The ferocity and passion emanating from the fiery cavernous soul of ‘Mad Young Darlings’ acts as a conduit to its devotees own stormy, electric interior. Natasha, belting out sincere and merciless poesy, acts as a mirror to her audience’s inner turmoil and siphons that anger into a vat of therapeutic turbulence. Their vigorous and rebellious refrain leaves them no choice but to open fire on the audience with potent and pretensionless energy, ricocheting off their instruments like the stage is...