Rolling Round in Heaven

I can’t say I’m a fan of Barber Shop singing. For the unitiated, Barber Shop singing is typically a quartet of unaccompanied male voices. But my Significant Other insisted I watch this. I took a look.

These guys look like they spend the part of their time standing round outside nightclubs, chucking out the riff-raff, and the rest of it as hitmen for the mafia.

How wrong it is to judge people by appearance.

Afterwards, Dearly Beloved raved on for a full ten minutes about why, technically it was a fantastic piece of work. All I know is, it made me cry.