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The chicken dance is a rare phenomenon, very seldom seen but much talked about.
Its roots go back to the early 70s when Colonel Sanders and his team launched a TV campaign in the UK to boost KFC sales among young consumers.
It seemed to work as hordes of school kids took to strutting their stuff in primary school playgrounds across the land like Mick Jagger on heat.
The laying of eggs and raucous clucking noises were optional but highly entertaining extras.
This impressive performance of what has long-been considered a lost art was witnessed at the recent Lagoa Beer Festival during a Beto Kalula set which, despite very poor attendance figures, was as striking as the man’s hair-do (pictured below).

Mine’s a candy-floss.

Stroboscopic mayhem isn’t unusual to witness on stage these days, but one band seems to deliver it more forcefully than most, as this sign suggests.
Epilepsy, according to the Oxford English Dictionary, is ‘a disease of the nervous system marked by changes in the rhythm of electrical currents in the brain. Two of the main forms are known as grand mal, in which the sufferer falls unconscious and has convulsions, and petit mal, which lasts for a few seconds and involves partial loss of consciousness’.
Based on that definition, there were several varying degrees of apparent epilepsy spinning around me in the Gaia crowd recently, probably more drug and alcohol-triggered than anything that the Breathe sound-to-light electronic sync storm could ever induce.
Nevertheless, away from all the hurly-burly towards the back of the arena, a young teenager of just 14 years of age managed to start his own fire as a trainee DJ with a prowess that totally defied his age.
And he could dance, which is more than you can say for those Prodigy boys.