Rock’n'roll roistering
A hard movie demanded a pint of dark beer to mull over what was just seen.
Spent an hour at Molly Malone’s, most of the time listening to Razamanaz, a swedish cover band at an excessively loud volume. They went through a selection of classic and not so classic songs, only occasionally straying from the original.
Nothing new there. Such bands play the venue almost every week, and most of them manage to have a bit more hibernian tint to their music.
Nope, the roistery bit comes from the frontman of 5.15, who, after having been spotted in the audience, joined the band on stage for one song. After taking of his shirt, boots and socks. And managed to put on a good show.
The show, however, was not entertaining enough to dissuade from taking an early exit and heading home towards an early morning wakeup call.
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