Holy sweet mama! What’s this?

Has the devil himself entered the house of the Lord, and sent, higgledy piggledy, this way and that, through the very air, all of our musical instruments?

How shall we play own inimitable vintage jazz renditions of your modern popular music, now that the very objects we need to translate our souls into music, have been abducted by poltergeist or fiend? What of the weddings and corporate events? The festivals bereft of quality, vintage jazz? The what of those empty ears, eager to be filled with the danger and poetry of the Black Sheikhs, in public houses and private homes, all across England and her sister lands? How shall we cope?

Don’t fret, folks!! All is well! For it is mere trickery!! Tomfoolery and japes! I shan’t reveal our conjuring techniques, suffice to say it isn’t just a trick of photograph shop. Here are a few shots of the chaps looking bewildered.