To be honest, the stage was too small for the massed ranks of Bellowhead, the lighting seemed designed to make it impossible to see the band, and the sound was a bit shit to start with, but as always with Bellowhead it was a superb night involving plenty of silly dancing.
They also played a couple of tracks I’ve not heard before tonight, but Steve was upset that they didn’t play Jordan.
Trip to Bucharest/The Flight of the Folk Mutants Parts I & II
Whiskey is the Life of Man
I Drew My Ship Across the Harbour
Cold Blows the Wind
Prickle Eye Bush
Unclothed Nocturnal Manuscript Crisis
Rochdale Coconut Dance
Frog’s Legs and Dragon’s Teeth