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Steel Panther, live at Wembley

Live Review

Venue: London Wembley Arena

Heard the one about the ‘joke’ band that plays to bigger audiences than many of the big names they lampoon lovingly?

“We are what we pretend to be,” the cult American novelist Kurt Vonnegut once warned, “so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.”

Try telling that to Steel Panther. For almost two decades now, this big-haired LA foursome have pretended to be the most sleazy, hedonistic, sexually depraved porno-rock party monsters on the planet. Their tumescent, balls-out anthems are note-perfect homages to 1980s glam metal, but with their juvenile sexism and carnal fantasy elements amplified to hilariously absurd extremes. Their shtick is forensically observed parody, but rooted in a twisted kind of reality. Give a man a mask and he will show you his true self, genital warts and all.

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