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After waiting all night Lupus In Fabula still managed to keep the punters in the Lounge for a set which only got started at about 1.45am. They put in a solid performance and have a maturity of sound which belies their age. The Doors without a Hammond? It's not a bad comparison if you need one. The 2 guitar, bass, drums set up provide a polished plateau for Alan (vocals) to do his thing. He struts, poses and bellows the message to LIF's adoring fans and for me the music held sway over the banter tonight. Last time I saw them Alan insisted he was the re-incarnation of Sting. I like wierd people. 

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Although it's not been that long since we've seen Lupus at a Jam Night, this feels like a comeback gig, or maybe a homecoming. Lupus have undergone something of a transformation recently and, after a whole host of gigs both in and out of town, are a very different band to the one I first saw back in 2015. In tune and well on form, the band are a psychedelic force to be reckoned with tonight. The Doors influences are all but gone, and Alan and the rest of the band seem calmer and at ease with playing and singing these songs. And what songs they are! The Calling, The Chase and Breath of the Sun were all highlights of an epic set that nearly sent Stuart W, me and others over theedge. 

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The Glitterati + Space Train, Ishkobar and Lupus in Fabula Liverpool Barfly, 5/10/2016 There are a few basic rules to follow if you are a potential  rock-God being ignored by your audience: jump off the stage, scare the  living shit out of said audience, try and run up a wall (and pretend it doesn't hurt  when you fall off backwards), lie on the floor, pretend to be dead, thrust and your hips sexually and  howl like a wolf. The front-man of the aptly named Lupus in Fabula had evidently swotted up (okay,  or actually  just made these rules because he followed them to the letter. Blatantly mad  to the core, but in the best possible way, he raised interest and eyebrows alike with his tortured squirming, suspect groin area and surprisingly  brilliant, eclectic set. Great stuff. The Glitterati were  equally fantastic;  imagine Mick Jagger, Johhny Rotten and Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz rolled  into one strutting, sweaty rock-star and you are close to picturing the  big-voiced, tiny-hipped  front-man Paul Glitz. They played a blistering, electric set - off-setting swagger with a genuine relish  for entertaining  which left the crowd captivated and baying for more. Overall, a dazzling gig  by an  even more aptly named band than the wolf-like Lupus in Fabula. Bags of  style, stage presence and  hairspray. what more could we ask for?  hmmmm.....stik that in ur pipe glitter girls

25 January, 2006