The only venue in the multiverse where you can perform in the gloaming, morbid shadow of Hawksmoor’s
Christchurch will close at the end of September. They are hosting an incredible last-blast
Festival of Folk. May the meeting of so many brilliant musical minds amidst the rich traditions, hidden depths and arcane symbols of the the East End ward off the crashing, cosmic emptiness of the property ‘developers’. Circulus are playing. Alisdair Roberts is playing. The Ralfe Band are playing. Mr. David Viner is playing. What more does God
want from us? Without doubt the Spitz spirit will be angrily but triumphantly transplanted elsewhere. “Somewhere they can’t find me…” as Paul Simon once sang…
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