Madeleine O’Gorman, Journalist

"Wide-eyed and expectant, her fans slowly gravitate towards the front, clapping and chanting “she’s the impossible girl” before landing on the floor with their knees against their chests. The whole spectacle is quite bizarre, but fascinating, as if she’s channeling an unearthly presence that’s given rise to a devoted movement."

This was less a Clairy Browne gig and more a Clairy Brown spectacular.

Unrivalled and fresh, Last Dinosaurs leave behind a sweaty and exalted crowd who opt not to surrender to the streets, but instead to linger in awe.

Despite previous releases, they prune their set of any old recordings until a throng of devotees scream for Boots On The Bed as an encore, to which they happily oblige. Is Friday 13th really a night of bad omens? I beg to differ.