Freak Flagged! - Wild Al Hotchkiss & His Aquaphibians
The Scream Before the Silence - The Ventriloquists
Piccadilly - Death To The Strange
Low Spirits - Royal Chant
Little Stabs At Happiness - Fujiya & Miyagi
Purple Aki - Suzuki Method
Bob n Weave - The Joint
Yes! - Citizen Kay
Sweet Feet - Orgone
Twenty-nine - The Abigails
Gold Divers Under the Ice - The Electric Cheese
Chant Like A Loon - Andy Whitaker & Oz Cooper
Night Chills - So Many Wizards
I Don't Know What's Happening To The Kids Today - Labi Siffre
Nobody Else - Avid Dancer
Blindness - The Fall
by Patrick Kavanagh
My black hills have never seen the sun rising,
Eternally they look north towards Armagh.
Lot's wife would not be salt if she had been
Incurious as my black hills that are happy
When dawn whitens Glassdrummond chapel.
My hills hoard the bright shillings of March
While the sun searches in every pocket.
They are my Alps and I have climbed the Matterhorn
With a sheaf of hay for three perishing calves
In the field under the Big Forth of Rocksavage.
The sleety winds fondle the rushy beards of Shancoduff
While the cattle-drovers sheltering in the Featherna Bush
Look up and say: "Who owns them hungry hills
That the water-hen and snipe must have forsaken?
A poet? Then by heavens he must be poor."
I hear and is my heart not badly shaken?