Second album fatigue? Not.

Ooo, those thudding baselines, twanging guitars, Beachboy-esque voices, pounding piano chords and euphoric chorusing. The Djangos do it again with manic enthusiasm that travels up the wires to release happiness into your front room.

Sometimes you just need to be be shown the way

The banjo had been languishing in a web-filled corner of Ezra's room. Dropped, I think, due to lack of peer interest mainly - not a great Bluegrass scene in our region . . .

Some encouraging words, a few swift demonstrations, and a palpable enthusiasm for stringed instruments from a visiting friend was all it took. Yeehaa! Back on board.