Good Name For A Racehorse presents...

AAAAAAARGGH!!!!! This review is factually incorrect! These guys are really awful. Sorry but the (few) good bits are ripped directly from other bands' tunes and the humour (laughing at, not with) is the only thing that kept me in the room.

26 feet actually were excellent (did you leave before these played dom? or just decide not to mention them at all in your review?) and even tho the singer was ill these guys pulled off a quality instrumental set.
The difference in the standard of musician-ship between those guys and 'the butterfly' was huge. Jel from the butterfly (while he may be a decent chap) is not a technological guru as you stated...he play's an obvious sounding synth in an obvious sounding way. And that's all there is to it.

I've no doubt that 'the buterfly' are nice guys, but let's get this into context please, they aren't good musicians (with the possible exception of 'bulletproof') and are most certainly not enigmatic or enthralling.

I unfortunately didn't get to watch the band i actually went to see which was immune due to them not even being on stage when i left at 11.45. Arse. next time.

more power? less plagiarism. but that's just my opinion I guess....

Getting frostbite whilst waiting for the bus isn't the best way to begin a night out, nor is sitting in a darkened corner of a pub next to a group of eight chavs whose only point of conversation appears to be about glassing people and shouting about it the loudest.

Thankfully there is something better, infinitely so as it happens, going on up the stairs...

For The Butterfly, at present virtual unknowns outside of their West Yorkshire haven, tonight is a chance to show off their unmistakeable talents in front of a live audience. Guitarist and technological guru Jell demonstrated his rapping skills earlier alongside Alexander Lazarus and his laptop, so what would happen next from this most eclectic of genre-mashing ensembles is anyone's guess.

You see, what The Butterfly manage to achieve travels far and beyond simple cross-pollination. Whilst there is an obvious love of Tool and Deftones in the stoic bluntness of their riffage, there are also numerous other doffs of the cap towards the likes of Sparks, 2 Tone, Queen, Zappa and even Monty Python. Nothing is ever quite that straight-forward with these guys.

Take 'The Duke' for example, which starts off with a riff stolen from the derelict wastes of a post-armageddon landscape before their frontman Bulletproof changes the tone both vocally (think a more sinister Noël Coward and you're heading in the right direction) and musically, taking the noise levels down a few notches while keyboards beep away like sonic defibrillators in the background.

By the end of the set, during the closing 'Thief', Bulletproof is among the audience, clutching at the legs of those standing at the front, collapsing with a bout of cramp and only offering to get up again if the audience as one join him in a chorus of "MORE POWER! MORE POWER!". The charismatic head Butterfly duly springs to life, limbs flailing and eyes rolling like a madman.

Captivating, enigmatic, enthralling and with an unexpected twist or seven punctuating every song, The Butterfly really are one band you can't afford to miss.

Photo courtesy of Toby Price