Now, Danu is a perfectly wonderful recording group, but I just went to see them live (neener neener neener). Holy-fucking-incredible. It feels like I’ve got little leprechauns embedded in my skin, dancing jigs and playing concertinas. And aside from that pesky little matter of their actually being legitimate musicians, a group of seven twentysomething men could basically be considered the traditional Irish boy band – I was strongly tempted to throw my underwear onstage. I’ve totally got the hots for the bouzouki player. Short hair, but such a crisply ironed shirt!

That, and I’ve always wanted to say I have the hots for a bouzouki player. I don’t know why. Bouzoukis are just sexy.

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