Electric Eel Shock

Cargo has no atmosphere, and tonight Electric Eel Shock bustle onto stage fresh from a gig played at another venue.

The sight of three undeniably rockanroll japanese freaks is enough to cause a curious surge to the front of the stage.

The bass player puts on his bass

The singer attaches a studded wristband to his mic, and slings on a Flying V

The drummer strips and attaches his famous sock.

Electric Eel Shock cock sock rock and roll and set fire to the audience with the most flamboyant and energetic set since Ozzy Osbourne bit the head off a bat, then got electrocuted by his own mic stand while he threw it into the drumkit which had caught fire when the motorcycle the guitarist was riding crashed into the bass player's lava pit. (I made that last bit up...)

It is in the delighted faces of the assembled japanese fans, and in the incredulous amazement of the previously cautious london crowd that I can best reflect the effect that these three Nutters have on a room. But alas I have no photos!

It would be foolish to call them garage punk, and it would be ridiculous to say that they are the new direction in music, but they are a spectacle that takes all the best bits of all the most rocking bands in the world and jumbles it all together into a diy "best band in the world"

And did I mention that they are unbelievably GOOD.....