And so it came upon them, the day of solstice was dawning and all ye fine men of the forest made ready for the great celebration, with their minds beckoning the coming winter with thoughts of sledging and fun just around the corner.
From all corners of the land the entertainers were summoned. Led by the man-beast LORD MONGO and his MEN were bidden to sing their wild stories of matters not meant for childrens ears, ye WOODLAND WARRIORS of the SHRUMP (ranks swelled by members of the CURTAIN and MONGO) came bearing their odd waxen disks, which as usual can be used to create all types of magickal song by means of a pair of arcane divices known as 'turning tables'.
For the little ones who daresay may run in fear at the mere mention of the carboard-armoured one and his mischievous activities, there minds shall be captivated by MONSTERBOYs musical PUPPET SHOW with epic tales of adventure and riffage played out in perfect miniature.
So pull up a stool, a glass of mead and forget ye worries of 9 to 5 on this enchanted evening. It's time to WIG OUT.
Monsterboy and Superdead rockin the furry booth.
View from the booth - was getting pretty empty by the end of the night, but the few remaining were rocking hard. Strangely though, all except for the dude from Maximo Park who was sat in a booth - probably making notes for his as yet unrealeased freak-rock side project.
More righteous air punching.
I remember being slightly worried that this bunch of thuggish dudes would probably want a scrap with us at some point but they ended up getting really drunk and actually sticking their heads in the speakers with sheer joy at the progmess that was sprayin' out.