Really, I wouldn't mind if this was a regular format for Max. He seems at ease with things, like the proverbial congenial host of a party, making sure everyone's happy and got a drink. Live music (on radio, fancy that) with just a few CD tracks to keep the consumerists unneglected.
The festival, filtered through the charms of Reinhardt, felt retro in a pleasantly prolonged deja vu way (at one point I thought I was listening to Jefferson Airplane). And intimate: it made Womad sound like Glastonbury.
I don't understand Max's difficulty in defining The Moulettes. If the sensational Alex Harvey had been born a woman and formed a folk act, The Moulettes would be the tribute band to follow.
Lynton Kwesi Johnson! Never stand next to him in a photo opportunity if you want to look good.
The festival, filtered through the charms of Reinhardt, felt retro in a pleasantly prolonged deja vu way (at one point I thought I was listening to Jefferson Airplane). And intimate: it made Womad sound like Glastonbury.
I don't understand Max's difficulty in defining The Moulettes. If the sensational Alex Harvey had been born a woman and formed a folk act, The Moulettes would be the tribute band to follow.
Lynton Kwesi Johnson! Never stand next to him in a photo opportunity if you want to look good.