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Amy Winehouse rolls another number for the road
REVIEW: SNAKEHIPS AT THE MONARCH
The Monarch
ANY time Amy Winehouse plays a gig or makes a public appearance she is trailed by hoards of baying paparazzi and it makes front page news.
So, when she announced that she was going to be making her debut as a DJ, many turned up to see if she would appear and whip the crowd into frenzy with her show.
Last Thursday, she launched her Snakehips at the Monarch residency in Camden, an event which was billed as a “battle” between Amy and her friend DJ Bioux.
A little after 10pm, Winehouse arrived, battling through a scrum of photographers and camera crews.
Cheers and applause rang out, while Amy made a beeline for the bar before darting towards the decks.
The Rehab singer seemed in good spirits at first, looking sober and alert, and playfully courting the sea of fans and photographers who were making the most of having Britain’s premier female vocalist in front of their very eyes.
Amy then pleaded with the crowd to “Put your cameras away and let’s have a good night”, before affixing the “Blake” hair grip to her famous beehive and beginning DJ duties.
I use the term “DJ” loosely. I never had Amy down as a superstar, Pete Tong-like genius, so I was a little sceptical of her ability to mix vinyl.
On closer inspection, it appeared that she was responsible for selecting the CDs and vinyl, while DJ Bioux dropped and mixed the tunes.
The crowd lapped up the set, shimmying along to the 1960s pop and retro soul with songs like the Supremes’ You Can’t Hurry Love, Millie Small’s My Boy Lollipop and The Ronettes’ Be My Baby, songs which inspired her smash-hit, Grammy-winning album, Back to Black.
But it was when she dropped Who Do You Think You Are Kidding Mr Hitler? that things started to get a bit weird.
The fiery chanteuse seemed a little uncomfortable with the gaggle of people taking pictures and her behaviour seemed a little erratic, if not strange. She appeared to tug at her pink top, play with her hair and stare doe-eyed at the crowd while draping herself against a union jack flag.
Of the night’s many bizarre moments, we witnessed Amy paint her finger nails and send a text message, blissfully oblivious to the deafening music being pumped out of the speakers.
She made one fan’s day by pointing to his drink, snatching it from his hand and downing it in one.
The set ended shortly after 1am, and the evening was declared a success.
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