Tonight is the inaugural happening of Ban This Filth!, an exercise in situationism, sloganeering, humour, DIY, inclusive, low-budget self-subverting pretentiousness in the guise of a basement electro club. Oh - and the use of flashing bike lights wielded in an audience participatory manner to make up for the lack of disco lights, both on the dance floor and during the performance of Lets Bitter Cinema*.

And it’s LBC we’ve really come to talk about. He’s a one-man electro-scuzz riot from Sheffield using walls of sound to create a hermetically-sealed bubble of LBC-noise, inside which he stands emitting a feeling of barely-pent-up energy and hitting instruments to make loud sounds. Guitars, electronics and megaphone are all employed to this end, creating that scratchy breed of melody which skirts round the edge of being tuneful so that it’s just close enough to sneer audibly at the concept without ever getting close enough to be accused of being outright harmonious. Meanwhile, combined rhythms fight with and around each other until a complex and somehow toe-tapping arrhythmia is achieved; and shouted vocals/samples introduce a riot-like atmosphere.

To complement this aggressive attitude, the keyboard is fed through a rack of sound up-fuckers so that it sounds like a building collapsing (but, like, in an aesthetic manner), and a general sense of art as declaration of war prevails. As the opening vocal chant angrily proclaims: “Here we come: ready or not…” Personally, I’m just as happy to be discombobulated by electroscuzz-rock attacks when I’m not prepared for it, but I can see why those of a more nervous disposition might wish to steel themselves first…