NoLoGos review

NoLoGos 17-11-00

Three Minute Margin. Fifty words available. Punk made modern. Sarcastic, lovelorn insight. Lou drums wildly. Two different singers. Startling scratchy vocals. Big bold confidence. Sense of foreboding. Space age effects. No governments fall? That wasn’t intended. Valid creative protest. Kerrang meets Mayo. Will this do? We Love Them. No sell.

Strip the pomp from poodle rock, and you’re left with the heart. Robots Build Robots are aiming for a step further – rebuilding the framework on the outside, more Pompidou Centre than pomp. Tonight, they don’t always hit the peaks they’re reaching for – sometimes it’s just Doors - but as a work in progress, it offers hope for when the robot age dawns.

What do you call a band with eight people on stage –octet? octopus? Brownstar take a lot of people to reinvent the Style Council. They’re (Instant) Cappucino kids, a society dedicated to neutering the memory of Curtis Mayfield. What do you call a band with eight members? Two taxis, and quick.