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It's official then - proper punk really isn't dead. It's just been ill with a bit of a headcold. Probably. More on that later. But first...
Support act Yourcodenameismilo are, somewhat inevitably, an unmistakably emo/hardcore band. This could've led to an extremely bad set but they just about rescue themselves by injecting a suitably manic element into their set, chucking themselves around like human stock cars while screaming the lyrics while having a singer who spits, twitches and rolls his eyes like Roddy Woomble from Idlewild used to do before he decided that sounding like Michael Stipe was a viable career path.
They're comprehensively blown off by Cardiff mentalists McLusky though. From the second they pile in with a rabid rendition of "Lightsabre Cocksucking Blues", this is the sort of ultra-rabid froth-at-the-mouth punk which there's tragically little of these days. The two frontmen throw themselves around like they're the product of genetically mixing humans with stock cars while the drummer drums like he's got a machine gun up his arse. Add to this frenzied renditions of "To Hell With Good Intentions", "That Man Will Not Hang", "Alan Is A Cowboy Killer" and "The World Loves Us And Is Our Bitch" - top hardcore mosh fodder with great tunes to boot and some brilliantly scathing banter with the audience and you've got a grade one proper punk phenomenon.
Go and see them now. In fact I challenge you - Conor McNichols, Zane Lowe, Jo Whiley, all you A&R ghouls and so-called arbiters of taste, check this band out now. It'll blow your theory that the safe tedious dull middle-class shite like the Libertines and the Yeah Yeah Yeahs that you continually try to shove down our collective throats is in any way "punk". And it'll make a nice change for you all as well.
Review and pic by Andy James
