Yikes. I was totally underwhelmed by the whole thing. June "I'm a folk singer and I'm here to depress you" Tabor indeed sang well, but what a grim start to what should have been an upbeat event. I can't think that Percy would have been very impressed. The whole place lit up with Kathryn Tickell's band every time they appeared (which wasn't often enough or long enough). The orchestral playing was routine (the conductor seemed at times to be doing little more than keeping the beat) and there are far better versions of Grainger's music on CD, and I shouldn't be saying that about a live performance. And we were regaled with Drunken bloody Sailor and Shallow bloody Brown. It was a concert for the folkie in-crowd only. Which will shrivel all the more if that's the best representation of ourselves we can come up with. Heavy, man. Jeez, we even had regulation finger in ear. Wot an advert!