Fine live band, but strictly second division Ska punkers on record, nowhere near The Prawn or The Bosstones or Capdown. Fabulous Disaster take them on and win them over in minutes - four women who seriously rock, who would grab the toughest audience by the scruff of the neck and get that pit going. It's no-messing Ramones full speed punk pop played with ball scrunching authority, a rhythm section as tight as any seen anywhere. Far better than the Lunachicks, they should be the role model for every girl who got laughed at when they tried to play barre chords on guitars built for men, should be on Top of the Pops and the school curriculum. Do not miss this band live.
Mad Caddies have a problem.
Their mainman Chuck sounds like he's been gargling baby iguanas, and that's before he tries to sing. I don't know Mad Caddies' line up, friends and relations well enough to tell you who came onstage to help, or what some of the stranger ditties were that they filled the set with but total vocal collapse was not enough to stop the party.