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Nambucca's one of those pubs that wants so badly to be the centre of something; the hub of a scene or the place where a musical revolution is kicked off over a pint of lager. The old-skool Super Streetfighter 2 arcade machine is positively aching for young people to appreciate the irony and lean against it to smoke cigarettes. But as long as Holloway Road remains a long stretch of shops that merely connects Highbury with the cushy Northern suburbs, it's going to be waiting a long time indeed.

What Would Jesus Drive are the kind of band that ought to be something. Formed from the ashes of nearly-rans, The Barbs, they've taken the beefed-up surf rock guitars of their previous band and added a veneer of wild-eyed suburban lyrical stress. “Boomtown Twats” opens like a WW2 gun emplacement, with drummer Tom Bonner seemingly not satisfied until he’s burst someone’s appendix through soundwaves alone.

When Tim Box shouts, “Thank God for non-stop drinking in the modern age, thank God that fucking useless indie band has left the stage” he could just as well be talking about the rest of the night’s forgetfully flaccid line-up, rather than just part of the fight-dodging lyrics of “Black & Blue”.  Box is like an ADHD Buddy Holly, whether it’s declaring he “I don't wanna work, I don’t wanna learn” to “Awful Kids” or thrashing out a punked-up surf-riff.

The Girls Are In Charge” has bass player Amy Casey leading with heavy creeping bruiser of a track.  It's a shame because the sparse crowd don't appreciate it. This is a struggle to escape domestic tedium and suffocation through the medium of three chords, and the onlookers are as inspired as much by their pints as the clutch of songs coming off the stage.

"You Can't Be Too Careful" turns a woman's suburban trek to buy booze from the Co-Op into a mini headtrip of the shopping-run grind. And in the sub-genre of songs-about-tramp-fear, it’s a sneer of knowing contempt at smalltown mentalities, recognisable to anyone who ever had to grow up in a stagnant commuter belt.


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