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The Attik, Leicester

Fri, 21 May 2004

Onto the stage come the wizards from planet Kiajaroovah. This is one of Leicestershire's best heavy, bands hell-bent on moving the ideas of rock and roll away from long guitar solo's, boring whining American accents and pointless machismo. Instead they launch head-on into a grinding, rusty assualt aimed at scratching and scathing at anything brave enough to stand up to it. They have their moments of carefully executed calm seen in 'Viable MAterial' and moments of melodic assertion in 'Pop$ong' which punches and grinds like Iggy Pop getting raped by a hoard of ants and the end of this inconcievable set it felt like The Attik was about to become The Basement.

Author: JR


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