Fuck Buttons

Fuck my buttons, these two young chaps from Bristol suddenly got good live. Downstairs, bowels are being involuntarily slackened by Electric Wizard. Up here it's all the about the middle and top end clatter — mutant sheets of electronic noise and coarse, anamorphic vocal passages. They perform! Their show used to be a vision of two shy boys who may as well have been checking their email, unable to glance outwards. Confidence has swollen. Bang on the button at an ATP that badly craved more bands without guitars.

PH