As thunderous as a herd of wildebeest, as sly as a wagonload of Spike Milligans and as sonorous as a cloister of monks, the Spooky Men’s Chorale are the gift that keeps on giving. They emerged blithering and blinking-eyed in 2001, and armed with just their voices, a nice line in deadpan and an ill-matched set of hats, have been gleefully disturbing audiences everywhere since.
Renowned for a combination of Visigothic bravado, absurdist humour and eye-moistening tenderness, the Spookies, now 21 years young, are more masters of their territory than ever before. You must see them, really you must.