In a wintery decline last year I wrote a semi-scathing review of Van Coke Kartel's performance at Aandklas. Miskien sou ek mos beter geweet het. Of iets. Tonight, tonight...under oaktrees, swirling stars from all the vodka and grenadine, and a fucking fantastic, hauntingly melancholic acoustic set. Oh. Yes. Gold. Fire.
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