Reviews

The Love Junkies dropped a nuclear set to polish off the night, and I’ve busted my word count for this review, so basically that was it. Everybody got pissed in celebration. The end.

They’re convinced to stay for a couple more songs, treating us to a very different rendition of Kraftwerk’s The Model and a very faithful version of Dick Dale’s Miserlou – such a fittingly Californian way to close up this particular show.

A brief encore concludes the set and then the masses spill out onto the street well served. Phew.

The swarms of people, the live music and art, the food and the multitude of stalls set the scene for what was to be a great afternoon.

There are very few bands this reviewer would never miss every time they hit town these days. Franz Ferdinand is one of them. Super fantastique in any language.

Franz Ferdinand have still got all the right words and all the right actions.