Much less exciting were Evans The Death; infact their lead singer offered the only sliver of intrigue, her vocals starting out an immaculate Debbie Harry imitation, before veering into Long Blondes-esque stratospheres, and strangest of all a Sophie Ellis Bextor hue (think her latest album and Theaudience rather than her dancefloor robotics). Vocalist aside, the band seemed bored to be there. Unlike the Blondie claims to the latter, Evans The Death is not a group.
Finally Let's Wrestle (pictured). What a bizarre and compelling combination; a lead singer that sings like Liam Gallagher and yet quips and talks like Uncle Monty from Withnail and I. Precision drumming and autistically attentive bass playing complete the trio as they play with breakneck speed, dragging along the slovenly shouted vocals, rarely in tune but never unlistenable. With the zeal of early Supergrass, they're a boarding school Libertines, and somewhere there's also a hint of T-rex thrown into the mix. Yet the brown nylon attire and whiskey swigging bravado make Let's Wrestle their own unique brand of unglam rock.
The Lexington, 7 January. Part of the Fortuna Pop Winter Sprinter.