Los Squideros fiesta sombreros and handclaps
Los Squideros at the Wild Hare Club © Brendan Stephens
A party in Herefordshire never really seems to be a proper party unless Los Squideros are raving it up on a ramshackle stage with their musical mix of tex-mex, ska and just about anything that sounds vaguely foreign. The shows tend towards the riotous and, without fail, the audience gets swept along with it all.   

“Come all you rambling boys of pleasure and ladies of easy leisure” so sounds Shane MacGowan’s rallying call to join the fiesta. Evidently Leo and his companeros were listening and remarkably they haven’t stopped and later tonight, (21st May 2016), I’ll be heading in to town to witness the band’s coming of age. Twenty-one years and might the band be showing signs of a growing maturity? I hope not.

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