OOOAHHHHRRGH! OOAAAARRHHRGGHH! OOARHHHARGGH!! That's the chorus lyrics of about four of Kes Band's songs, not the sound of me giving birth. Instead of singing, sometimes they just scream random vowel sounds. It's hilarious at first and then it's awesome. Their songs run for not very long - most seem to be about 2.30 - and basically none of them have any kind of coda section. It's verse, chorus, verse, chorus, improvisation, chorus, end. It's rough and it's raw and it's like being punched in the face by a panda. You're like, no, no, don't do you it you big black and white bastard, and then as the fist is headed towards your so far unbroken nose you can't help but smile because it's such a goddamn cute panda. Kes are like that. You can't help but grin.

They look like they've slumped off the pavement of Manchester to walk in to the place and haven't even changed out of their weird plastic-looking jackets. They jump about and yell out and then sometimes wander in and out of a cute quaint short pop song and then back in to some yelling. It's actually incredibly good music. The guitar solos are intricate and the drums are often epic, with mallets and brushes used to create booming, soothing beats that elevate the strangeness of the music to some kind of wizardry. Songs were incredible as always, and a little inter-band duet didn't hurt either with the lady of Songs joining Kes for a lovely number (no yelling in that one). Songs are still one of the best bands in Sydney at the moment, and worth seeing before they disappear on some kind of worldwide tour. To be honest I missed half their set so I won't pretend I know much about the gig. I'm a terrible person, but I like random yelling, OK?