Super Inuit (live)
Without even pressing play I have already taken to Holy Fuck, specifically as it means that profanity can be mentioned in this review without a prior excuse. Did I mention the bands name; Holy Fuck? Then I shall continue.
Shame you are not likely to hear this. Moniker aside, the track remains unlikely to feature on the radio or in a high street music store because this is unlike convention. The public likes their hits sugar-coated and drum-led instrumentals usually mean one of two things; boredom inducing solos during poodle rock or free-form jazz. Super Inuit can be triumphantly counted as neither. You see, in the world of Holy Fuck, drums can precariously teeter on the brink of utter anarchy, for a ludicrously tasty, mesmeric unpredictability set to sirens and wild shrieks.
Yet the scepticism is not based on how Holy Fuck thought they could get away with this but how exactly the band manage it so well.