When you have performers like we had last week, it really is no wonder that the village comes flocking! Áine Duffy returned to grace the stage, casually perched on a high stool, weaving her blues creations into the souls of the minions. Sparse electric guitar, played with the ease of an old bluesman accompanied her ballsy voice, which swam easily between low and high, loud and soft in a swaying delta'esque breeze. Humour touches Áine's performance too, from her bizarre mash-up of fleetwood mac/metallica/beyoncé, to her pure Cork banter between songs, she takes an easy seat as a performer, naturally portraying herself with power and surety, without the need for big ego, even drumming the crowd up to accompany her in a rendition of 'got my mojo workin' Áine Duffy is definitely worth looking up and finding live and deserves much more attention in the future.
The Grunts threw their gauntlet into the ring of Medicine firmly, three dab hands with their instruments, which comprised of the classic combination of guitar, bass, drums, voice. This band are the perfect example of the sound that can be created by such a simple format, when the songs are good, the tunes are sound and the hearts are in it.. and the amps are LOUD! The Grunts stormed through their set with gusto, electric guitar squealing with just the right amount of reverby grunt, drums hard, fast and spot on and bass deep and pulsing, with a voice with just enough hint of punk fuck you about it to turn the tunes into a slice of potential insanity. Indeed, the Medicine Room engaged in its first hysterical dance session, the audience performing everything from old skool head banging, raving, interpretive robot, and po-go-ing, an example of the combination of genres The Grunts manage to touch on in their performance. It's a special thing when the ceiling of the venue threatens to shed plaster..
Yet again, another night of anything could happen (and did), sound heads, mad banter, eclectic eccentricities and genuine joy.. all without the need for a certificate of merit, or the breaking of any regulations (except that one.. but we shan't say any more about that).