Jon Boden surrounds himself with instruments that can’t help make you go “what?”, “huh?!” and “wow!” in equal measure.  There are the tuned percussion wine glass rims; the phonograms (which I’m told are filled with bee’s wax?).  The whole hue of the stage and lighting show tied to Boden’s apocalyptica imagery.  When the song has rain, the drums sound like rain, the violins thunder; when it’s sunny the audience is showered in light.  The guy to his left doesn’t seem to move when I look at him – like one of those statues in Dr Who.  It sets off a huge variety of material – a Kipling poem arranged as an a capella song, a Kate Bush cover played on three squeeze boxes – experimental music at its very best.

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