Dirty Butlins
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Track:Zither Player, The
My liver has finally stopped aching from my weekend sojourn in Minehead. All who made the expedition had a splendiferous time at the Dirty Three curated ATP festival. Myself, rather blearily, included. Although owning a few of their records, I'd never seen the Dirty Three do their thing, and 'hazard!', I cried; they are bastard-well brilliant! If there were medals for sheer presence, a tidy row would be pinned across Warren Ellis' chest. I particularly enjoyed his twix song banter....this is a song about waking up in the morning, staring at the phone not ringing, finding you only have one piece of stale bread, no butter, but there is some rancid marmalade, and then thinking to yourself 'I should have gone out last night'.....or something like that - all delivered in a comically nonchalalant low melbourne accent. They were dramatic and subtle in equal measures. Beautifully eardrum-buggeringly loud too. Joy. Nick Cave's performances had us all with our arms in the air and our inhibitions left somewhere in the Somerset countryside. Bobby Gillespie made for a brilliantly hopeless tambourinist. Bill Callahan made me cry like a small girl. Happy days.
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