Revenge Tragedies

Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small...“Alright dere lar and let me tell you a story. There are these five pretenders to the Sons and Daughters of Liverpool title and they are a handsome bunch and no mistake. Two doll divas and three mens menning if you know what I mean? Now the leader of this pack makes a sweet raw sound with his mouth and his fingers and his name is Reid Anderson. His lily is gilded by the talents renown of Hannah Peel, the woman who makes grown men cry with the divine intervention from her violin. Not to mention her throat. Their magnificence can only exist together with the percussive ministrations of the First Lord of Syncopation, Karl Penney. Not so much bringing up the rear on stage as stroking it, lifting it, curling it, loving it and joyfully chastising it for it’s own damn good. The good Lord of Syncopation is ably attended by the Mistress of Rhythm Ellen Forster, whose rock-steady beats hold the line for ecstatic riff joy. The worst offender in the Liverpool pretender stake has been shriven and forgiven for the wonders he creates with his guitar. Nils Wingerei my man, Norway is a prouder stronger nation for the being of you. Altogether they are Revenge Tragedies, and no one knows what form the revenge took or the nature of the tragedy, but that’s not important here. If you miss out on this lot the only tragedy is the revenge you’ll take out on yourself for being so damn stupid.” - Delia Lyons