The Hot Puppies are glorious. I can't say this with my own ears as proof but at the seated venue that is the Bristol Cube not a mouse stirs in the house. At the end of the set dazed listeners float out and start stalking the merchandise stall. Something like a musical about a perfect band performed in the grotty venues of England every time they play. The Hot Puppies
Then. It's xmas. Almost. something special! I've managed to photocopy the words to Silent Night and The First Noel. The bands gather on stage with to one side a wondrous festive nativity scene acted out in tableau by the Panther Girls and their ensnared captive 3 king 'volunteers'. We strongly encourage the audience to sing along to the carols. It's my dream come true. I'm re-living the best school-days of my life. Maybe school is smelly but everyone singing all together is amazing. The audience doesn't want to stop and we let them sing all million and one verses of 1st Noel. Glory to the audience hurrah.
This is my present to me: Circulus are playing for me. Okay and for everyone else whose paid to get in but I chose them from the shop window of bands my very own self and put them on for my own gratification. As gig promoter/organizer and as the soundperson has emailed in sick I am wound tightand stressed like a broken watch that an irritating granny keeps trying two wind. Circulus unwind me. Tight coils of stress ease themselves into gently waving tresses as they play. It's a kraut-folk mono-stomping journey led by crumhorn and cittern and capering cape-wearing troubadours of joy. I regress fully to my childhood hippy fairies are real self and if it wasn't so darn cold outside i'd be skipping home barefoot. Circulus
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