Fracas....load chaotic sound, something like that, I thought the name sat nicely between 'Fecos de Limoux' (carnaval) and Fricassée de Limoux, the local dish of pork and beans.
Here we are performing for "Toques et Clochers" on a beautiful saturday in Limoux before the surging hoards of pissheads appeared. As we are, none of us, svelte 23 year old Brazilians, the Dickensian look seemed a good option. A unique (I think) melange of pulsing street sounds and 'my old man said follow the van'
We played five sets of an hour, and Stan, mad quaker personage in this film, played five sets of jazz in between, thus didn't really get up on Sunday apart from a brief foray to the market.
Perfect day for the grand drinking binge, seemed to be good humour all around and some excellent street acts, notably the wonderful 'Compagnie Stromboli' theatre of the absurd, of whom I sadly have no pics. Only heard one ambulance in the night, and pretty much the sole reminders the day after were a few abandoned socks littered around the streets...?