There must be few souls alive who could resist Le Vent du Nord�s boundless joie de vivre. And there was certainly no resistance in Finstown, as the band raised the roof with a jubilant maelstrom of prodigiously bouncy dance-tunes, also featuring hurdy-gurdy, accordion, bouzouki, piano, jaw-harp, guitar and electric bass, garlanded with lustily compelling five-part vocals, which, in one thrillingly throttled-back a cappella number, recalled the numinous, spine-tingling modalities of Gregorian chant (�) With Brunet [Andr�] on board, their sound�s scale and intricacy are fast evolving into fresh dimensions, manifest in some sets� looser, boldly freewheeling arrangements; in lashings of red-blooded honky-tonk brio, and in umpteen insouciant virtuoso flourishes, like one medley�s cheeky wee disco-funk intro, dashed off on fiddle, jaw-harp and fat bass licks.
