Official Receivers at The Artrix 06/09
I was looking forward to a night of soulful music from one of the premier bands in the country, who not only play the part, but look the business as well. Not so fast, first we have to give consideration to an excellent support band, whom I would not have minded seeing in their own right. Not soul this time, but plenty of rock and blues, coming from Slowburner.
They have a 27 year pedigree, and have supported some influential blues and rock bands over that time. Slowburner is fronted by the charismatic vocalist Paul Bridgewater, Mike Bannister, looking serious on a mean guitar, Rob Newell, thumping out those base notes and just for the night, a drumfest performance from Dave Small stand in Denny Connolly. It must be said, Paul has an outstanding voice, purpose built for this style of electric blues, and certainly looks the part, bringing to mind Paul Rogers and Free. From ‘King Bee’ to ‘Bullfrog Blues’, via JJ Cale, Free, and Muddy Waters, this band play a smorgasbord of blues looking back across the last 50 years. That’s not to dismiss many of their own songs squeezed in to the roller-coaster rock show. Thoroughly enjoyable, those soul boys would have to work hard to better this.
Whilst not at capacity, there was a good crowd awaiting the Receivers, the cheer went up as they entered the arena. Slickly turned out and loaded with brass, the band strike up, front man Lenny enters,the open floor of the Artrix, tense with expectation, breaks into a writhing mass of born again teenagers, as ‘Soul Finger’, melds into ’25 Miles From Home’. Edwin Starr, Sam & Dave, Otis Redding and Booker T, are pitched at the auditorium. Whether your a Soul Man or not, you can’t help moving to these classics, helpless against the tide of songs washing over us, ‘How sweet It Is’, to be within the magnetic field of this dynamic, highly charged, band. They are a brass driven 8-piece, towering over the tuneful tubes is Chris on Tenor Sax, with Paul on trumpet, and a second Tenor, sitting squarely on Phil. Tucked behind are the building blocks of funk, Dave on bass, and Tony on drums. Only stalling for Lenny to mop his brow, the soul train rides on, ‘Geno’ almost enticed me to risk my well worn back, but I’m a pro, I had a job to do, sod it! ‘Mustang Sally’ caught me unawares, another week on Tramadol! Venturing up into the galleries, I found a similar picture, abandoned seats, floor space at a premium, you cannot sit still to this stuff. Rick gets carried away on a guitar solo, hinting at some serious rock demons, Simon throws in some nifty keyboard moves, Lenny needs an oxygen mask, time to Show A Bit of Tenderness. The evening is winding up, far too many wild eyed, middle-aged teenagers were about to be released into the Bromsgrove night, looking for more action. It had been a fabulous evening, intoxicating stuff, a superb Slowburner put light to the fuse, and the controlled explosion as the Official Receivers, drew us all in and released the force.
Do you like good music, yeah, yeah, oh yeah
Words & photos Graham Munn
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Gloucester Blues Bytes 2014
Sampling what is on offer during the last week of July and into August, finds me at Café Rene for a Mike Sanchez solo. Waiting is his battered gig weary keyboard, more gaffer tape than body, but it seems to work for him. Mike is a travelling jukebox box of Rhythm & Blues, Do Wap, Boogie, Blues, Ballads and Rock & roll, taken from the world of wine women and song. A non stop whirling dervish of a show, someone had loaded a fiver in a 5p slot Wurlitzer, and Mike is the stylus. Café Rene was full, and song titles were tossed in the air to be caught and played, set list? never heard of them! Mike remonstrated his inability to play Louis Jordan’s, ‘Ain’t Nobody here But Us Chickens’, and then proceeded to sing it ‘a capella’ style. A fun evening to end Mike’s current UK visit, and the launch of his biography.
I returned to Gloucester for a Friday night double, Steve Ajao & The BluesGiants, with King Pleasure & The Biscuit Boys, following them on to the open stage in Eastgate. A damp evening, with fine rain making for a reluctant gathering, venturing out from the covered areas. Though eventually, with no doubt a little fortification from the bar, KP managed to entice movement onto the green around the stage.
Steve Ajao, had opened with some good solid blues, as you would expect from this top notch Birmingham band, ‘Pride and Joy’, ‘Boogie Chillun’, and, ‘Travelling Man’, slip out easily, with bits of Hendrix, Whittaker and Clarence Carter, thrown in. Sadly the vocal mike did not seem well set to relate anything Steve talked about between these classic songs, a shame, as he does have a nice dry humour to bring to his gigs. KP and the lads, drew in the reluctant, sheltering crowd with plenty of rhythm and blues, swing, and even a bit of BB King for the occasion. ‘Everyday I Have the Blues’, crooned out to the revellers, in a full on blues style, reverting to lounge swing for such songs as ‘Oh Marie’. KP, with ‘Big John’, at his side, surrounded by one of the best R&B/swing bands around, can’t go wrong, a good way to unwind into the weekend.
Sunday, and some nice delta blues from Damon T, based in Gloucester, he is undoubtedly broadening his base with various festival spots throughout the summer. He ended on a Blind Willie Johnson song ‘Soul Of A Man’, played with soul by Damon T. A timing mix up meant a delayed start for Steve Morrison, so why not a bit more Damon to fill in, no one complained. The small hooded stage was reset for another, perhaps grittier blues man, Matt Woosey and his band. Matt , All the way from the Heights of Malvern is a well established acoustic blues artist, either solo or with his band. He grabbed attention with the lovely ‘Hook Line & Sinker’, the title track from his last album, but he could not get away from his claimed nemesis ‘Cruel Disposition’ a hard hitting Woosey favourite, fully fired up and certain to leave an impression.
Steve Morrison had found his way and was ready to go, a softer, approach after Matt, but an excellent performance that was much appreciated by the now crowded green. His well worn Fender teased us with superb finger picking and slide from the opening ‘After Midnight’ in the style of EC through to ‘Alberta’.
The Keith Thompson Band introduced a bit more rock as they played their Chicago and Mid America style blues, with the odd curved balls served up, like ‘Money’, the only cover on their Catch The Fire album. A nice bit of Hendrix in ‘Little Wing’ followed fast on the heels of Pink Floyd, the band gave a distinct change of style from the afternoon sessions.
Spikedrivers were to follow, they had won over many new fans at Upton a week before, with their roots style of Americana and blues, played out on scullery instruments by Constance and Maurice alongside the age worn acoustic guitars of Ben. Unfortunately, I was not able to see Connie Lush, much I would have loved to have, she is an iconic blues singer, with great presence and a killer voice. Overall, the week had been full of wonderful music in a variety of venues around Gloucester City centre, culminating in the weekend extravaganza behind Café Rene, the nucleus of the festival. It has established a firm hold on the week following Upton Blues just 15 miles up the road, often attracting many of the artists that have featured there. There is room for improvement, the stage is small and limited, the sound, probably not the best, but its certainly worth the visit, you will get to see some great bands, and be able to sample all that the Café Rene has on offer.
Words And photos Graham Munn
Four Shires Festival at Droitwich 15th-17thAug
An ambitious inaugural weekend festival materialised in Droitwich with a 3 day schedule with 44 sessions featuring with 39 different artists and bands listed. Included in the planned sessions were some interesting pairings, such as Abby Inez and Tina V, in fact Tina was popping up throughout the 3 days. I managed to catch most of Saturdays show, an impressive mix of local talent being showcased alongside the more experienced and full time musicians. The sound was excellent, the stages and facilities, impressive for for the first of what is hoped to be, a series of festivals over the 4 adjacent shires. Up and coming artists came from Gloucestershire, Warwickshire, Shropshire and of course Worcestershire. They performed in the acoustic stage, between sets of the established bands on the main stage. There were few delays, the entertainment being almost seamless across the day. I managed to hear Aymee Weir, Alex Petrie, and Emi Mcdade perform opposite, Chicago Bytes from Kiddermister area, who gave us Springsteen, Stevie Ray and Rory Gallagher and the lovely roots blues of Damon T and Luke Philbrick from Gloucester. Plenty of slide, harp and Delta passion. Hannah Dallas and Sarah Warren fronted Haunted Souls, with such a powerful pair of vocalists how could you fail to enjoy the Americana country style of this superb band, complete with acoustic guitars, mandolin and fiddle.
Then a surprise package in Missing Sparrows in the acoustic stage, with their ‘unique sound of London Town meets Billie The kid’. I’m not sure about the description, but they certainly had some interesting lyrics, perhaps more Lilly Allen dates Gaz Brookfield. Either way, an impressive little set from from 14 year old Tallulah and 16 year old Niall from Worcester. An acoustic session from Damon T preceded Kidde’s Vault Of Eagles, a grunge rock band fronted by Mari on lead and Hetti on a bass that seemed far to big for her, with Scott sticking it to the drums. Some powerful stuff from this unusual line up, with a flavouring of Souxsie and The Banshees.
With barely time to draw breath, let alone sample a bit more of the excellent ale on tap, there is a short set from Abby Inez with her country pop style of self penned songs, mixed with a few covers. Its a short set as Jessica Rhodes prepares on the main stage. I have to say the Jessica Rhodes Band was outstanding, formed in 2013 between cousins Oli Luke and Jessica, they performed much of their own material, a lively cocktail of soul, pop, and a large dash of jazz, complete with ice, umbrella and cherry. They are the full package, with real stage presence, Jessica’s voice, with a slight Scots tinge, has a genuine quality, certainly a band to see again.
A switch to the acoustic stage brought us to Tina V, this pop balladeer, present all weekend, has been instrumental in encouraging some of the new wannabes to play at the festival. Closing with ‘Don’t Worry Be Happy’, not a problem, the weather had held, the entertainment extensive, the bar was still open and Babajack were about to play the final set.
There is not much I can write about Babajack that I have not scribed before, the band is, for me, superb, they have tweaked up their stage performance (if you thought that possible) and they play truly wonderful roots blues music. By the time this goes to print, they could have collected more awards at the annual gathering at Colne. If Becky collects a third award, she will enter the ‘Hall Of Fame’. So suffice to say, if you have never seen or heard the band, find a CD or better, see them live.
Overall, the festival appeared to achieve everything it set out to do, a good set up, with twin stages, allowing virtually non stop music. A showcase for up and coming performers from the surrounding counties, mixed with fine, well seasoned, quality, bands. Plenty of music for all tastes. This ‘prototype’ festival lack only one thing, and that was foot fall. The reasons are many, but the bottom line is that it was not possible to pre-advertise the event widely and early enough. A great shame, given the efforts and resource put into making this happen. I am sure that any future event will address that problem, all else was fine, there are always minor tweaks and changes that can be made, but the structure as a whole seemed to work well. People and tickets sales are the lifeblood to any festival, I am confident that the organisers will make this work, they will then have a festival to be proud of.
Words & Photos Graham Munn
Last year one of the major highlights of the local festival calender, for me at least, was Lakefest over in at Croft Farm in Tewkesbury. The festival proved to be a wonderful family affair with an impressive music program (Ocean Colour Scene, The Levellers, Duke Special, Crazy World Of Arthur Brown, Roving Crows, etc) along with rides, face painting, zorbs and boat rides among many any other activities to keep the whole family entertained.
This years festival continued in the same rich vein with the aforementioned activities in place along as well as added silent disco and DJ lessons. Whilst the program of music reached further than ever before taking in a variety of genres as well as an intriguing combination of local and established acts, proving that the organisers have their fingers on the pulse.
The mainstage opened with the bouncy sunshine ska vibes of Sons Of Navarone, who provided the early revellers with collection of ska and reggae classics to get the feet moving. Following on, acoustic indie/folk act Bad Cardigan warmed up the crowd with a short yet infectious set before local favourites Young Kato (promoted from one of last years smaller stages) took to the stage like conquering heroes with their contagious set of high energy edgy indie rock, the six-piece welded hook-laden synths with serrated guitar and big sing-a-long choruses on the likes of Help Yourself, Light It Up and Sunshine. A diversion into the Floating Globe stage revealed the majestic harmony led No Good Nancy’s who delivered a wonderful set of soaring vocals and passionate covers of the likes of Natural Woman and You’re So Vain among others.
Back over in the main arena the crowds assembled for the high velocity ska punk sing-a-longs of Spunge. The band instantly took the festival by the scruff of the neck with a glorious bouncy set of long term favourites, the crowd responded to the likes of Jump On Demand, Ego, No Woman No Cry, Roots and of course Kicking Pigeons with high spirited dancing and hollering signaling the party had well and truly started. Over in the BBC Hereford Introducing tent Redditch was showcased heavily with the female fronted Byron Hare and indie four-piece Lost At Home both giving a good account for themselves, whilst multi instrumentalist and loop manipulator Ed Keane showcased his wares with a stunning sax/guitar/flute assisted instrumental that I think was entitled The Green Man.
Whilst people were reverberating to the sounds of 90’s dance act Snap and the legendary reggae/dub-man Lee Scratch Perry, I headed to a packed out Floating Globe stage for one of the highlights of the entire weekend in the shape of The Leylines, a violin/guitar wielding folk rock act that deliver hooks and contagious melodies aplenty during a thrilling set that even had the uninitiated singing along to the likes of Runaway and Run For Cover. The opening day was headlined by punk pioneers and festival mainstays The Buzzcocks who delivered an abrasive set of classics included, as you’d expect Ever Fallen In Love (With Someone You Shouldn’t Fall In Love With) and Orgasm Addict among others.
The first band to really grab the attention was a somewhat new look line-up of the Sarah Warren Band, that saw the big lunged blues/soul singer backed ably by the stunning guitar work of Melvin Hancox (Vincent Flatts Final Drive, etc), the band quickly drew in a large crowd with dazzling renditions of the likes of I’d Rather Go Blind, with Melvin’s guitar complimenting Sarah’s soul filled, powerful vocals effortlessly. The Jar Family followed on the mainstage with an intriguing and invigorating take on the folk theme, before Ade Edmondson & The Bad Shepherds took over with a mesmeric set of punk classics played on traditional folk instrumentation, mandolin and pipes combined to offer a completely original take on classics such as I fought The Law, Anarchy In The UK, Going Underground, Our House and Ace of Spades among others. if you’ve ever wondered what a new age folk take on a Sex Pistols or Clash classic would sound like, I highly recommend check Ade and the boys out at the venue near you!!!
From there it was a quick dash down the field to the BBC tent where Tyler Massey’s set of compelling folk was drawing to an end before Worcester’s serrated indie new wavers Skewwhiff delivered a jagged set lifted from their recent debut album, including such highlights as Gizmo and It Girl. Back across on the mainstage legendary ska man and original Rude Boy, Neville Staple and band produced a wonderful funky fun and lifting set drawing on his days with The Specials as well as his just released solo album, concluding with a mass crowd sing-a-long to Ghost Town following on from the likes of Message To You Rudy and Enjoy Yourself.
Saturday had the perfect one-two knockout punch with the final two bands on the mainstage. First up the Lightning Seeds weaved a magical set of pure indie pop nirvana with something of a greatest hits set. Grown men were seen arm in arm as the band delivered classic after classic. The tent filled with voices unified (mine included), gleefully singing- a-long to the likes of Never Change, Life Of Riley, Lucky You and Pure as if there life’s depended on providing harmony for Ian Broudie’s mob. With the crowd already at fever pitch and the numerous Brit-Pop T-shirts seen dotted around the festival the scene was set for returning 90’s heroes Shed Seven, the band could hardly disappoint drawing on their 94-99 heydays and top selling four albums the crowd rejoiced to the sounds of Disco Down, Chasing Rainbows and of course Going For Gold. Rick Witter seemed in good voice whilst every opening riff seemed to be welcomed with open arms, once again proving that Brit-pop thrills still speaks volumes to a generation of music lovers.
The rains drew in, the parking field became something of a hazardous bog during the morning and first part of the afternoon, but thanks to the staff and organisers the party raged against the elements and by the time acoustic troubadour Gaz Brookfield showcased his wares the seasons at midday the clouds began to lift, whether that was down to the nature of Gaz’s memorable set of hooks and guitar-work can’t be proven but I’m sure it helped. Sundays are generally a little mellower and time for reflection, only no one told The Whipjacks who still manage to rouse the weary early afternoon crowd with a fun packed set of celtic infused pirate punk shanties with thumping double bass, guitars battered and the odd bit of accordion thrown in for good measure.
By four o’clock the sun was beating down the crowd gained that all important second burst of energy and the fun filled, gloriously over the top Dr And The Medics took to the stage for a set of rock classics and pure entertainment. The only comparison you can make to a Doctor And The Medics show is that of a high energy circus, with the good doctor as ringmaster and his fellow band members as the various different acts. Imagine a riotous blend of molten riffs, hollered vocals, big hair, gothic capes, cloaks and ice maiden backing vocalists thrown together to deliver the likes of Love Shack, Kids Of America and the grand finale of Spirit In The Sky and Whole Lotta Rosie to a captivated and wonderfully receptive audience.
There are few bands that could follow the spectacle of Dr And The Medics, but one such band that can fill that criteria are Lakefest house band The Roving Crows, a band that are fast becoming the must see band on the folk/rock circuit with their unique blend of celtic fusion. The band open with the blazing violin introduction of White Petticoats before the band join in to deliver a glorious set including long term favourites Long Time Dead, Love Is The Finest Thing and God On Demand among others, with each song the audience responded with outbreaks of dancing, singing and raptious applause as strummed acoustics, fiery violin and bursts of trumpet blended to provide a stunning Sunday soundtrack.
The Fun Lovin’ Criminals were charged with bringing the festival to a close on a high and the funky hip-hop/blues/rock racketeers did just that with a collection of amped up classics. The band opened their set with Up On The Hill and from there on Huey and the boys had the crowd eating out of their hands, Loco (Gotta Be Crazy), King Of New York, Smoke Em were all dispatched by a band on top form, eager to display their instrumental chops to the appreciative masses, with Huey’s guitar-work and the harmonica of Fast particularly worthy of note. The FLC left the crowd baying for more by finishing up with the effervescent Scooby Snacks and the funk ridden ode to soul, Barry White bringing the end to another vintage year for Lakefest.
Words By Will Munn
Photos By Graham Munn
Last year Upton Blues Festival became, officially the largest completely free blues festival in the UK, the event was heavily supported, by bands and punters alike, the nearby fields were near full of campers, the various stages and pubs were rammed with revellers, the sun beat down throughout and from every corner of the town musicians plied their wares, showcasing the rich variety of the blues genre.
Surely with the threat of storms 2014 wouldn’t be able to compete with the previous year’s event, surely people would stay at home, the atmosphere would suffer, etc…. Well not so, the drive in on the Friday soon relieved any fears, 2000 plus people camping out supporting the festival, a figure that topped even last’s years figure and as we hit the riverside of Upton you could feel that air of excitement and expectation in the air, as the crowds gathered in their masses.
Of course you need a band that can channel that energy from the off, a band that would grab the crowd by the scruff of their collective necks and set the mood for the weekend. That band would be The Laurence Jones Band, a group that, in the space of a year have gone from playing the pubs of Upton (last year they played the festival in the courtyard of The Plough) to performing across the world with some of the biggest names in blues. Laurence and his band delivered a stunning opening set of blues rock at it’s best, drawing from the recent Temptation album as well as a few choice covers (the likes of All Along The Watchtower, Bullfrog Blues) to rapturous applause as Laurence proved again why he’s one of the most talked about young blues guitarists (and vocalists for that matter) out there.
Soon Upton was ablaze with the sounds of blues of every variety as the various pubs began their weekend’s festivities. We stuck to the Riverside stage for American rootsy blues man Charlie Morris and his Blues Group, as he delivered a glorious set of laidback blues that took in all the important blues subject matters of drinking, women and gambling, as he channeled the ghosts of the likes of Jimmy Reed and the alike during his infectious set, inciting an outbreak of dancing down towards the front, bringing the first evening’s entertainment to a frenzied close.
Over night the heavens opened, the rain came down and this fair county was lashed with a tasty storm, threatening the festivals schedule and indeed the attendance. The organisers quickly leapt into action as the rains continued to fall, decided to move the main stage from the rain battered riverside to the Memorial Hall (normally the home of the acoustic stage, which in turn was moved across to one of the accommodating pubs), enabling the show to go on. We took to a rather full and sweaty hall to catch a few numbers by Souled Out To Funk, the hall was awash with flailing limbs as the crowd lapped up a set of Soul (and disco) classics, including the likes of Car Wash, Disco Inferno and oddly enough Get Lucky (Daft Punk).
Over on the newly relocated acoustic stage nineteen year jack Blackman mesmerized a large gathering with a stunning set of originals, ragtime blues and the odd Robert Johnson cover. A quick return to the Memorial Hall in time for the New Orleans’s inspired, local heroes, Stomp & Holler, who blended sax, keys, guitar, occasional accordion and a groove-laden rhythm section creating a contagious mix of jazzy horn breaks, Latin bursts and a foot tapping, hip shaking take on the blues. The masses welcomed fan favourite renditions of St James Infirmary Blues and Web Top Checker and as the band raised the halls temperature, the weather responded accordingly as the sun made its presence felt.
With the return of the sun the festival returned to it’s scheduled line-up with the various stages returning to their original locations. I took to investigating a few of the pub stages, taking in the likes of Two Dollar Salad and Nice & Sleazy dishing out well received rock covers to over crowded rooms before wandering down to the Sports Field for a little of skiffle from Warren James, followed by a couple of impressive tracks by hot up and comer Mitch Laddie, back on the Riverside, as he nodded to his heroes Johnny Winters, Walter Trout and Stevie Ray Vaughan among others. By now the festivities and drinks were in full flow with every lick of guitar being lapped up by the hungry crowd.
David Midgen & The Twisted Roots delivered a thrilling genre blending set taking in catchy twisted blues, a touch of a jazz, a thimble of rootsy avant-garde folk and a trumpet assisted jam on something that resembles Mexican borderline Latin rock, their set was enthralling from start to finish with the slide assisted Desert Inside and the blackened lament Rev. Jack Crow proving to be set highlights among others.
The evenings entertainment included inspiring sets by new harmonica king Will Wilde and band (including a glorious rendition of Johnny “Guitar” Watsons’s” 3 Hours Past Midnight), a deft solo acoustic set by Adam Sweet (his solo album is a must buy for fans of rootsy blues), the Gambian Blues fusion of Baku Dan and the upfront, sultry Bradley’s Circus, a Dutch combo that provoked dancing, hollering and bra throwing (after a plea for panties by lead singer Lidewij Veenhuis) with a set of raw and lusty blues rock, bringing the second day to a mesmeric close.
The third and final day of Upton Blues Festival began basked in Sunshine, music poured from every corner with The Hereford Soul Choir opening proceedings on the riverside whilst I headed down to the sports field to take in a somewhat surreal yet vastly entertaining set by Stompin’ Dave, a one man, tap dancing, banjo wielding, piano bashing, guitar strumming maverick who blended bluegrass, country blues, boogie woogie and good time rock n roll to a captivated packed early afternoon crowd. Stompin’ Dave is pure entertainment, a comedic yet musically able frontman that provided tap dancing rhythm’s to the likes of House Of The Rising Sun and Minnie The Moocher, he juggled a violin on Keep My Skillet Good & Greasy and attacked a banjo on a BB King number to provide one of the most entertaining sets of the entire weekend.
A quick cider on the way back to the riverside and perhaps the most impressive band of the festival, the raw, powerful, garage blues two-piece, Henry’s Funeral Shoe, a feral combo, that combined a ton of attitude primal drums and down-tuned, low and dirty blues riffs. The brothers bashed out three-minute infectious blasts, to two thousand plus, bewitched blues aficionados, all embracing the storm the duo created on the likes of Gimme back My Morphine, Dog Scratched Ear and the edgy Janis The Stripper.
The Spikedrivers, back over on the sports field mixed a rootsy folk feel with stripped down acoustic blues, kitchen instruments collided with the more standard guitars, bass and drums set up, offering the festival something a little different, at times almost tribal and often haunting as the band proved why they’re one of the must see acoustic blues bands on the circuit right now.
In the memorial hall the likes of The Real Raj, Louise Latham and The Terry White Band plied their trade to a more than appreciative audience and whilst in the various pubs the music and beer kept flowing with the likes of Forty Blues Toes, Gwyn Ashton and Groovy Head provided the soundtrack.
To finish the weekend off, Zoe Schwarz Blues Commotion offered up a light and airy take on the blues, that ranged from jazzy ballads to a fuller blues rock sound, whilst over on the riverside the wiry Larry Miller pulled no punches as he wrestled with his guitar delivering a mesmeric masterclass of blues rock (in the style of Trout, Hendrix, Bonamassa and Moore) whilst his band ably backing him by forming a tight groove-laden platform.
As always Upton Blues Festival delivered, the organisers somehow managed to top the previous years line-up and the rising attendance levels attest to just how popular both the festival and the various formats of the blues is right now. I’ll be booking time off work around next year’s event; I highly recommend that you do the same!!!
Words Will Munn
Photos Graham Munn
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