY poker song.  Hearing it live from the mouth of Dave bodes well for my poker game this winter.


He followed it with 'I hear you Knocking' and 'I knew the Bride when she used to rock n roll' with chutzpah in every chord.  LOVED IT!!! The rather wonderful 'Girl Talk' was missing in action, so I include it here but Dave Edmunds I love you.  That is all.
The day couldn't get any better....or could it.  HELL YES!  

 There are several perks to a VIP ticket at rewind; shorter queues for a drink; flushing toilets, a table to dance on and often a few musicians floating around for a quick stealthie.  Usually the dance happy girls are above such things and steadfastly ignore the gaggle worshipping at the feet of the famous and almost rans.  But I was prepared to make an exception for one of the great loves of my adolescence, little Nik Kershaw.
So, on a day when my hair was bigger than Nik himself, I got to meet my man.

 I was coherent when I told him how much I'd loved the union chapel gig and then I turned our handshake into an unexpected kiss.  Oops!!!






It was just a massive 80s love in!  Midge Ure making grown men cry with Vienna, Nik Kershaw timed to perfection singing 'I won't let the sun go down on me' as the sun began to sink behind the festival and Bananarama, well two of them, making grown men weep with what might have been.



Sunday was brought to a close by the almighty Human League.  
I've definitely seen them perform bigger and give more - but that is true of almost all festival sets.  It was an 80s-tastic way to end this extraordinary weekend.  We'll always be together....


 So, what is good about Rewind?  You need to ask?  The music, the music, the music.  It's our music and with few notable exceptions - talking to you Paul Young and Ben Volpeliere-Pierrot it sounds as good as it ever did!

 The setting at Temple Meadows is breathtaking and the walk along the towpath into Henley is an absolute delight, unless you attempt it at night without a torch and in ill fitting 80s shoes.

 Rewind is the most extraordinary bubble - an hour up the A4 takes you back 30 years.  And for one weekend only - everyone is your mate.  It's more than a shared experience, it's a shared youth and you will hug and dance and sing and make forever friends.  You will share an umbrella and loo paper, swap music induced memories and fall in love with the 80s all over again.

And at rewind we wrestle it back, we bring 30 years of experience to being 17 and it's bloody marvellous!
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Sunday, 16 August 2015

Penny for the Workhouse

Livestock Festival Part 4

Penny for the Workhouse are all that is good with new music.  Deliciously quirky, wonderfully witty with a style of music that somehow manages to capture the east end music hall and make it fresh.  

I'm a London girl, and our very own musical heritage seems to almost embarrass us, there is an appetite for the reworking of celtic folk songs something that the bad boys and girl of folk, Skinny Lister, do so well; sea shanties are fair game, but the east end of london with all its cockney swagger and good humour has as yet gone largely unreconstructed.  We need Penny for the Workhouse and their 'Rock & Roll with a dash of folk'




The band works brilliantly, the majority of the vocals taken by Mel and Nathan, but with all of the band; Jess, Tom and Sam I think, adding vocals at key moments like a delicious, cockney Greek chorus.  


I love The Ballard of Seamus Fink.  Who hasn't seen him propping up the bar in a hundred different pubs and Penny for the Workhouse gives him a voice. It's sad and clever and holy crap there's even an "OI".   It left me with the mother of all ear worms.  

Where was I?  Where was I?


And 'Old' is my kind of love song. 



A pigeon hole doesn't exist with their name on it and that's going to confuse a lot of people, but I am a Penny for the Workhouse fan, They are doing something different in a wonderfully roguish way.  

They look great, they sound great, they are funny and clever and jolly nice people too.


Find Penny for the Workhouse on 
twitter @the_workhouse
Facebook PennyForTheWorkhouse

Then sell your granny and get yourself to their next gig.  
We'll see you there.

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A dance happy interlude

A criticism that has been levelled at this dance happy girl, is that I'm too nice about bands and music that I write about (with notable exception award going to Steve Strange RIP and Marti Pellow) but to say that would be to misunderstand the Dance Happy vibe.  And the clue, really is, in the title.

 When Janie and I emerged blinking into the sunlight from the crazy 'early motherhood' years we wanted to remember who we were besides mummy.  A shared love of live music was the thing that initially gave us some time out and soon became a passion.


We played it safe for awhile, revisiting the bands of our misspent youth - 80s festivals, reunion tours etc and had a bloody good time.  

 The blog was initially just our own record - we didn't publicise it in any way, it was just a way to look back and remember that we really did go out looking like that, and I did swap my hat for beers at a madness gig and that we were more than the sum of school gate and staff room small talk. 

 And then, largely through twitter, we began discovering new bands.  Who knew?  Whilst I was learning Spanish with Dora and singing with Gymbo the clown, the rest of the world was still doing stuff: new, creative, fresh and exciting stuff.  We began listening to music that was sent to us and SOME of it we liked, a lot.  We started getting out to see some of these exciting new and heart breakingly young bands.  I kept writing in those small, dark, stolen times between work and being 'Mummy' but it was the publication of this research  You stop listening to new music at 33 that made us share the blog, initially amongst friends and family and then with the bands that we write about and more widely

But the blog is about music that makes us happy, good times, not being dead when you're older than 35.  We want to share the fantastic new bands that we find and hope that some of you like them too.  We want to shout out the bands that play for peanuts in sticky floored bars and fledging festivals and we want to feel good about doing it.

 We do see bands that are frankly not good enough or are too generic, we saw plenty of 'MEH' at Livestock festival but we chose not to write about those.  Why would I want to piss on the bonfire of 20 year old dreams.  I would rather choose 3 or 4 that we thought were BRILLIANT and write with passion about those.  We want to share the music that we care about.

I write it as I see/hear it, so reviews are rarely entirely without criticism but it's just my own view.  

 The thoughts of one utterly insignificant but very dance happy girl.  
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Friday, 14 August 2015

Hunter and the Bear Grrrrrrr

Livestock Festival Continued

 One look at Hunter and the Bear and I wanted to love them - it's a hair thing.  But this is a band greater than the sum of their swishy hair. I feel honour bound to mention at this point that for Janie it was the bushy beard that grabbed her attention.  But hey-ho needless to say, we were focused.

Hunter and the Bear, have that magical quality of being incredibly self assured without arrogance.  When the talent's turned up this high - you don't need to do the whole 'too cool for school' thing.  They were likeable, they drew us in. 

  I guess you would call what we heard contemporary folk/rock ish and if I were a gambling woman (see below) I would be willing to bet on who they've been compared to in recent years but that would be to do HATB an injustice - they're no carbon copy, they bring something extra to a non-genre genre, a unique quality. 

 Do yourself a favour. CLICK HERE!

 The musicainship is evident in every number, with a glorious clarity of vocals, the songs crafted to showcase every element of their combined talent.  



Set List

Burn It Up
Forest on The Hill
Tallies
On The Run
Hanging By A Thread
Shadow Man
The River (Bruce Springsteen Cover)
Pick Me Up
Blood Red Skies
Battle Scars
Like A Runaway


 They didn't need a cover but The River was truly good.  Janie and I, when we're not at a gig, can often be found at the poker table and that is a featured song on the much coveted Dance Happy Poker Playlist.  It was a great choice - and they did it justice.

 However,  my very favourite moment was when they unplugged and came down from the stage, a very bold move for a band at a festival, not assured of a secure loyal fan base.  It relies upon a disparate festival crowd being both courteous and curious enough to shut up for 5 minutes, but a group gathered around the band effectively blocking enough background noise to make the number viable, and this act of itself brought others to see what was going on.  

 This was possibly my favourite moment of the entire Livestock festival.  The song was written in that bleak time of helplessness when a loved one is seriously ill and you feel utterly inadequate in every way.  As someone who is somewhat raw from my own sister's rediagnosis of cancer it reduced me to a puddle of mascara and snot.  The story of the last leaf is one that I heard as a child and has never left me, and their assurance to their friend 'I won't let the leaves outside your window hit the ground' was everything that I'd wanted to say but couldn't find the words.  

If this wasn't enough - they are thoroughly likeable off stage too, anyone who writes NAAA NA NA - NA NA NA NAAAAA (think about it) when signing my EP cover, is OK with me.

 Hunter and The Bear are a class act.
Find them on Twitter  @HunterTheBear or  
Facebook Hunter & The Bear 
and grab yourself a bear hug from Will, Jimmy, Gareth and Chris.
You heard it here first!
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Wednesday, 12 August 2015

Under A Banner

Something wicked this way comes.

It was undoubtedly the chance to see Under A  Banner perform live that fuelled our initial desire to go to The livestock Festival.  

They are an incredibly hard working, media savvy band.  Our paths had crossed on Twitter and Adam is incredibly 'on it' and loyal to those who show support for the band.  Their sound is fresh a folk, punk, rock fusion but very lyrics driven with subject matter that resonates.  They were without doubt one of my favourite finds of this year, and many a day has been improved by playing LEAVING HERE very loud indeed.


Did they deliver live?  Overwhelmingly yes, they are passionate and intense and gratifyingly ear ringingly loud (for which I thanked them at 3am)  These boys, and girl can definitely play - the sound quality was a bit 'first night new festival' standard but you can't hide power and passion.


Big thanks to Adam for sharing the set list, presumably written in his own fair hand.


However, my one disappointment was that they delivered the set like a heat seeking missile, one great number after another it must be said, but with little introduction or interaction and the price that we paid for this approach was that we didn't really get to know them.  

I do get it.  

It was a quiet night at Livestock and those that were around needed to be grabbed by the throat and kept there - I don't know if Adam would usually introduce the members of the band, or if together they are more than the sum of their parts, but I wanted to know them.  It may even have been an antidote to the somewhat 'just the right side of chaos' feel to backstage.  But it was on the verge of being maniacal until Adam introduced "Impossible Dave" and with that simple interaction proved himself to be incredibly likeable, which indeed he is.  It was the first time during the set, that he seemed to relax and allow us a glimpse of the man behind the music.  

But it was undeniably a great set.  The heart of Under a Banner was here, I love the insane energy of Network and rousingness, possibly not a word but should be, of Victory Time.  




I did miss the softer side of Under a Banner with the beautiful musicality of their acoustic numbers such as Another Time and Inseparable but so that anyone who was there does not miss out ….



I suggest that you sell your granny and get yourself t'Midlands to see them.  I  definitely want to see them again, I want to see them in a metaphorically  smokey bar filled to bursting with folk who get them.  I want to get hot and sweaty and hoarse with singing and dancing, and do I want to stay there and drink with them?

  Hell Yeah!  

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Monday, 10 August 2015

Livestock Festival

Friday 31st July - 
Sunday 2nd August

We may well have been the only people to make the journey from London to Tewksbury for the inaugural Livestock Festival.  We were lured there by the opportunity to see some new bands that we have a social media relationship with; Under a Banner, Penny for the Workhouse, Prism and knew that we were guaranteed a good time from the three headliners The Feeling, Scouting for Girls and The Hoosiers. 


So, we booked a room in a pub, in a town, in the vicinity (Did I ever tell you the story of Janie threatening EXTREME violence to me, in a cold damp tent, at the dead of night at a festival?) and set off down the M4 in our festival car Delilah.  




We talked a taxi into taking us to the festival, largely by pretending that we were seriously into farming (it is a strange name for a music festival - was it to hoodwink the planning officers and local community?)  and on a glorious Friday evening we drove down into Manor farm, offsetting the taxi driver's grumbles about his chassis with the incredible view below us.



Manor Farm is a glorious site for a festival.  Lush and green and spacious, very, very, VERY spacious.  On Friday night the festival was quiet in a way that only Bjork truly understands. 
However, it had obvious potential.  There were places to eat, a large bar (crowd free) and a main stage that was covered; small but perfectly formed.  Hay bales provided the perfect spot to hang out and drink a cocktail, YES A COCKTAIL or two.  It was like seeing a festival ultrascan, undeniably a perfectly formed festival but somewhat embryonic, with a few grey areas.





The Friday night bands were really playing the graveyard shift, although the crowd, such as it was, flocked to The Feeling at 10pm  and the atmosphere in the mosh pit was amazing!  I certainly left with ringing ears and throbbing feet and a warm fuzzy feeling towards livestock.  The blue moon hanging high above the Livestock sign added to the romance of the whole occasion.


Saturday had an entirely different feel, the glorious weather and possibly the best known of the Headline acts, brought curious locals flocking, see what I did there, to Livestock.  Pony rides, activity tents and the big red comedy bus appeared to be doing a roaring trade and families possibly outnumbered the 'first-festival' teens of the night before.  


Janie and I managed to spend much of our time mooching in the VIP area - which almost works.  It really is more of a backstage pass as there is no view of the stage from VIP, but hey ho - I'm a sucker for a flushing toilet and a sofa.  It's also a great place to chat with bands and pick up gossip.  There were a number of rumours floating around about Livestock, many asserting, for example,  that Livestock had been running for a number of years in different guises and different locations, but whilst we were told that we were welcome to interview Ben Leeke, our genial host "Although no comparisons to Michael Eavis please" he was unsurprisingly a pretty busy man this weekend.  

Saturday was almost perfect, although11am-11pm is a long day for a festival and a few more stalls and activities,  there are only so many hats a dance happy girl can buy, would have helped to break the day up a little.  But there was an unashamedly good time vibe which was infectious, aided and abetted by some remarkably good unsigned bands (but more of them later)  Scouting for Girls finished off Saturday night in their own endearingly rowdy way.  Talking of scouting, Ben took to the stage at the end of the night, looking for all the world like a benevolent scout master himself, letting us know that we could watch a movie before bed. Janie and I didn't hang around - we managed to hitch a lift back to Upton as the cab firm were now refusing to come down and pick us up.  Upton Cabs don't give it to you - as Bruno Mars almost said.     


We were in two minds about returning to the festival on Sunday     It is not really designed for people who don't camp yet come to all three days, there was nowhere to retreat to for a snooze and we had already eaten every type of food at least once, but lured we were by the Hoosiers and our seemingly insatiable curiosity.  Sunday was all mellowness and pretty quiet and low key. Rumour had it that the silent disco of the night before, was anything but :) and I feel that there was a sense of fragility amongst many of the revellers.   We didn't arrive until after 6pm having lost ourselves in the view of the Severn and the Sunday papers.  So we actually missed most of the unsigned live acts which really are the strength of Livestock.

However we were present when lightening struck the ground a mile away from the festival site and Ben, in full on mother hen, gathered us to him.  Hay bales, blankets and picnic chairs were hauled into the safety of the main stage, it was a charmingly British, cosy way to end the festival.

The Hoosiers, came on to 'Take me to Church' presumably a nod to anyone who thought they had come to see Hozier, and closed the festival in a riot of glitter and enthusiasm. 

We enjoyed Livestock, there was a naivety about the whole festival which meant that your bags weren't searched on the way in, although my smuggling peaked at a packed of chocolate buttons and a diet coke and similarly it attracted a crowd of first time festival goers declaring that they would NEVER remove their bands.  

The range of bands were truly impressive, and we found a few real diamonds.  The food was good and local and well priced.  The site was kept impeccably clean and it felt all fresh and shiny and new

I began by saying that the festival was somewhat embryonic - I stand by it, but I think that we may well just have been at the birth of something special.

  
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Monday, 15 June 2015

Lux Lisbon …. again!

I learned something about myself last night, I learned that I like my artists, painting and starving in garret rooms, my poets in basement bars nursing a single drink along with their tortured souls, and my Lux Lisbon at 'The Bronze'.

 Don't get me wrong, I am thrilled and unsurprised that Lux Lisbon go from strength to strength and can sell out at the beautiful Bush Hall and be slightly overwhelmed by the support of a growing, eclectic and adoring fan base  but I felt 'miffed' by the trappings that go along with that.  I thought the lighting design was hideous and the man with the giant video camera (compensating much?) hugely invasive.  
But the band, was, as ever, amazing!!!


 But I get ahead of myself 
(insert ripple back in time effect from 1970s TV here)

 I grew up in Shepherds Bush, so I couldn't understand why I couldn't place the Bush Hall in my memory.  If there was a beautiful Edwardian music venue under my very nose - why had I never seen it?  A very small amount of research, God bless google had the answer, in my day Bush Hall was a snooker club, with a reputation that meant the teenaged Jude was to walk by very quickly, and preferably on the opposite side of the road!  
So, I had never stepped foot inside it until last night.





The Bush Hall has its own dining room just next door, a contemporary, welcoming place with good food and very cool toilets.  They are happy for you to take a table just for drinks and you may find yourself sitting next to a couple of careless sons, just saying.  
loving the loos!
Bush Hall, by contrast, is all faded elegance; dusty carpets and chandeliers, and you can almost forgive them the lack of air con for the sheer quirky, careless drama of the place.  I have mentally planned how I will use the space to host a party of my own.

 But onwards with the music...
Watching the first support act was a bit surreal, many of us took to the floor and the scene resembled something of a half-hearted student 'sit in' circa 1975 complete with a beautiful tousle haired child who scampered, topless, around the floor.  Son of Jack played a Tom Paxton-esque ode to his own son which was charming if a little more pound land Paxton than the real thing.  He did warm up during his set and was utterly inoffensive although possibly destined to always be the bridesmaid….

 However, I like Kuqi, yes I do!  

 I love that they are named after a Finnish footballer AND have to tell us how to say their name.  I enjoyed the passion and the utterly eclectic mix of songs from Norwegian prisons to the ubiquitous love song.  I'm an 80s girl at heart and can always be led astray by a nod to the elctro synth sound - and Kuqi is making it relevant again.



Smile Dream Standing in the Shadows Nowhere Faster Bastoy Feels Just Like It Should This War Needs Guns Peace of Mind


What I don't now yet is if their music translates to the living room and car  or if they are truly a performance band.  I'll keep you posted or listen in and decide for yourself.


So Lux Lisbon.  What is there to say that hasn't been said before.  
They are amazing.  

“For the eternity that Lux Lisbon looked at him, Trip Fontaine looked back, and the love he felt at that moment, truer than all subsequent loves because it never had to survive real life," 

There is an intensity about Stu, that was barely concealed last night.  He has an uncanny ability to make everyone in a crowd feel that he has looked right at them and in that moment you are a part of it - and your presence there matters.  This coupled with Charlotte's effortless universal appeal is heady stuff.  Everyone there became their Trip Fontaine that sweltering, melting night in the Bush Hall.
It was a great set, from start to finish.

Keep Me Wild is the song that brought our friend Reine all the way to London from Gothenburg.  Did he mind missing the gig in which Foo Fighter Dave Grohl fell off the stage, broke his leg and carried on with the set?  (Not to mention the Swedish Royal wedding.)   No, he did not!  And this is why.


Favourite moment of the night was when Charlotte proudly announced 'I wrote this one', and as the intro played there were many uncomfortable exchanging of glances, an unspoken WHO should tell her that she had far too obviously plagiarised 'Under Pressure' followed by much cringing at our own stupidity when it became a fuck off cover of….Under Pressure.  Loved it!

 But Charlotte DID write the Greatest Human CannonBall and it is an achingly beautiful and haunting song which creates an absolute dichotomy between the guileless, effortless, smiley performer on stage and the insecurity of the anonymous human cannonball.  I haven't stopped listening to this since Friday, it gets under your skin and stays there. 

It was one hell of a party, The Bullingdon Club and Get Some Scars had everyone singing and dancing and sweating copiously.  

Lux Lisbon are quality.  They have talent, passion and joie de vivre in abundance.  They have something to say and you should bloody well listen.  Find them on twitter @LuxLisbonMusic or on Facebook, get yourself to a gig and fall a little in love with them yourself.

 PS  Elliot, I bumped into your mum in the toilets and she's so proud :)  
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