—  Anton Marshall and Miles Keylock, The Rolling Stone

Another solo man, Albert Frost, is up next – one of the few truly virtuosic players in this fledgling Blues scene It’d be foolish to be unprepared if you found yourself caught in a noonday axe duel with the likes of him. His skills on the guitar are complimented by his trusty loop pedal. He bucks and heaves between foot shuffles and gasps of air. The crowd stands in awe. No-one can fault this young maestro. It’s individuals with this much entertainment value that are making a scene so overlooked as the Blues scene grow a little bigger each year.

As I file in alongside the zombie-like drones that clamour around the front of stage area, a bout of déjà vu hits me. The Blues Broers, one of the longest running Blues bands around, join Mr Frost on the stage and their collaboration is starting off the same way as it did last year.I reminisce about this as the harp player from The Blues Broers kicks it in with his good ole honky–tonk  jams. Larger than life, his impressive beard has me looking out for what he had for lunch earlier.