It was 66 years to the day since Elvis made his first appearance on US TV. This has little bearing on anything that follows, barring the fact that sometimes, with rock and roll, what goes around comes around. The shock to Taunton's sensibilities that greeted Bernie's early promise to 'smash your back doors in all the way to midnight' soon sublimes into a lusty lasciviousness not seen since the Wisconsin Christian Mothers Association tuned in to Jimmy Dorsey's Stage Show to see what all the fuss was about. The man is a big ginger prophet.
When it comes together, it reeeaaaallly comes together. The Racehorse was packed, the set is now two and a half hours of what can only be described as All Killer, No Filler, and the performance was an absolute riot. And quite honestly, we can't understand why it's taken us 4 years to get round to learning some Two Tone.
Mary the landlady did a sterling one woman job of alternately whipping the crowd up into a frenzy and acting as a human crash barrier to save us being crushed in scenes reminiscent of the early days of Beatlemania.
Quite frankly, we can't wait to come back and do it all over again. And we will! See you in April Taunton - stay sexy!
Love you byeeeee
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