On Brighton’s hottest night so far, the city’s fashionista tragedies were sweating through their ill advised duds in anticipation of the US’s Thee Oh Sees.
Hordes of freshly moustache afflicted art-school kids rocked that peculiar look that’s 30 per cent old school squaddie: the remaining percentage small-town rapist.
The strain of them maintaining their weak chinned profiles was soon forgotten as they went crazy ape-plop when their indie-darlings finally tore up The Hydrant. May 26.
Discordant and pummeling, short on variety, but excelling at the relentless and celebratory, Thee Oh Sees don’t do more than one speed; but the speed they do, well exceeds the adequate, is abundant in a mirthful dumbness and gets the punters moving and hollering.
Fresh from the garage, they undulate and chug sub-primate grooves that toss off brittle shards of fractured guitar; confectioned with swapped and shared duel vocals that have been fucking with the helium.
The visual and rhythmic lynch-pin, holding it all together, is the faux skinhead gingoid bassist, who’s in the grips of a powerful palsy. His head’s a perpetual blur of spasming jowl flesh and gurns. Ten out of ten for enthusiasm, the man’s a thing to behold.
Relentless, tireless and seemingly immune to the intolerable heat and a room sucked free of oxygen Thee Oh Sees nailed it for those all lucky enough to be in attendance and ownership of a hot ticket for this beyond sold-out event.