I am early yes? You are early replied the French looking girl in the red beret in the doorway. What’s going on? I inquired. She said little and ushered me upstairs. I entered the Hippo, Garema Place, Thursday night. I wanted to see what was on offer in the way of entertainment.
Live music. I’ll be honest. The first act had started while I was practising my schoolboy French downstairs with Piaf, and from what I could tell, there was a Kraftwerkish feel to it, a bit like the autobahn from on the roof rack (that might not be their fault) but hey, they were doing it.
The vocalist, whilst I could not hear well enough due to the bass in the fold back, added a different dimension, and I found a sort of hypnotic, mononotonous, musically repetitious zone in which I listened. Worth the experience. I found them listenable. And good on them for sharing.