Bec Sandridge @ The Lansdowne, 10th Jun

“Bec Sandridge crashes into the (fabulously) filthy Lansdowne like a disco fairy riding a Harley, a searing pop supernova to scour the eyeballs and tear up the floors. Darkness is banished, only joy remains, and the walls are left glistening with what may be sweat and beer, but also looks like pixie dust and starlight.”