Avril Lavigne – review

Hammersmith Apollo, London"This song is for all the crazy bitches tonight!" Avril Lavigne informs an Apollo filled with schoolgirls and their star-shaped glowsticks. A roar erupts, and she is off into Smile, which clamps together bubblepunk guitar and a few wayward four-letter words. "You don't really give a shit … you're fucking crazy, rock'n'roll!" she bawls, artlessly defiant as ever. Lavigne may be 26 and divorced, but a large part of her will be forever 16.Kesha might have usurped her as ...

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