Anointed with glitter paint, taking our seats to a score of dirty funk licks, we are not so much an audience as a congregation for this cabaret of self-affirmation. “Are you ready to get happy?” hollers a man who clearly believes sequins shouldn’t be reserved for his flowing robes. They sparkle from his beard, too.
We are in the presence of the RaveRend and his suited sidekick, Trev, on a mission to banish sadness “from Scunthorpe to Saint-Tropez”. The duo simply ask that tonight’s gathering open up their hearts. If you don’t already know your neighbour’s dreams, demons and blood type, well, just give it an hour.
