Here is a session aimed squarely at Nano. The only thing that could make it better would be someone playing a shaker egg. 
Iāve seen those guys at the Maryland RenFest. Yes, theyāre quite energetic.
Barbarian wannabes. I was not impressed with the gentle way they put down their drums. If they had slammed them down so that they bounced, I would have felt some grudging respect.
And I was still waiting for that promised hornpipe. 
Nice.
Heads on pikes would have been a nice touch.
now thatās an old traditional decoration, isnāt it
anā festive!!
Repellent to the Pox Romana, too.
unfortunate about the flies thoughā¦
Well, you know. Just how it is, sometimesā¦you squeeze the Guinness out and move on.
the pink manssiere ( or ābroā if you know your Sinefeld) spoke volumesā¦ as loudly as any sound they made. 
Right, people kept talking about the bra. I had to watch the vid again to see what Iād missed. Now I have a headache. Thanks.
Hereās my take: why the fellow was personally inclined to wear one is incidental and a mere distraction from the bigger picture, but those reasons proved useful: the band clearly saw fit to include into the shtick his being in his lingerie happy place, for while the monetary step up from banging on pots, floor-length pseudo-kiltzilla gowns, tats, scabby heads and leather B&D boots might be a source of disquiet to those new to such a vision, in fact these forms are frankly tired and stale any more. And they know it. They are predictable crazy-puppets. Art paganettes. Tools of an inward-looking genre that is ever derivative of itself. Refugees from moshpit tedium. Players at Celtery who in the end are plaid-racks. Being old hat - even just the fear of it - can never do for an ensemble who are willing to do anything the law permits to get more attention whatever the quality of it, so since yer man canāt do the necessary justice to a bodice expected at RenFests - you know, the kind where the lady looks alarmingly like she has a parasitic twin whose exposed buttcheeks are sunning themselves on her chest - a pink bra on a grown man is just the ticket.
or maybe he just digs boobies 
So maybe he was chumming the waters, as it were? I dunno. Could be.
If thatās the case it seems a bit like putting a frying pan on a hook and hoping for trout. He would have better luck howling out, āShow me your gazongas!!ā Now that would have fit the act better than a bra.