Juliette Lewis
London King’s Cross Lexington
14th June, 2009

View: standing, right, near front

In 65 minutes, the actress turned rocker proved that, while she’s no Mariah vocally, she’s pretty peerless as a frontwoman. Hurtling around in her lycra, leather, plumage and glitter, she led her five-piece through 14 rockin’ numbers, never letting up and conjuring a blur of dervish-like energy. From the flailing, wailing opening pummel of Purgatory Blues, to the catchy syncopation of Hot Kiss, she cut a mesmerising dash, almost doing aerobics on Sticky Honey and belting out Hard Lovin’ Woman. Uh Huh had all arms aloft, on Got Love To Kill she perambulated through the jigging audience and Speaking lurched into an ad lib, shouty Mickey, before the bluesy singalong of Suicide. She delighted in the frenzy of it all, and she wasn’t alone.

Reviewed by Tim Jones
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