God Love You For a Liar (formerly Plastik)

Nobody will ever be bored at a Plastik gig. Their singer/ guitarist Gareth Moss looks like JJ72’s Mark Greaney, and dances like the bastard child of Muse’s Matt Bellamy and John Travolta. Bass player Andy Natt is a study in Indie Cool, but the real praise should be reserved for Plastik’s drummer. I know, I know drummers aren’t usually the most interesting of creatures to look at; especially as they’re usually stuffed at the back of the stage behind somebody; but Plastik’s Paul Cox is up there with Keith Moon for interesting drum performances. For an awful lot of their set he had the look of a man whose head was about to explode. If he was a cartoon you could have drawn in the steam jetting out from his ears and hence if I could I would award Plastik 5 bubbles in his honour even though I think he helped in scaring away a few people. Unfortunately as we keep on getting told: “We may be amateurs but we have to act professionally. ” Bah! Where’s the fun in that?

If by some bizarre twist of the fate The Osmonds had been inspired by Suede when writing Puppy Love (yes, yes technically impossible but we are talking hypothetically here) then they would have surely ended up with the opener: Drive-In Movie Eyes. Plastik’s closing song has guitars that sound like a jet engine taking off and in between was a lot of glam-pop-indie performed at 40000000 miles an hour with vocals that screeched, rasped and snarled their way to a close.