A multi-award-winning experience of what it’s like to live in constant fear, from rookie Hungarian director László Nemes
The Cooper Temple Clause/I Am Kloot/Aerogramme/The Futureheads : London Charing Cross Astoria
As The Cooper Temple Clause scurry stagebound and the aforementioned devotees go ABSOLUTELY FUCKING POSTAL, NME can't prevent a hard on of joy rising within its pants. So much bullshit rhetoric has been spouted about this six-headed beast of rock chaos that the simple facts of the matter need to be spelled out. Regardless of haircuts, the cut of their threads, or the dizzy abandonment of their persona, this is a band that BLEED rock n roll. 'Film Maker' sounds twisted and disturbing, whilst 'Panzer Attack' is a visceral headfuck of beats and bleeps. At the front a young girl is on both knees praying skywards. Another is crying tears of joy. It's been that kind of night. Coopermania indeed.
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