Imagine a man in a pink suit, sitting on a box, sputtering Neo-Dickensian rants about being chased by pensioners as he plays a cheap accordion to a band that sound like the Bad Seeds playing The Jungle Book. Or The Specials playing Jacques Brel. Or The Crazy World of Arthur Brown playing Western Swing on Waikiki Beach. Or the Kinks locked in the London Dungeon with a barrel of ale and Thomas De Quincey’s personal stash. Imagine all these things and more because once you have stepped into the mystical world of Flipron, you had better be ready for one or two surprises.
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