“The Toothpicks land – wildly, madly – somewhere between late-stage Arctics (itβs the jazz) and full-bore Franz Fredinand (itβs the stomping), but itβs really the *theatricality* of the thing that matters. It moves like itβs been written in scenes and acts, and it drags us along to an inevitable conclusion of dancing and mayhem.” Gallery […]
The Toothpicks @ The Soda Factory, 11th Dec
