The experience of playing in the cramped confines of an Edwardian prison cell, prepared Richard Lamy's a Disgrace well for the manouvreing required for the small footprint of the 12 Bar stage. Luke would have contirbuted his be-socked footprint to the melee but had been held up by some Austrians. This was a shame but may have been for the best as he would have had to play upon Ben's shoulders.
The antifolk crowd may not have been prepared for the full force of A Disgrace at full pelt but they managed admirably, gyrating those goodlooking little bodies with a twinkle in their eyes and a drum playing carrot named Geraldine in their hands.
What next for a Disgrace?
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