Dan Croll. Never heard of him. Looks a bit like Clark Kent in a very sensible sweater and my companion and guide said “He’s going to annoy me he is”. Three seconds later we had collapsed at the altar of Croll and were swooning at the lush poptastic tunes, stunning vocals and quirky ‘n’ clever arrangements. Bloody ‘ell he’s good. Exuding a quiet confidence Dan and his band held the packed out audience in the palm of their hands. 45 minutes swept by as we dared hardly to blink. Then it finished and we were left wanting oh so more. Possibly one of the gigs of the festival. Loved it. Here’s Dan.
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