Alfred Hickling: The Groanbox Boys are taking blues in a bizarre direction

In a small village school in West Yorkshire, lessons have been interrupted by the unlikely appearance of three American woodsmen. One is a big, bear-like character grappling with a huge accordion. Another, who has the wild hair and resigned expression of a Samuel Beckett hobo, is sitting behind the stump of a tree. The third brandishes a big stick festooned with voodoo charms, bottletops and bits of plumage, to which has been attached a heavy piece of hobnailed footwear. These are the Groanbox B...

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