Phil Kay 2.0 - Progress in work. Come be in a yurt and watch simply the best ad-libbing, extemporising, finger-picking, folk guitar shredder, tunesmith he can be. Mind-boggling. Psyche-skimming river of consciousness. Victor Borg and John Martin wrestle beneath a boozey waterfall. Genre-fluid, game-changing. Much melody. Warning this show contains no irony. Phil has the chorus, come be the verse. Fiercely vulnerable and humane. Have you ever cried to the kazoo? 'Does he really expect us to believe he just made these songs up?' (Scotsman).