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Location	manchester, United Kingdom
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Introduction	Maybe tomorrow I’ll want to settle down. Maybe tomorrow I’ll just keep rolling up and moving on. Actually, maybe tomorrow I’ll just form a jazz collective, eat out of bins, ride trolley-cars and folk reality off for an altogether happier existence of artisanity, open spaces and blissed-out tunes much like those roguish hipsters that I saw hanging out by the bottle bank on the boom deck. Not only are they good recyclers, melodically conscious and all-round free-range eggs, they also make some beguilingly ethereal music. It is this music which pinballs around the oceans of the global neo-depression, tetchily yet impeccably tapping its feet in tumult and tuneful protest. It is the music which orbits loyally around its core – Kirsty McGee – who is the chanteuse captain of the good ship Hobopop, and who navigates stormy channels in her own inimitable style, with no fear of scurvy or calenture; wreckage or mutiny, guided as she is by something far more important than a little magnetism and the night sky. The old fishermen have a word for it. They call it heart and soul.