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Review: Skipinnish, King's Lynn Festival

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If the arts are supposed to move you, then the performance of Skipinnish at the Corn Exchange certainly hit the target.

I’ve been in the fortunate position of reviewing many King’s Lynn Festival shows for this newspaper over the past eight years. But never have any of them made me cry. Until now.

I lost my father two months ago and, as anyone who has experienced grief knows, it can hit you at any moment.


So as a large and appreciative audience enjoyed the number Alive, I was grateful for having some tissues in my pocket as my emotions got the better of me for more than just a few moments.

It was not the only moving point of a performance which, from its opening bars, had most of the audience clapping and tapping their feet in time.

But don’t be fooled into thinking that it was a night full of melancholy tearjerkers. Indeed, one of the more noticeable points of the evening was the rhythmic nodding of many audience members to the music.

One might be tempted to call it a mature form of headbanging. A moshpit it certainly wasn’t, but the fact many audience members were literally dancing in the aisles towards the end of the show tells its own tale.

The festival always seems to hit the jackpot with its Scottish recruits and, if the ovation here was anything to go by, tickets for Skipinnish’s return to these parts will be very hard to come by.

Allister Webb

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