Riddles

When two five-foot-nothings, looking like a combination of The Horrors and The Beastie Boys tell you that the gig they'll be playing tonight will be a fusion of '50s rock and roll, psychobilly, techno and drum and bass and that you should fob off your other assignment to review them, there was defiantly a temptation. For a band that gives you such a description they're not as pretentious as you'd expect. Jimmy, the jack-the-lad vocalist/guitarist, is as willing to take the piss out of everybody in the pub as he is himself and his lyrics. As they tear through noisy rockabilly piss-takes, Jimmy struts around pointing in people's faces and making small talk between stabbing at his guitar and squealing at the top of his lungs. With tracks like "Victoria's Secret" ("Victoria what's your secret? I know, you shop in Primark!") and the improvised song, "Kebab-Disco" referencing this venue's neighbouring establishment, it ended up sounding like a free form jam between a drunken Jim Morrison and Sun Ra. The music wasn't what made it a great night. It was a gig where everything came together to make it, it was the attitude and the audience participation, where the band played the part of the bad guy in a pantomime and style ruled well over substance. But they were entertaining enough for nobody to care.