From a (potential) layout point of view, there is little that I would need/like that hasn't been done for one set in the Scottish Highlands in the 80s. Still, there's always rule one....

Layout based:
Loco: As mentioned upthread a Red Stripe 47 with ScotRail branding. Although I have an old GF 47487 as a donor test for having a go myself.
Coach: Anything with ScotRail branding in either B/G, ScotRail blue stripe or the later version thats not been done.
Wagon: Without doubt the OTA

Rule One:
Loco: I suppose Rapido might get to it eventually but I'd have 97403 Ixion (Class 46)
Coach: Dapol Gresley buffet in B/G even though it wouldn't be totally correct.
Wagon: don't know...

Thanks for posting John @Trainfish , The Hoax sound better live than in the studio by the looks and sounds of things! Innes Sibun ain't bad either.

Cheers,

Tim

Good lord, no! I begrudgingly watch videos in landscape mode, not browsing that way!

Was a general comment though, that it's out of site for everyone browsing on mobile.

Some interesting bands there.
Thank you John @Trainfish and Tim @Moonglum .

Yes, as I've posted on here many times, Devizes was a real hot bed of music in the early 70s when I was a teenager.
I saw many, many big bands there including Yes, Hawkwind, Argent, Strawbs, Lindisfarne, King Crimson, Edgar Broughton, Curved Air, Stackridge, Man, Aamon Duul, Mott the Hoople, Rory Gallagher, Pink Fairies and several more.
Great days.
Cheers
Martin

Is it more representative? Of the style of music, possibly bordering on yes. Ruzz Guitar doesn't usually play with them as he has his own band who I will see for the umpteenth time in October supporting Wishbone Ash, or what's left of them. Yes, I have mentioned Ruzz before on here and I consider him a good friend these days. The wife and I have 'threatened' him that one day we will just appear unannounced at 1 of his gigs on the other side of the Atlantic as he often plays there, he's actually off to Canada a few days after next weekend's gig but that's a bit too soon for us 
Rob Davey who you see in Beau Gris Gris was also in The Hoax along with his brother Jess Davey and Jon Amor. They all originate locally to me, the Daveys from Cheverell just outside Devizes and Jon from Devizes itself. They are all worth looking up and I may have linked to all of them here before. Devizes has always had a good music scene (especially rock and blues) as Martin @port perran will tell you. Another from here is Innes Sibun who has played with Robert Plant on tour before and who lives locally as the landlord of my local will tell you as he wouldn't let him in the pub with his dog one time  He has been back since though  He has also supported and played with Johnny Winter and Peter Green.

I've saved you all the bother of looking up The Hoax by linking to their album Humdinger below. Sadly it's just the studio version but it does give you a chance to sample each track if you don't want to listen to the whole album:


Ok, you've persuaded me to look up some live Hoax. Here you go, Jess Davey is the one with the hair, Robin Davey on guitar with the sideburns (Rob has the sideburns, not the guitar) and Jon Amor with the red guitar:


And just to spoil you a bit here's Innes:

Just turn your phone to view it in landscape.

Cheers,

Chris

I fear this is another downside of the new forum and the mobile view. I can't even find the donations bar, where previously it used to be prominently viewable on the side bar all the time. Out of sight out of mind...

Good choice John @Trainfish , very tight and well produced. I expect you might have seen this, is it more representative...

https://youtu.be/ngC1VtguLe8?si=tfu-cZCLoFRMwLYA

I like this as well, very polished...

https://youtu.be/OHHiCO2KPGU?si=_e4yZuQqLgA40r-8

Cheers,

Tim

PS have you shared Ruzz Guitar before?
 

Farish CL158's in Northern livery

One of them has really crackly sound so it may well be going back.

Other than that, really nice models.


Regards,

John P

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