If Alvin Stardust were backed by a trio of faceless, somehow hilarious yet significantly unnerving folk demons, the default mental image for that may resemble (and sound like) Bongoleeros, the Yorkshire trio who brought joyful confusion to TUSK Mini in 2014 and return this weekend to sprinkle their dark magic across the Sage concourse. A worrying spectacle or a gleeful eruption of stream-of-consciousness, no-holds-barred musical elation? Probably both.
Look out for the gruesome threesome spreading their own kind of joy through the concourse of the Sage over the weekend. “They all kneel down and pray to Carl Perkins before a Bongoleero takes off one of his silver boots and holds it aloft for the audience to pay their respects. A blue suede show of sorts. It’ll do. When not twanging and banging they sing a capella side by side before disappearing out the door to mess with the young beards heads and out in to the street and gone forever.” (Idwal Fisher)