Chris and I were at Dingwalls in Camden for my much-delayed first (and maybe last, by the look of the health of their guitarist) experience of the mighty, unquestionable NoMeansNo. They are practically progressive punk, with none of the archness that this might imply. Relentessly aggressive, in an inclusive and cheery fashion. They churn, accelerate, stutter and plunge on the head of a pin. "The Night Everything Became Nothing" and "Every Day I Start To Ooze" flash by in a torrent of gurning, precision-tooled sludgerama, and terrifyingly well-organised drumming. Seeing guys who are 10 or 15 years our senior belting this stuff out with no hint of a second thought is inspiring and disquieting. We should also mention the very dysfunctional support act, 'Todd' but only because of Chris's pithy-to-the-max assessment: "Like Unsane, before they started rehearsing".Now that's no way to be.
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