Benicassim // I Spy Captain Birdseye

Amongst the close cut best-a-boyish-man-can-get features of today’s atypical angular guitar bands, its nice to see one with a healthy respect for face fuzz and muttonchops. 

Bigott resembles some Messiah-like figure - straggly, long beard, an authoritative glare and aura of greatness - strumming away on a Spanish guitar, like some long, lost, Iberian cousin of Herman Dune.

Bigott’s band embellish his calypso-country-krooner songs with enchanting vocals, wispy slide guitars and warm organs, breezing through a number of stomping tunes, including I’m Little Retarded, Honolulu, Cool Single Wedding and Pachanga. As the set closes, the band members move to surround him, like disciples paying homage to their deity, before bowing, then dancing off the stage in a conga line. Bigott has risen to the forefront of the national scene with his latest album This Is The Beginning Of A Beautiful Friendship. Its aptly titled, and on this evidence, we couldn’t agree more. 

Words by Neill Higgins

Photos by Melanie Manneville