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London Highbury Upstairs At The Garage
[B] Chris T-T[/B] mixes a damned compulsive stool-rock cocktail.
Tonight's songs are broader in sound and tone than his current single, the winsome 'You Can Be Flirty', might suggest. While that track displays Chris' knack for grin-inducing wordplay (speculating, "I bet Robbie Williams was a teacher's pet at school"), it scarcely prepares you for the claustrophobic domestic violence of the tear-stained 'Send In The Clowns', chilling in its resigned regret, its impotent self-disgust.
Closer 'Sideshow Mel' pursues this darker strand further, an almost forensically poetic examination of dying love, Chris thumbing idly through icons of glamour and murmuring, in character, "I don't even jerk off", before the taut riff he's been singing over unravels and disintegrates into a positively cathartic wall of white noise. A wry smile, a white-knuckle ride, Chris T-T mixes a damned compulsive stool-rock cocktail.
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