One of the great things about Sister Act was that it showed the old stuffy image of the Church being jazzed up by the glory of song, to the somewhat improbable extent of Disenchanted Youth coming in off the street to check it out. In the same vein, the LCGC manage to include everyone listening by the sheer force of their joy and bluesy tunes. Resplendant in white they resemble nothing so much as a flock of seagulls out on the razzle: the voices are just glorious as ever, full and harmonious, and each track is filled with the kind of conviction you just can't fake. The crowd seems to agree, people are singing along and waving their arms in the air. In fact, looking at them's a bit like an impromptu church service so we turn back to the choir. It's that kind of happiness, welcome and ballsiness that should characterise the Church, not people rattling on about how being gay or different is wrong. That is just horrid. The song's the thing.