Hell Is for Heroes/Buffy Clyro/Kinesis : Manchester Roadhouse

...it's reassuring to witness a sector of guitar Britain that can face the front, smile and wear colour...

In an age when rock’s dominated by black leather and pouting, it’s reassuring to witness a sector of guitar Britain that can face the front, smile and wear colour. And babyfaced politico-punks Kinesis play squall-pop that’s as white as their regulation T-shirts. Ruthlessly stealing the show before it’s even started, they pogo, shriek and provoke like the genetically modified Perfect Rock Band. As guitarist Conor McGloin pulls off the surfing-while-still-playing rock move, new single ‘Everything Destroys Itself’ pummels home quite how powerful their rabid, melodic metal is going to be. With the touch-paper already lit, it’s a scientific impossibility that Kinesis won’t be the most explosive Britrock event of 2003.

If Glasgow’s Biffy Clyro are to catch up, they’ll need to get their house in order. True, they gamely hold shrieking contests, but the aura is of epic rock bludgeoned flat. Around them lie shards of skewed goth, deranged gospel, pissy indie and reheated emo. If they find a way of piecing it all together, they could be fabulous.

Because, as London’s Hell Is For Heroes demonstrate, sometimes the only way forward is straight down the line. Unafraid to glam up, thrash out and hang upside down from the ceiling supports, they’re a spunky revelation. Frontman of the people Justin Schlosberg’s repeated calls to togetherness are little short of heroic, and the familiarity with which ‘I Can Climb Mountains’ is received proves that the old-fashioned approach is working. Plus – and perhaps most importantly – for nice looking lads your mother would like, they still rock like the proverbial bastards.

Daniel Martin