The Garden on Unearthly Delights

Tonight we went into town to get the car serviced. You see, our radio played up a while ago and Holden offered to replace it. (the radio, not the car) I started university for the year today (Cognitive Science: Minds, Brains and Computers - interesting subject) so we arranged for Felicity to finish a bit early and meet me in town.
Of course, she didn't get to leave early but that doesn't matter to the story. The car was left in the shop and they replaced the stereo only to find that the new one didn't work at all. Oh well, no matter. The timing of this all enabled the following events to occur;
We went down to the Garden of Unearthly delights, a sectioned off piece of parkland regaled with a trapese, a ferris wheel, food stalls, clowns and a number of stages set up in fantastically original and atmospheric circus tents. One of them, the Bosco theatre, is nearly 100 years old, made of wood in Holland and toured Europe before the first world war.
Well, we walked a circuit of the Garden and picked up a guide to see if there was anything we had to watch. As it was, there were a number of options but we were not fully prepared for going out for a show. Then we were visited by the front door's woman of the Bosco theatre.
She asked if we were seeing a show tonight, we replied that we were not sure.
She asked if we had heard of 'Mikelangelo and the Black Sea Gentlemen', we begged ignorance and requested a description.
She told us of an unusual and original act, brought to the Festival at great difficulty and employing a strange array of comedy and music. She told us of the instruments they played.
Guitar, Clarinet, Violin, Piano Accordian, Double Bass...
Felicity's ears perked up. A sly grin appeared on her face. I imagine mine mirrored hers as the top hatted woman asked, 'Would you like some free tickets?'
Sweet.
Which leads us to this;
A review of Mikelangelo and the Black Sea Gentlemen
Mikelanglo accepts the stage with a more than passable Hungarian accent, a passable Dominik-like face and an amazingly deep voice reminiscent of Topol. Each member of the troop takes on the persona of a strange, turn of the century European musician traveling with a circus and performing in the dark, forgotten places. Their music was thrilling, eerie and sublime (I admit to not really knowing what that word means, but I know it's appropriate to use it there) As Felicity has commented several times while listening to the CDs we bought after the show, their music is entirely unlike modern, mainstream music. It is rich, soulful and skillful. The lyrics contain real meaning and feeling and each piece is a dynamic story, usually disturbing and emotional with no room for simple choruses and riffs.
Awesome stuff.
Here's some really tiny pictures of the event. (tiny because they're blurry)