Given that the first thing one thinks of when considering "Harajuku-style" is a balding Polish-Algerian blogger of minimal renown, I naturally had a duty to put on my most fluorescent crop top and join the gothic lolitas and pervy otaku to experience one of J-Pop's most engaging and quirky stars in the flesh. I must admit £35 was somewhat steep for what was a glorified karaoke show, and Kyary isn't exactly blessed with the most varied compositional range, but hey, the choreography was impressive and it was certainly lively.
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