Lambrini Girls

“Lambrini girls just wanna have fun,” went a questionable ad for a pear cider well-known in the UK. Then Phoebe and Lucy arrived from Brighton, took that expression, bombarded it with extreme distortions, guttural screams, and a punk energy rarely seen, until only the first two words were left.

On Sunday, while the Lord rested, the Lambrini Girls will make you sweat like never before. The arrival of the “best band in the world” — as they call themselves — at Poplar on September 15 is a tornado that will take no prisoners, except to spread the gospel of a live performance we can’t wait to crash into. No stepping on the brakes allowed.