QB-B-B-B-B-BERT

Well I should really start from the beginning. Haddo House is a few miles out of Aberdeen and apart from hosting yesterday's Sport Relief Mile, set with crazed eager parents pounding round a forest trail with Hummer-sized buggies full of sprogs, there was the strange sight (you can just make them out) of a full 100yd tree-line of pet cemmetary action. At first the engraved 'proper' names of Charlotte and Stephen had us worried of who/what actually was buried beneath the mossy headstones but thankfully when we spotted Lassie's demise all was well.



Young Knives... lovely chaps, gave a spanking Snafu Magazine interview - which you'll be able to read in the upcoming issue - and played a vibrant set (with quality crowd baiting in-between tracks) that got the Moshulu crowd jumping once the relatively unknown new album stuff had made way for the hits. Unfortunately, despite great access, my band photos were abstract to say the least.





Good crowd of 'Kefugees' in for QBERT in Snafu later on. The boy Bert is quite amazing to watch. I guess that's what makes the whole thing a bit weird, not quite stale.. but atmosphere and dance-floor jossle makes way for a sea of digital cameras and phones recording the experience rather than living in the moment, man. Still, with a God like that in the flesh it's hard not to just be mesmerised.

QBERT
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