Holy Fuck

Holy Fuck – 100 Club, London. 08/04/2008

When you're a band and you decide on the name Holy Fuck, you're not really doing yourself any favours. Media exposure is going to be pretty tricky, you can't imagine the Jo Whiley's of the world uttering that moniker in between playing the latest Kooks single. You also run the risk of entering into "look at us with our shocking name" territory (e.g. Selfish Cunt) and let's face it; no band wants to go there. These factors plus the constant disapproving glares from respective Mothers means you have to agree that Holy Fuck are a pretty brave band. Brave? Yes. Stupid? Well a rammed 100 Club audience certainly doesn't think so.

Stupidity however has not escaped the doorman. His insistence that the "guestlist is full" followed by the inevitable fifteen minute argument means I miss the first few numbers. This is made even more irritating when I eventually get in and see the reaction they're getting from the crowd. Holy Fuck create a chaotic sound that's hard to pigeon hole. Imagine Chemical Brother's "Star Guitar" being covered by Death From Above 1979 and your not a million miles away from tonight's set closer "Super Inuit". However not all the songs sound like they could soundtrack a speed addled Scalectrix session, "Lovely Allen" recalls My Bloody Valentine at their most blissful.

Don't be fooled by the name. Holy Fuck are far more endearing than they'd let you believe.