Make me . . .

She challenges Shooglenifty to make her dance . . . she loses.

Maybe the most transgenre band going, described as Acid Croft and psychohypnofolkadelica (you get the idea), - Shooglenifty turned out in Dingwall on an absolutely rotten evening - there was snow on some cars, I kid you not. Despite the weather, you would have thought that the town that ignored The Beatles would have learned it's lesson: sadly no. But it was a mighty fine set, Dingwalls loss I'm afraid.