In the blacked out back room of Stereo, four bands prove that the bassist’s days are numbered.
The first act on, Fawn Spots, were originally a guitar and drum duo, but have recently drafted in another guitarist. There’s not much bottom end in their brash guitar sound, but their experimentation with rhythms and tempo make them a must see.
Main support came from …And The Hangnails, who played a sterling set of tight, loud and fast blues rock. Lyrically, choruses of ‘So Cool’ ad infinitum aren’t hugely inspiring, but the band kept confidently churning out so many face-melting solos, riffs and fills that by the end I was left speechless.
Then headliners, Wet Nuns appeared on stage. Over the past year the filthy guitar and drum set up has been developing a cult following in the dirtiest bars in the land and tonight they showed why. Doused in red light for the duration of the show, a painted man smashed the drums to within an inch of their life while a boy with too much hair on his chin and head played guitar as if suspended from the ceiling, his feet rarely touching the ground. Where Wet Nuns appeal lies is in their onstage banter and attitude as much as it is within their songs; surely it’s alright to pause mid-song for a gyrating competition.
Yet they were outdone by their crowd who had their own agenda. Heckled from the off, the Nuns looked comfortable with the audience largely entertaining themselves. As the set wrapped up the band announced that they had one song left, “Write another!” came the wry response.