Jan
6
The Music Hall Of Williamsburg was the drunken bright-lights sin-city brother to the hushed living-room confessional vibe of Palmer’s last New York appearance, at Highline Ballroom. Flanked by the incredible NY-based Nervous Cabaret, this time Amanda Fucking Palmer had a Fucking band. And what a Fucking band they were, if I may say so myself. Impeccable rhythm, flawless horns, and a leader with a voice like melted fucking chocolate doused in bourbon.
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