"Call me a monkey’s uncle, but
it was the Harlequin Dynamite Marching Band who deserved every syllable of hype
heaped on them at Threshold. And shit-me did they blow
the lid off the roof! Let me put it this way, the singers had to sing through
megaphones to be heard! Megaphones!! Trumpets, trombones, an army of drums and
enough sax appeal to turn on Bill Clinton, The Harley’s were co-ordinated,
bolshy, and brimming with swingalicious bravado. They split off into a Stomp fashioned drum-off at one point,
and for a while the room was turned into Zion. Howling on for an encore, their
set was rounded off magnificently, filling the room with percussive joy and
careless dancing..." J.Crawford, Threshold Media Team.
