4 the Kraak
Pass the line of smart-casual Hawaiians queuing up for £19 cocktails and Bronski Beat nostalgia at Hula Bar. Nobody needs that. Go down the alley instead (it’s safe – I promise,) to Kraak where a parade of odd creatures expressed themselves in all kinds of subversive ways at the Manchester Cunning Folk Festival.
Didn’t hear much folk. Poetry from Paradox’s poets. Thundering improv by Ill. Musique non-stop downstairs. Stupendous night.