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HotFest happens in Hotwells\u2026
\u201cA tangle of overhead roads, a basin of sacred water, a bonded warehouse and a
circling gull. Its margins a scraggle of beer-mat lyrics, indignantly startled in the act of
defining themselves, resplendent in their failure to cohere\u201d.
\u2026 and a little bit in Cliftonwood.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t