Wow was this a night to remember or what? I remember running down Portobello road in a frenzy, afraid that I was going to miss the parade and becoming more and more miserable, thinking I already did miss it as it was abnormally quiet. Thats when I hear a shrill aliililililililili battle cry and I turn the corner and felt as though I had stepped into some neo-apocalyptic base camp; a huge decapitated baby's head with wide, sightless, staring eyes glare at me with its mouth dropped open into a malicious grin greeted me at the entrance, horses in mid stampede with wheels instead of hind legs and real horse skulls for faces, trees billowing smoke, a monkey with a gun, a helicopter with a headless skeleton pilot- it was like I fell into the rabbit hole and instead of having tea with the hatter, I was frantically ducking left and right as the slightly over enthusiastic women in mechanical stilts were swerving around with reckless abandon, little to no regards to whether they set you or your hair on fire with the massive blow torches they were holding as they skreech their battle cries of encouragement to a man riding a mechanical demon that would every so often, burp a gust of flames which engulfed its own head. Everybody had the man-beast combo surrounded like ants to sugar, everybody yelling their own incoherent words of encouragement for the beast as it does a turn around the block and re-enters i'ts base where futuristic pole dancers shimmy to the beat of the dj. All of this is thanks to The Mutoid Waste Company and The Cordy House Family, an art event movement run by a group of friends who work together to take art out of the gallery and into the city to reach and entertain a 'much broader swathe of society'. Check 'em out here:
http://mutatebritain.wordpress.com/
