It’s Friday late afternoon, nearly teatime, I’ve just put a nice piece of hoggat chump roast in the oven, well, I’m hoping it’ll turn out nice. I thought it was a piece of cannon, which I know how long to do, it’s not, so fingers crossed. No, I don’t know where the cannon cut is from, but I do know it is totally delicious and almost melt in the mouth when done right. I have my tomato timer ticking away in front of me so I won’t forget to check.

Just earlier I finally got round to sticking a couple of clips of the Cinelli Brothers on my Instagram stories (they played the Voodoo Rooms last Saturday). Yeah, Instagram isn’t particularly instant with me, more when the mood takes me to go through my most recent pile of pics and vids; some get binned, some shared, some umm-ed over but not dealt with, some trimmed to a best bit (and even then not yet shared, I’ll still think about it). This digital age is just a whole new nightmare to hoarders. As I occasionally throw out old photos, I’m building up a music archive, I can’t seem to help myself (an archive of music videos might sound good, but when I’m always losing the impetus to label and sort them, well, it’s kinda messy).

Anyhoo, yes, last Saturday saw local band the Louis Crosland Trio supporting the Cinelli Brothers at their Edinburgh gig. Originally it was going to be Jed Potts supporting, he suggested Louis (pictured left), it would have been him solo, then it became the trio. For once I got there just as they were starting rather than three songs in! I knew there would be some new songs in there, didn’t want to miss anything. Straight up I can say that Marigold is a delight, some interesting lyrics, I love it already, hope it stays around.

Myth of a Man is new but I had already heard it, I knew I had, because, for some bizarre reason the song title pings Man or Muppet into my brain (the close m’s flick a switch?). Oh, don’t think this is a disparagement, it’s the title that does it, not the song itself (and actually, I loved that song in the Muppet movie and it won an Oscar); I do quite like Myth of a Man too. Along with Louis’s own stuff, there were a few from the usual LC3 setlist; Knocking on Heaven’s Door was in there (sounding, erm, different to usual, not sure, a new take?!), and, of course, Hey Joe brilliant as ever.

On to the Cinelli Brothers, oh my, they’re awesome!! How awesome? I was contemplating the logistics of going down to Dumfries two nights later to see them again. No I didn’t, have you seen the price of petrol just now?! It’s not just me who thinks they’re brilliant, they’ve just won Blues Band of the Year at the 2026 UK Blues Awards. The Cinelli Brothers all ooze devilishly mischievous charisma, they know their stuff, and boy, they deliver it with style.

All four of them can sing, there’s guitars, bass, occasional keyboards, harmonica, a drummer who also plays bass, and again those vocals! Be it blues or soul, every song was just another gem of bliss, but when they played Just Dropped In, oh my heartses, purest joy! For much of the gig I was to the side of the stage having relieved myself, then deciding not to wade back into the throng, well, it was a fine spot at Carl Marah’s show. Okay, so I possibly didn’t get the full sound experience, but I could enjoy actually watching the band rather than brief glimpses.

Near the end they called on Louis, and Jed Potts who was in the crowd, to join them on stage for a jam. Apparently its a Cinelli Brothers thing, to get the support back up for a jam, nice touch, the crowd loved it (me too). I fully intend to get round to putting a clip of it on Instagram, honest. I suppose I could just do it after this, before bedtime. Yes, it’s late again. I know I started this hours ago but I took a long break for tea (can you spot the join?), the chump roast was very nice, by the way. I had it, well, half of it with sweet potato mash and lots of broccoli, delicious!

I’ve rambled for so long that I never got round to Louis’s other supporting role this week. Tomorrow, promise. G’night, sweet dreams!