Well, sorry we're full of it on this one. What's in a name anyway? He would be Karl Heiliger elsewhere. Our Carlos Santana does play a great accordion with this wild bunch where his partners are Larik Egana (from Cheshire Cat) on Manouche guitar; Hampus Melin (Instant Coffee) on drums and Poik; Michael Tuttle (Akido Master) on contrabass; Raffaele Cataldo (Scribbles) on violin plus vocals and Christine de Pierro (Mamacita) on trumpet and vocals. Their stuff's best described as Balkan Swing compilated, obfuscated and happily combobulated with Anarchic New Orleans Trash Jazz. Being a highly energized outfit comes with the pitfalls of any high-risk performance, rivaling circus trapeze and other suicidal acts. Like falling offstage quite often right into the mosh pit in front of it, luckily filled with life-saving sawdust. At another time, another joke was on them when the clowns took off with the intake of the night and with the loot, rumour has it, bought themselves a representative to further their political agenda, no doubt. Naturally, that precious cash could never be retrieved, it got lost in the dark corridors of politics.
Tales of hard luck are not intended to take your attention away from one aspect of this highly entertaining troupe: Their asshaking and butt-bumping music. Come to think of it: Have you thought about why the Brits say 'arse' and the Yanks say 'ass'? (If you know, write us a note). On this very good night, The Goodnight Circus and their stuff will make you dance your derriere off, no if's and but/t's about it. Just stay away from that moshpit in front of our out-of-this-world stage.