Sinead O'Connor: Olympic Ballroom, Dublin
Chris Roberts, Melody Maker, 12 March 1988
THE IDEA of pretending it was Hazel without her wig or Tom without the gags struck me as an astronomical corker for about a minute, until I realised how terribly true it might be: from the Breaking Glass extras on the balcony to the crap lyrics to the "right-on" radical bra and tutu garb, Sinead presented her home town with very little in the way of wit, wisdom, hope or Spangles.
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