![]() With new material promised soon future mayhem beckons. Vocalist Jenny Drag, with a touch of Siouxie Sioux, is every inch the star and confidently commandeers centre stage. Case in point being ‘Jimmy In A Dress’ which, liberally soaked in melody, juxtaposes sublime harmonies with angular, abrasive chords. Imagine The Cramps jamming with The Supremes after imbibing amphetamine and you’d have something approaching The Priscillas. A badass female quartet from Holloway they hit the stage like Wagner’s Valkyries and proceed to knock out the crowd with their pleasing garage/punk/psychobilly amalgamation. Of course, all this is a small price to pay for some long overdue live music and breaking the live embargo in the best possible style are London’s very own The Priscillas. Following the government guidelines to the letter, and socially distanced, tonight’s event is perhaps the very antithesis of a punk gig and an air of expectations hangs heavy: will it work? The brave souls attending their first live outing in six months must fill out a form, have their temperature checked and then, upon entering the venue, are guided to rows of seats where once there was a sweaty throng. In more ways that one, tonight’s gig is no ordinary concert.
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