It’s a quiet Sunday night, a cool chill catches the passers-by as they hustle into the lively music venue just off Northgate Street, Chester. Alexander's. Fairy lights, open brickwork and circular tables reminiscent of the good ol' days surround the fair stage space. Oozing with character and atmosphere they sit down, tapas and good beer at hand, ready to watch the nights support.

With infectious drum beats and ambivalent lyrics, 'Hedge Gods' set the night in good stead. Each song starts with a cheery quip, like “This next ones called flying ants…because that's what it sounds like”, leaving the audience feeling as though their kid brother just came into their room to play a song on his Yamaha only to blow them away with his quick strumming and tight vocals. By the finish, the 'Gods' even had two young girls on their feet.

A second trip to the bar and the act of the night are on. Festival dwellers, self-announced swingin/ reggae/ jazz band, whose vibes would chill out any flying ant- 'Dunkan Disorderly & The Scallywags' take to the stage. Starting the set with their popular number 'Beautiful Day', they grip the crowd and show off how they really can merge Marley and Morton and still sound cool. Their sound is rhythmic, hypnotic and altogether a style not played around with everyday around the indie- pop heavy Chester scene.

The songs are easy to pick up and the six band members’ high spirits and excessive echoes bring the crowd alive, ensuring it is a 'beautiful day all round”.

They start as they mean to go on, further impressing even the seemingly unimpressed with their charming reggae twist of  'Fresh Prince of Bel Air' and cover of Spice Girls anthem 'Wannabe', as though the lyrics had just spilled into lead vocalist, self-titled 'Dunkan Disorderly's' head.  

By now the floor is packed with stomping bodies and golden dance moves unseen since the techno age. The evening coming to a crescendo as D and his Scallywags play the popular 'Belly full of love' and end with a tyrannically extended feet aching, sole shattering, sweat dripping rendition of 'Mr Boring'. Finally collapsing amongst the banjo's, ukuleles, drums and rhythm guitars, the satisfied audience disperses back into the cold October night with the ticklish beat lingering in their souls.