Kiosk Dancing

I'm recovering from a bike fall (embarrassingly low speed in Morden Hall Park on gravel) and Debbie has work in the morning. So I forgo an evenings drinking and drive up to the Windmill. Already on are The Childminders who for the duration that we watch the duo take it in turns to say "The Childminders do / like / don't like / think that.... enter whatever they decide to do / like etc."  With a noisy (as in just a noise) background music sometimes just fading out completely. They seem to go down well with the audience although it gets a bit tedious for us. Bring back Ted Chippington! (which I hear he is still performing). I'm not sure that that is all they do. After that strange intro we see Ginny trying to blag her way in... it's a sellout and claiming (truthfully) that she's the aunt of the woman in Kiosk doesn't wash with the nice guy on the door. So we pop outside to chat to her and daughter and friend. I suggest they go round the back where there's a car park and climb over the 6 ft fence but they decide against. So back in we are treated to an excellent set by Kiosk and they go down a storm. Their set is full on techno dance with that dirty fuzzed up bass giving them an almost hard core vibe amongst the electronic beats and synth sounds. They seem a lot more confident in performing than a year ago and even from a few months ago. The reception they get is great from the get go which I guess helps if you are up on stage. They get the crowd dancing and having got into a certain groove I can see them going a long way. I wonder if they'll bring back some of their quieter tracks once they've made their mark with hard hitting dance tunes. We say hi to Bella after they finish and she says she thought it went well and rightly so. As I say, went down a storm. After a sojourn in the garden we come back in for Stuart McKenzie. There are quite a few older folk here tonight and I wonder if Stuart's the reason as his set is a throwback to early house rave culture indeed he talks (that's his vocal style) about being in London in the 80s when rave and house took off. It's a good enough musical set and the crowd love it but maybe Debbie and I are flagging as we go out into the garden for a sit down. Probably not the best thing to do as it's far too comfortable not being inside the crowded venue and we decide to skip Bathing Suits and drive home. The nice guy on the door is surprised we're missing the headline, sellout act but hey, I saw them a month ago, they're bound to come our way again and there are plenty more bathing suits in the sea. And it was nice to be home relaxing!