It was getting late in Chepstow and Frost*, Saturday’s billed headliners at The Summer’s End Festival, opted to fill the early evening slot, leaving the finale to the lesser-known ensemble, the Franck Carducci Band.
What unfolded was a spectacle seldom seen at the much-loved festival – a proper, good old-fashioned rock’n’roll variety show. There was humour, intrigue, excitement, a sexy dancing girl and, above all, in a multi-hued hat, Carducci: a true super trouper.
Sadly, sets like these now seem to be an increasing rarity, which got me wondering: where has that almost extinct species, the prog showman/woman, gone?
Once upon a time in prog, there was Arthur Brown in his hellfire helmet, Keith Emerson committing hara-kiri on his Hammond, Rick Wakeman resplendent in his glitterball capes, Ian Anderson in…
