This would usually be the point where we vividly recount watching Django Django zummzumming at the Camden Crawl last month and then staying behind to party without realising we were at a gay club, but we’ve conveniently forgotten all about that. When the bumpy miasma of percussion and grooving romantic entanglement start flaunting it in our faces, the memories all come flooding back. It’s like Neil Young got his rhythm on and got deep.

Django Django – Love’s Dart

Photo via Bernard Faucon via Arts 5s