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New Moon is nothing if not an international advertisement for the hungry virtues of virginity and young people can’t get enough of it
The Twilight Saga: New Moon
Theatre
A smart, prickly and rewarding view of sexual and emotional confusion
Cock
Restaurants
Kitchen W8 is a bargain for this area, if such sophistication is what you crave
Kitchen W8
Too long and drawn out but very entertaining with excellent special effects
This is a peculiar play and does not work for me. Some of it is very funny but there are real flaws
Alex has a strong powerful voice and was faultless, she is far better now than she was on the X-Factor
London,
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Phone: 0870060 0870
Website: www.whatsonwembley.com
Trains: Tube: Wembley Park 
Extra info: Food, Parking, Pub, Air Conditioning
Rocking relation: Cousin Caleb Followill
We hear all sorts of stories about Kings of Leon - their life with their preacherman father, an early itinerant lifestyle in the Deep South of America, an appetite for groupies that rivals a whale's for plankton --but none of that fascinating backstory came across on stage at the quartet's biggest London show so far.
Here, the three brothers and one cousin Followill simply let the music explain, blasting ferociously through three albums' worth of songs and pausing only for singer Caleb to ask, "Are y'all having a good time?" and (twice) offer the unnecessary revelation, "We're Kings of Leon".
Having emerged in 2003 as a hairy southern version of New York hipsters the Strokes, the Kings have bucked the firework band trend for making just one great album and returned this year with their strongest collection yet, Because of the Times. Incorporating both seven-minute blues shuffles and Pixies-style howlers, it sold 70,000 copies in its first week in the UK in April.
They have blown a significant proportion of their profits on a retina-searing light show, which flashed and fizzed from ceiling to floor and ably distracted from the absence of personalities on stage.
Yet songs as good as these remain the real focus. Caleb's anguished rasp sounded perfectly damaged on tracks such as King of the Rodeo and Charmer, and throughout the band were fearsomely loud.
Unlike groups that have risen too quickly, they now have more than enough great numbers to make for a substantial large-scale show, low-key tracks such as Milk and Arizona allowing the thousands to catch their breath before another rampant rocker.
They may be serious rather than showmen, but that should enable them to continue their impressive ascent from band of the moment to real long-term contenders.
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