Review: Evelyn Evelyn (Mostly) at The Academy
Whether you’re a glass-half-full, glass-half-empty, or who-the-Jaysus-fecked-me-glass kind of person, you’ve got to admit that there’s no better excuse for cancelling a gig than “A volcano erupted and banjaxed air travel as we know it”. No one is going to blame you for not crooning for the agreed two hours because of an Act of Gawd, especially if, like 50%-of-Evelyn-Evelyn Amanda Palmer, you were in Reykjavik at the time that volcano became the world’s least convenient wonder. But then again, Amanda Palmer is not just Amanda Palmer. She’s Amanda Fucking Palmer. And in The Academy, Dublin, on the 19th of April, Amanda Fucking Palmer and the giant head of Jason Webley, beamed in especially through the magic of Teh Internetz, proved to all present and entranced what’s really meant by that old chestnut “The Show Must Go On”.