Damo dwarfed the silly German main act with a 30-minute wonder about pilau rice. Frenzied stamina and screeching saxophonists by his side, he moaned and growled the whole time. Later on, I shook his hand but failed to say anything of use. I didn't even ask whether his lyrical theme was actually grainy. Nonetheless, I don't want to harp on. In conclusion - best gig. An experience unjustly unshared.

-krring