review

Remhq.com has posted Q magazine's review of the working rehearsals. Please click here to read.

'It's hard to do this without adrenaline,' said Stipe, leaning heavily on his MacBook and text sheets for the duration of the show. Think of them props. Security blankets. Yes, this is not a show and to perform without actually performing is tough. Still, the aul' voice sounds like thunder and all the songs, new and old, stand tall.

High up in 'the Gods' I smile, tap my feet. *COUGH* And check the levels of my recorder. *COUGH*

Dubliners... don't go for pints so often. You miss all the good bits. Fools.

In this lush, verdant corner of Paradise, summer is usually defined as the two days you dare to venture out without umbrella and/or thermal vest. Today, the thermostat in God’s holiday home broke, and, while he waited in for the repair man, Ardgillan sizzled beneath the bluest sky.

The laziest of Sunday afternoons was whiled away in the company of the laid-back Ambulance Ltd, home talent The Devlins, the effervescent Zutons and the delightfully bemused Moby (who else would dare to follow Lou Reed with Billy Idol in the most surreal of singalongs?)