A Starcrawler show feels less like a gig and more like a beautifully unhinged rock ’n’ roll séance. It’s raw, sweaty, unpredictable — and sometimes a little dangerous in the best possible way. Frontwoman Arrow de Wilde is the gravitational centre of the storm. She doesn’t just sing — she performs, smearing fake blood across her face, turning the stage into something between punk show and horror theatre. It’s confrontational, theatrical and impossible to ignore.