The Needs: Francesca

The Needs - Francesca

Review by Ross Bennett

Somewhere in Britain there is a Diner. A pristine seven-inch falls neatly against the jukebox needle. The guy’s shoes gleam as they begin to twist and click, the girl’s skirts twirl, casting intermittent shadows across the red and white cheques that make up the freshly mopped floor. Teenage abandon in full flight...»