Dragonette @ The Bournemouth International Centre (BIC)

Review by Chris Waugh

I am a fish out of water. I usually get sent to review rock bands, playing in the back rooms of pubs or smelly, smoke-filled clubs. Give me a pint of watery lager and an indie band with a cute female bassist and I'm in my element. So to be surrounded by thousands of lairy, noisy, cocky, hyped-to-the-nines teenage girls, baying for the Sugababes is an unfamiliar and curiously unnerving experience.

Consequently, my confidence in being able to provide an insightful review of the evening's support slot by slinky, posing, electro-sex-synth-poppers Dragonette drains rapidly.

Desperate, I decide to seek the expert advice.

Accompanied by my nine year old daughter so I don't look like a sex pest, I ask Becky, Louise, Donna and Kerrie (all 14 years old) what they thought of the London-dwelling Canadian's set.

Becky: "I liked them but I don't think I'd buy their CD but I reckon it's the sort of thing Kerrie would like and maybe Louise although Louise only likes bands with boys in them if the boys are fit but I wouldn't mind listening to them if they came on the radio. The girl that did the singing (Martina) was pretty but she couldn't really dance but I really liked her clothes and her hair was well nice too, but I didn't think much of the blokes, they were trying too hard to look cool and were dressed a bit like my older brother dresses in that trying-to-be-trendy-1980s way that my dad probably did actually dress like in the 1980s when he liked that band that had the bloke in that used to be in Eastenders but now does cr@p sofa adverts"
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