All that’s missing to truly make it a proper slumber soiree is a big pillow fight, but even that seems to be taken care of by the twentysomethings poised with shandies in one hand and their oversized purses int the other, with which they insist on wholloping NME.COM as they gleefully sway around. This is obviously highly rock’n’roll behaviour and a signal that the evening is about to be mindblowingly, as well as speakerblowingly, ace.Įmbarrassing silence over, the Kitten kick off their charity-come-karaoke pajama party properly with ‘Right Now’, swiveling their slim fit hips, bounding around like cats with fireworks up their butts and screeching into microphones that a few years ago surely were hairbrushes. Things take a turn for the Spinal when the Fat Cats attempt to play live, then blow an amp. Not tits up in the nude perky ‘Whoops here are some topless shots I did’ sense – more in the ‘the live band are playing along to a tape’ kinda way. Backed by the Fat Cats, we’ve been promised a live stormer this evening so it’s something of a shame that when Liz, Tash and Jenny storm onto the stage (not, fortunately, via the gift of abseiling) something goes tits up. Or ‘gig’, as people who wear black all the time would probably call it. Though it may seem a strange claim to anybody who’s seen Atomic Kitten, in either of their incarnations, plodding their way around the roadshow circuit over the past two years, tonight’s charity show in the litter’s home city of Liverpool really is their first ever actual proper live concert.
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