Gonzales | Pop review

Bloomsbury Ball, London"What exactly do you call this?" ponders Gonzales from the stage. "What's the point of all this?" It seems a pertinent question. Here we are, seated amid art deco splendour, watching a chubby Canadian in a bathrobe and white gloves playing Ravel and Gershwin-inspired piano pieces, rapping, singing songs in a genre of rock so soft at least one bears the influence of Neil Sedaka's Laughter in the Rain, and engaging in lengthy monologues on topics ranging from the existential...

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