The Budapest Café Orchestra

The Budapest Café Orchestra

The Budapest Café Orchestra

The Budapest Cafe Orchestra 2018 Promotional Picture


The amazing talented and entertaining quartet who are The Budapest Café Orchestra are coming back for a third time!

Monday 17 September : 7.30pm

2018 Archive

The Budapest Orchestra are returning to The Swallow Theatre by popular demand once again.

The Budapest Cafe Orchestra is a music-driven phenomenon, a specialist performance-entertainment outfit, certified to enthral audiences everywhere. The infectious energy of the BCO will sweep you off your feet and stay in your heart forever. You will journey from one emotional pole to another: from a desperately tragic evocative heart-rending ancient Jewish melody to a dance from Romania or Russia and all the fiery exuberance that goes with it.

The Budapest Cafe Orchestra share as many blood cells with the folk of Hungary as the Penguin Cafe Orchestra do with the web-footed fellows of Antarctica. Their Magic Potion is a closely guarded recipe of malt, hops, yeast and water, handed down in the secret tongue of Estuary English through generations of Professional Gypsies. With a sole mission: to entertain and enchant audiences, they are undaunted by even the most demanding and wildest crowds, for example those inhabiting the darkest corners of Wigtownshire.

We are absolutely delighted that the boys from Harringay are back for the third year in a row.  Both previous shows sold out very quickly, so do book early to guarantee your seat!

The BCO comprises: Balkan Bob (Christian Garrick), a celebrated jazz violinist and the brain cell and hugely entertaining front man of the Orchestra; The Dragon (Eddie Hession), who has a formidable facility on the most ridiculous of instruments, the button accordion; Kelvin the Klaw (Kelly Cantlon), a true Hemel Hempstead gyspy and is to be found herding goats there – his double bass is made from bits of timber from old goat sheds; and The Sultan (Adiran Zolotuhin) (saz, guitar, balalaika) who has a vaguely legitimate yet entirely spurious claim to true Gypsy status having, as he does, a modicum of actual Russian blood in a small vial on his living room shelf.