First gig in six years. You play the hits, right? Hermann Loves Pauline? God Show Me Magic? Play It Cool? Or maybe you play some of the crowd pleasers - the smaller songs that you jump up and down to: The Teacher? Calimero? Guacamole?
Of course not. You've got to love a band that fills the middle of its set with five of the slower tracks from a deleted-for-fifteen-years Welsh language album. Fair to say the thirty-something Brixton crowd didn't seem to know what to make of most of the set.
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