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The Last Dinner Party review – like watching firecrackers going off indoors
The British indie rock band demonstrate just why they’ve won every rising star award around in a gig of swashbuckling, musical bravura showcasing their newly released debut album, Prelude to Ecstasy
Or at least that’s what it looks like when the Last Dinner Party take the stage of this renowned Bristol shoebox in a swashbuckling blur of flung hair, Napoleonic finery, mandolins and even some 21st-century garb, honouring a rescheduled gig that could easily have been upgraded to a much larger venue. Singer Abigail Morris – a shoo-in to play the young Helena Bonham Carter in a biopic – makes her vocals a whole-body experience, head-banging and elbow-thrusting her way around, hanging off the listed venue’s iron support pillars. You may have heard the MVT’s Mark Davyd on the Today programme a fortnight ago, making the point that a £1 levy on arena tickets would virtually solve a problem that, cultural destruction and the loss of jobs aside, will inevitably cause a supply bottleneck for new talent – bands such as the Last Dinner Party.
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