Beatman was on fire, with the passion of a Blues trash preacher and a voice that made your back crack, your liver quiver and your knees freeze. This scary-eyed fire and brimstone preacher of the rock'n'roll Word played fiery rock guitar, worked the drum kit with very capable feet, and pushed out gravelly vocals that sounded almost like a combination of Depression-era bluesman Blind Willie Johnson and the singer/guitarist for the dark roots duo Those Poor Bastards, Lonesome Wyatt.

Davidson was on form with his one-man ghost orchestra creating a vision of apolcalyptic splendour. Sharing the stage and numerous songs the rapport between the two musicians was obvious. The audience loved every minute, hollering back to Davidsons 'Dirty Dozen' and grooving on the dance floor to Beatman's 'Jesus Christ Twist'. As one punter put it 'at last a proper gig!' There was showmanship, vocal prowess, raucious laughter and a huricane of wrong religion!