I think that’s their name, they shouted it. If it’s not, sorry.

These guys were busking behind the Supajam tent and drowning out Damien Rice, so we popped out to see what the fuss was about.

A crowd of about 50 had gathered to party to their rickety sound. We caught some old blues and country numbers, including a boisterous cover of Jambalaya. Amidst all this gusto, their guitarist sits and replaces a broken string.

There’s a double bass, a washboard, a banjo, an accordion and some wicked harmonica playing. The clapping and singing is infectious. They don’t have the mystery of Jim, but at least they kept a constant audience.