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The Sunshine Underground: Glasgow King Tut’s Wah Wah Hut, Tuesday, May 2
Moooo! Funksters crack out comedy percussion
Their three singles so far gave some indication of this band’s real reach, veering between baggydelic shuffling and, on ‘Commercial Breakdown’, a sort of mini-Muse. But tonight they’re most exciting when they ditch the strictures of clenched-buttock faux-funk beats and Cure-style yelp-punk for excursions into jazz-tinged space-rock. All those long nights playing at rave-themed psychedelic warehouse parties mean that when the band stretch ‘I Ain’t Losing Any Sleep’ out into a saucer-eyed monster, it chews up the relatively lacklustre recorded version’s concise indie.
Best of all, though, is the chaotic finale, in which the support act – satirical grime scamps Yes Boss – storm the stage to help their fellow citizens out. With the Boss’ beats underlaying their guitar scratching, The Sunshine Underground are suddenly transformed into the whooshing electro-rock monster that they always had in them to become. By the end of the song, all four cowbells onstage are battered and bent beyond recognition – the mark of a good night, it seems.
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