Described variously in the press as “gypsy pirates” and “Viking vaudeville”, I had really, really high hopes for the much-praised war-paint clad crazies called Man Man. And it must be said, there’s absolutely no faulting the performance aspect of their show; moustachioed frontman Honus Honus leaping from stools onto his keyboard, drummers playing kits with their feet, saucepan and drain-pipe jams, bells and whistles galore and all manner of mindboggling craziness. But the sheer brilliance of their antics couldn’t mask the deficiencies in some of their music-although at their best they were incredible (Black Mission Goggles and Van Helsing Boombox FTW!), there was a lot of weak stuff that not even their riotous frolicking could save. A great gig with flashes with magnificence, but not the world-beater I was expecting.(Photo: Alan Bee (Flickr))
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