Mission drift

First blood of the fest and it's a good un. Mission drift @ traverse. Spectacular compounded retelling of 400 yrs of American history distilled through the bottom of a Vegas cocktail glass. Here the essential forces of creation and destruction that built America battle to an absurd pitch for the soul of Joanne, a newly unemployed waitress who's life was worth $10 an hour. Time collapses to parallel parables of Elvis hip shaking, shaman dancing, atomic bombs and tulip bulbs all to the purring harmonics and electric moves of the energetic and committed cast. The cracking honey tones of Miss atomic the reptilian spirit of Vegas will be hard to beat this fest. Some truly stunning lines and staging. Live band and powerful physical performances too. Tying something up of this scale in a neat bow at the end was hard, but I was so won over I didn't care.

In the traverse bar afterwards water drops fall from the air con, interupting my very animated wanky analysis. 100% proof Festival juice. Outside a thin mist is spreading its vapours...