A smiling, smirking demon, the devil on your shoulder, the man with fire in his eyes, Charlie Sheen is a puppet master who can’t play an instrument, who can barely sing, but who’s performance qualities forces you to fixate yourself upon his antics.
The odd new song was scattered throughout, as Shame prepped for their Glasto set this weekend, Sheen having to work harder than usual to get his disciples moving throughout these more unknown numbers.
Shame are shithot though, a top live band, and that’s that. That’s it. Pink walls surrounded what was an army assault upon a small, packed in audience. Charlie Sheen crammed his sardines into a small box and battered them to a pulp.
