‘In this intimate setting, with no cloak of reverb nor pristine mixing to cower behind, the chemistry that bristles and sparks between Wild Flag like exposed cabling crackles to the fore, Brownstein thrashing her SG replica in windmill-like motion during a rollocking Romance and a cataclysmic new one as curled fringes are swished and flicked.’

We squidged into Wild Flag’s debut UK show at The Lexington last week. Felt like their ‘umpteenth’…