Shangri La! 12 was all about this:

Vinny Peculiar, famously christened the Tony hancock of pop by UNCUT MAGAZINE, is the pseudonym of Alan Wilkes; a Manchester based performance poet and songwriter who’s bands have vicariously included members of the Smiths, the Fall and OASIS. Vinny has also collabrated with Bill Drummond [KLF] on his SOUP LINE project; he’s toured the theatres and concert halls of Europe opening for the likes of Arab Strap and The Divine Comedy and is a regular compere/performer at the Glastonbury Festival Acoustic Stage.

Vinny furnished the Shangers with a tapestry of sonic stories, both observational and nostalgic, an excellent set.
For more info click here - thanks Vinny for the kind words about Shangri La! which we've cheekily quoted below,
hope you don't mind us bigging ourselves up:

"It’s a smallish gig this one, but incredibly well formed, I can tell this from years of practice, trust me; I’m am accredited ambience detective small venue specialist. There are three other acts on tonight’s bill, all very different and all are incredibly good. I’m not just saying that in a witterish it’s easier to be positive kind of way; it was a genuinely uplifting night’s entertainment."

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Chris Stokes had us all in stitches; a slow-building, relentless stream of existential
hilarity, superb. More info click here.




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A last minute booking who stole the show, Dominic Berry blew us away with brilliantly
written poems on varying subjects including Veganism and Ronald McDonald.
Dominic runs a poetry night at Green Room called Freed Up, more info click here or here.

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Last but not least (not least as they went on first) the brilliant Vagina Wolf, introduced as
'the assault of noise that is...' blew the Sha-La! away with a set full of energy-laden tunes.
The band turned up the night before with two drum kits with a shared bass drum, a kind of percussive mirror-image.
This was used to great effect; deranged polyrhythms tangled around angular guitar riffs. Enough long words, suffice to say
they were damn good, and loud. Apologies for the crappy photos, for more Vaginal info click here.

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Chilliman and Matt AKA The BOPpers got wrecked and played high-class sleeze from the last 30 years.