I’m very late in bothering to put these up here. Last Sunday, no wait, the Sunday before, was a day-long gig in Whelan’s as part of the Homelights Festival. I spent the early part of the day raiding the Flea Market and eating cookies but got down in time to catch a good bit of Adrian Crowley‘s set. Crowley was running the 4-day show down on Wexford Street but took a support slot of sorts tonight below some names that are considered quite big in certain circles. He performed with the confidence of a seasoned headliner though and the stunning accompaniment from Geese throughout most of his set was a huge bonus. Andy Irvine ambled onstage next, armed with a bazouki and a mandolin (if my memory serves me). He belted through a series of traditional songs and stories about cross-dressing thieves with all the charm and narrative skill you’d expect from a man who has been knee-deep in trad sessions since at least 1962. The big draw of the night came next as Vashti Bunyan arrived accompanied by two musicians who are likely to be a bit younger than most of Bunyan’s songs. The three were relaxed and casual but all the while completely in control of their adoring audience scattered around the venue at tables, at the bar and on the floor. While her guitarist was an impressive doppelganger for that guy out of Last King of Scotland, it was the versatile Jo Mango who almost upstaged Vashti Bunyan with her subtle, multi-instrumental contributions. The only flaw with the whole event was booking the wonderful Minotaur Shock on a bill where he stuck out like a big, futuristic thumb amongst the folk heroes. As Vashti Bunyan closed her set and Sunday’s last buses began departing their termini, the venue was drained of it’s attentive audience and by the time the one-man-band drum kit was ready to go, only a small crowd of dedicated fans remained. It was a real shame because, despite technical difficulties and having to compete with the increased volume of the late night indie disco in the front bar, Mr Shock put on a brilliant show. Blistering set-closer “My Burr”, in particular, was a fine reward for those who remained until the end. I can only hope that the Foggy Notions crew will see fit to invite him back for a more appropriate show in the near future. Some more pictures below and a full set on Flickr.