Crowd was expecting to dance, and today's constant sunny skies dried up all the mud everyone was planning to splatter. So much the better. There's plenty of room at the Orange Court when it's dry, so people spread out for more rump-shaking space.

Before Foyeh made his appearance, the band banged out ever-complicated layers of…of…ah crap, I wish I knew the names of all those drums. There were bongos, a dun-dun (talking drum, or squeeze drum) a kit and then several other combinations of gourds, skin and shells.

Foyeh then stepped on stage decked out in a red, yellow and green outfit that made him look more like a shaman or high priest than a guitar-wielding band conductor. I went expecting (hoping) for Fela Kuti style afro-pop, but what we saw was much more diverse. While echos of west-African highlife chords trickled through some numbers, others were more funk-informed.

I expected a reaction when the backup vocalists began to sing "Rain, Rain Go Away," but people kept moving. Probably better that way.