Amy presents her faith like “Through The Looking Glass And What Alice Found There” . It is like when she found her relationship with God, the images softened and she walked through the glass to a different, more tender and gentle world.
With a cracker little band and two back up singers behind him, Olly sold a skin tight tee (“take it off take it off” shouted the fans, he gave em a flash) and a pork pie hat with all the faith in yourself necessary to make it in the US pop world
It’s as if he is living up to every dour Scotsmen cliche known to man. And guitarist brother William, is worse. I’ve actually met them and they seemed perfectly normal to me, but on stage they are neither talkative nor emotional. “We would love to chit chat with you” Jim claims early on “But we are retards with nothing to say”.
I am not a Lana hater, I loved “Video Games” and I thought she was OK on SNL and I thought the album was really fabulous, But taking center stage on a flower strewn stage, to backing tapes, she performed a deadly ten song set culled from the album and without a surprise in sight, despite pretty good vocals, was skin crawlingly dire.
no Street Manifesto but still the real thing
she has lost her bloody mindedness in the wetlands of desire.
