Blimey, Bristol was busy yesterday – what with Dot-to-Dot, the ravers in Castle Park, the graffiti crews on North Street and the senior Madchester line-up at the food festival. The weather was scorchio, matched by a tidal wave of beer.
Covering multiple genres & across myriad venues, Dot-to-Dot was always going to be a variable affair – sometimes it was like I was trapped in an advertising jingle demo nightmare, and sometimes I was properly slapped upside the head by hitherto unknown (to me) talent. Anyway, buoyed by curiosity and as a service to the dear STW readership, I felt compelled to check out Golden Fable (possibly inspired by the The Golden Bough, I dunno?). Besides, the Louisiana seemed as good a place as any to hang out for a while.
I can report that it was an excellent set – they easily filled the room, both literally (i.e. with punters) and musically (a trio, they were assured throughout). And the girl has got one hell of a voice… by any standard, it properly soared. That said, they didn’t play Crossfire, which was a pity. It would be easy to make lazy comparisons about the combination of diminutive female vocalist and synths, so I won’t. Suffice to say, for me, GF were definitely one of the highlights of the festival. And at no point did I feel like I was in a branch of Topman. 😉