At midnight on the night of a full moon, so I’ve heard, a musician can meet the Devil at a crossroads and strike a Faustian bargain for inhuman musical skill. Should this legend be true, then I fear for Dwayne Dopsie’s immortal soul. His infernal skill on the accordion was at the centre of this storming blues gig, and with his slick showmanship and the band’s superb ensemble numbers, the show couldn’t be faulted. They were let down by both the venue, which was all seated, and an audience that seemed sedated – I felt ditching the seats would have helped energise the lukewarm crowd. But in the face of these obstacles, the band played a triumphant set, led by Dopsie’s earthy vocals and truly fiendish accordion playing. Someone better call for a priest.
This review was originally published here.