Filling the tent with propulsive, ramshackle riffs and 10 tonnes of snarling disdain, the group rolled out plenty for the sizeable crowd to chew over - this was a sharp shock of noise that banished any hangover blues lingering on those in attendance.
The ensuing fracas sat in the same arena as IDLES' grittiest fare, Fontaines DC, Lice, and(/or) The Murder Capital. Dark, brooding, and exhillarating.
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