Down in a corner of the stage a campfire burns. A small kettle dangles above, steaming with beans, while all around lays the bric-a-brac of the trail. In the glow of the fire is an old rocking chair plus a box, a blanket, and a large barrel for water. Is this the scene for a John Wayne revival, or is Jim Reeves gonna howl at the moon? No, quite the reverse: These are just a few aspects of the setting for Britain's campiest pop stars, Erasure.