Okay, so missing the 2008 countdown during the push towards Tranzac's main space was a little anticlimactic (a belated Auld Lang Syne and complementary bubbly soon got festive cheer flowing again however). Similarly, last orders at two was met with disdain (my friends had only just begun the construction of large, interesting shapes on the dancefloor). But, all in all, a merry time was had by (almost) all, it seemed.
A sparkly tie-sporting Gentleman Reg was certainly alluring, but Laura Barrett (think female Jeffrey Lewis with a side order of sugar cubes) had to be the highlight. Witty, beguiling and open to audience heckles, the kalimba-wielding, sweet-voiced folk songstress was perfect antidote to the onset of seasonal affective disorder with her cautionary tale of nylon tails and clockwork hearts, Robot Ponies.
Oh, budding Tranzac washroom graffiti artist (work pictured) take note.
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