London W1 Improv Theatre

Unlike Berlin's Digital Hardcore set or our own [a]DJ Scud[/a], the [B]Gen[/B] seemingly lack the ability to laugh at themselves and refute anything as subversive as melody or drums...

It’s all very well being psychotically angry, but to articulate that rage necessitates another decidedly more complicated agenda. Here come [a]2nd Gen[/a], two guys called Wajid and Nad, and boy, are they mightily peeved.

How do we know? Because tonight they shout obscenities at us for over half-an-hour, competing decibel for deafening decibel with the wall of sick white noise and DAT-addled feedback they gouge from their spluttering machine.

Exhilarating stuff, for sure, especially with Nad shadow-boxing and twitching like a professional fighter (which, erm, he is), yet all too often [a]2nd Gen[/a]’s barrage of aimless vitriol and ranted sloganeering dissolves into a humourless grey mass of overly-laboured points. They have the basics, but their structures are uninspiring and devoid of function.

Unlike Berlin’s Digital Hardcore set or our own DJ Scud, the Gen seemingly lack the ability to laugh at themselves and refute anything as subversive as melody or drums. That said, ‘I Am Plague’, with its sinister [I]”I am man/I am devil – you are nothing!”[/I] refrain and Nad‘s accompanying noose-making manoeuvres suggest that maybe it’s more fun than it sounds.

Sadly, by the time ‘A Murderous Boredom’ (ker-ching!) has ground us into weary submission, the opportunity to ponder the sonic intricacies of a road drill suddenly becomes appealing. Still, nasty, brutal, abusive – chances are they’ll do quite well.