Måneskin review – hook-laden glam band make other rockers look dull | Måneskin
Måneskin’s frontman Damiano David stares out into the vastness of the O2 Arena, raising his eyes to the seats at the rear, so high up that tickets come with a warning about vertigo. “Fuckin’ ’ell,” he says, almost to himself. “This is a big-ass venue.”David is not a performer much hampered by reserve – it takes him two songs to strip to his waist, and a couple more to start grinding his crotch against the microphone stand while singing “I want to fuck” – but, for a moment, he seems genuinely taken aback. Few rock bands…