MIK SABIERS revels in a band that ploughs an idiosyncratic furrow of expletive laden, guitar-driven alt rock
Haunted Palace
Queen Elizabeth Hall, London
THE TIGER LILLIES, for those who don’t know, are the country’s foremost purveyors of what has been described as “Brechtian punk cabaret.”
Led by the inimitable Martyn Jacques — whose grimacing sneers, circus make-up and ludicrous falsetto somehow evoke an undead Ann Widdecombe, complete with Chelsea smile — they have perfected the art of being both thoroughly repulsive and utterly compelling.
GEORGE FOGARTY is dazzled by a breathtakingly skillful puppet version of Shakespeare’s greatest love poem
The Bard does Bearded Theory, and lodges a complaint about bandnames
NEIL GARDNER listens to a refreshingly varied setlist that charts Cabaret Voltaire's voyage from avant-garde experimentalists to techno pioneers
New releases from Kennedy Administration, Melanie Pain, and Afton Wolfe


