Friday night funkification was assured at this year's Blue Note Festival, as George Clinton brought his Parliament/ Funkadelic family to the Bijloke stage. Even without such departed luminaries as Bootsy Collins, the funk was still 'au rendez-vous'. Big time.

Funk makes people do weird things. Even the anticipation of a funk overload from George Clinton and his Parliament / Funkadelic cohorts made one impatient audience member climb one of the three trees in the Blue Note concert tent, to cheers from the audience. Stage managers were less than pleased though and threatened to delay the concert until the adventurous man climbed down. He immediately complied to the delight of the audience. The funk could begin...

Special guest Bernie Worrell launched the show with a three-minute keys suite, flowing through the instantly recognisable screaming electro Parliament tweaks. The whole ten-plus Parliament/Funkadelic crew joined in with described 'violinist extraordinaire' Lili Haydn and singer Belita Woods leading the charge. Dancer & singer Kim Manning, agorgeous cheeky and sassy gum-chewing highlight-haired go-go girl dancer, oozing sex and seduction, broke more than a few audience hearts within seconds and single-handedly raised the temperature (and the funk!) by several scores of degress -it was only a shame that we weren't treated to a full demonstration of her five-octave range. The band played their steady funk, but it was the singers and dancers who truly stole the show.

The grandfather of funk himself entered the stage on the third song, greeting the audience like a monarch appearing before his people. Clinton quickly launched into an energetic audience banter, pressing for chant-a-longs and throwing out his trademark classic 'we got the funk' slogans. His energetic antics endearingly alternated with a slightly bent-over walk that reminded us mostly of his rock grandfather counterpart Ozzy Osbourne.

During the 90minutes+ of this Blue Note Festival gig, George Clinton was taunted by a long-nosed pimp goon dancer and semi-contortionist, screamed 'Flashlight' 'til his voice broke, was joined by his singer granddaughter Sativa on stage for Somethin' Stink and I want some and preached the funk with a selection fresh songs and old classics that have been the life of parties for decades -with a firm focus on the Funkadelic side of things.

He may be a grandpa but he still got the energy and passion. And judging by this performance, he won't lose neither anytime soon. Forty years of funk and still a great party. Respect.