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It
all started at the domed splendour of The Hanbury Ballroom, Brighton
back in 2002. The Kroon Kat Lounge came alive and thrived. The crowd
of swells, swelled night after night. Word spread until dancefloor
space was at a premium. No room to swing a Kat. Man, we couldn’t
have that! We looked for a place to stay that began with a ‘K’.
Hey, upstairs at The Komedia, Gardner Street. Neat! The Lounge is
larger, the band is bigger and the Tribe just love the new vibe.
Illuminated by Las Vegas neon as Viscount of Vinyl; James Grillo cooks
up his toe-tapping blend of Mambo, Latin, Jazz and Swing. Sassy cigarette
girl Heidi Heelz circulates in top hat and tails. A giant movie screen
glows with images from the golden era of Hollywood. . . .Marilyn,
Mitchum and the fine Fred Astaire. Suave and sophisticated, the audience
sip their cocktails. There are Ballgowns and Basques, Zoot suits and
spats and cravats. Man, these hepcats are so hot; they’re cool
daddio!
There's dancing and chatter till the Floorshow at nine. Then, The
HepKat Huzzahs hit the stage. Led by the fabulous Miss Nicky Mitchell
with charm and chat and guitar. This star has a voice so strong and
sweet, even the birds stop to listen. Bobby Heasman on horn rips up
a storm as the Huzzahs lay down their big band beat. With all this
heat, we're now in the mood for a cavalcade of top krooning talent
that is the unique chic, The Lounge has on tap. There's Grant Fultano,
Magdalena and George Williams, Dolly Rockets, Gala and a Galaxy of
Stars who shine sublime from nine. One after another they take to
the stage. Swinging from Torch to Scat to Smooch to please. Sinatra,
The Dean, Billie Holiday and Simone are smiling down on us. Burlesque
babes then swing their thing and seaside cream tease has never tasted
so sweet. There is a whole lot more on the floor but hey, you gotta
just soak it up as our Viscounts of Vinyl, James Grillo and Blu Rondo
spin shark fin sharp platter cuts, no ifs no buts and all the while
our queen of style, Heidi Heelz circulates with her array on a tray
- This is live, this is glamour. This is retro but so, so now.
If rhythm were money, we’d all be Buddy Rich - Graham Fingers |
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