|Clash of Drums|
|Emerging from the cordite cloud|
|Flamethrowers maintain the performance space|
Danbor Talka is a show put together by French group Les Commandos Percu and Basques Deabru Beltzak, in which the two companies "fight" their way through the streets to a show platform, where they perform a spectacular finale with additional lights and fireworks.
The show started in Lloyds Court and made its way along Secklow Gate, passing between the 2 parts of the Shopping Centre, and towards the Xscape building.
|Teams stalk by...|
Group members, defined by their tribal make-up and costume stop at intervals to interact. They issue challenges to their opponents and fight out their combat with sound and fury, emerging from and retreating into a cloud of smoke and the strong evocative smell of cordite.
Drumsticks become fireworks, fireworks become drumsticks and flashing lamps of varying sizes stun and confuse the watchers.
|The finale begins|
One final stop at the junction by the Food Centre and the Xscape building for last street fight.
Crowds jostle for a prime position to see the action, children sit on parents shoulders, awed by the sights or cowed by the noise.
Finally the parade gathers one last time and trailed and flanked by the crowd, the Drummers turn into the Point Car Park and parade onto the stage.
The stage show was vibrant with lights and fire and a variety of percussion instruments, played with sticks, beaters, fire sticks and lids, drumming on drums oil drums, hubs, barrels and
a variety of other instruments including a large implement resembling and oversized Hawaiian guitar played with a large bottleneck and drumsticks. It made an amazing impact.
The show drew to a close with a finale of rockets, Catherine wheels and handheld mortars.
After about an hour the show drew to a close with an encore as the drums paraded from the stage. People reluctantly drifted away. They probably dispersed quicker than the pall of cordite smoke, which seemed to follow me home. I could definitely smell it drifting though the car vents as I passed Oakgrove and Monkston.
|fencing with the handheld mortars|