The Last Dinner Party review – like watching firecrackers going off indoors | The Last Dinner Party
Someone has upended the contents of a costume department’s laundry basket on a 10-legged prog-pop band. They are slashing their way out of the corsetry and linens with flutes and keytars. Or at least that’s what it looks like when the Last Dinner Party take the stage of this renowned Bristol shoebox in a swashbuckling blur of flung hair, Napoleonic finery, mandolins and even some 21st-century garb, honouring a rescheduled gig that could easily have been upgraded to a much larger venue.The band are the recently crowned…