THE CATHETERS + TERRASHIMA + DEATH TO D.J.'S + ATTICUS FINCH26th May 2002 Straight out of
Seattle via Peterborough, The
Catheters delivered a bubbling amalgam of American garage punk fury
for the exquisitely infected pierced belly button generation.After realising that riding around shopping malls on planks of wood wasn't the best way of going about a new band, the lads swapped their skateboards for wailing guitars. Completely intoxicating, or intoxicated, I'm not exactly sure which, their songs were as hook-laden as energetic on Sunday night. A corrosive, sloganeering assault which would make any aging rock icon - as seen on TV. Support band Terrashima put on some Ramones style guitar thrashing, incendiary instrumentals, occasional anguish and some unforgettable face-pulling. It's not for everyone. It's certainly not for Blur fans. Nor is it the best dinner party band in the world. But in its own noisy way, great fun. Makers of sinus decongestants beware. Death To DJs moved along at a fair old lick with an anorak free choice of material. They hollered up a storm with a razor-sharp execution of adrenaline-fuelled punk thrash. Like a wolf in sheep's clothing, they got past Red Riding Hood's door and are now killing granny with heavy thrills and minimum fuss. It takes some nerve and even more ego to open a concert, with a thrilling, rattling blast of Abba's "Supertrouper", setting the agenda for adolescent enthusiasm, yet attractive extremism. But that's what newly named Atticus Finch (formerly Chekira) does: compounding the absurdity by hopping around the stage like frogs, trundling into the hit, they made it much less of a chart fodder in my opinion. Aranda Garrard, Peterborough Evening Telegraph |