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Caity Baser review – cartwheeling celebration of chatty, bratty girlhood
The Southampton newcomer uses her superpowers of candour and comedy to full effect
On the opening night of her Still Learning tour (“my mixtape, which is number fucking seven in the charts by the way!”), the Southampton newcomer appears in silhouette behind a giant L plate, striking a pose as disembodied voices bemoan her attitude, her songwriting, the feeling that “she’s fit but can’t sing”. She starts it on a keyboard, but finds herself temporarily overcome by emotion, huffing into the mic as she tries to pull herself together: “I’m not a fucking pussy, c’mon man!” It doesn’t take her long to unseat herself and win it back, scatting and stomping like a woman freed. In Baser’s world, candour and comedy are both superpowers – the kind of relatable showgirl who would happily kick down the toilet door of the club bathroom if it meant raising a smile from the girl sat crying within.
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