Slowly catching up with events, now for what happened with Burning Desire this time last month!

The first adventure for Alison Jones and her bunch of merry musicans had been postponed, following an injury to her bowing arm, but she recovered well before we had forgot all of the chords and we piled into Dalston's premier music squat, the Passing Clouds. Squeezing our seven-piece onto the stage, we begin a quick soundcheck, hampered by a couple of technical issues that somewhat baffle our Portugeuse sound engineer.

We were preceded by a terrific Fado group, with an authentic and traditional Portugeuse vibe, with a cellist, guitar and lovely vocalist. I couldn't understand what she was singing but it was beautiful. They had timed their set well, for by the time we had filed onto the stage, the upstairs compartment of the venue had opened up for a club night, providing the dull thud of a 4-4 bass drum that never stops.  Trying to beat-match, we run through the set. I remind myself this is the first show, and things pass off well. For seven people to share a monitor requires some close listening, and we manage to dance through it without stepping on each others toes.

The set ran for about an hour, following the mythical journey Cuchulain makes through a dream-world of scantily-clad warrior women. Being no stranger to dreaming about scantily-clad warrior women, this posed no problem. Yet I missed the actual dancers from the previous year's Wildfire show, who turn the experience into a waking dream of Kung Fu and dry humping.

Overall, a good warm-up show. I think choosing our venues will be of particular relevance to this outfit, with subtleties of the various acoustic instruments, percussion and atmospherics, which lose-out unless attention is paid during the sound check.

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