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"As more revelers poured in, the [Edwardian Ball] was much closer to a Tim Burton version of purgatory, with ghosts of history's most flamboyant characters from across the eras. But instead of waiting in perpetual misery, they decided to have a grand party." - SF Chronicle, Jan 2005
"An umpteen-piece band full of pale-faced, velvet-clad cool cats playing everything from cello and contrabass to accordion, the group falls on a continuum between Rocky Horror camp and medieval danse macabre. The members of Rosin Coven, a Berkeley-based troupe with a vigorous following, look and sound like well-traveled carnies with formidable heaps of classical training; the roguish ensemble is even easy on the eyes." - SF Weekly, August 2005
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