In Nog Gallery's low ceilinged basement, I find a couple of guys with keyboards, laughing their way through a very short set filled with technical glitches in front of a mid-afternoon crowd. One of them, I'm reliably informed, is Rory from the Trash club - this is their first gig and they've only practiced twice. After a few minutes, they get through a couple of songs that sound pretty good when everything's working. The flat beats and catchy synth gets people's feet moving, and the timespan defies all those yawnsome neverending 12" efforts of 90's dancefloor electronica, instead installing a much-needed punky ethic and a rasping edge.

Both of which are descriptions that apply even more so to Les Georges Leningrad. They roll onto the stage in a collection of masks, facepaint and trashy metallic clothing, wigs and facial hair, scrawled logos and marker pen designs on naked flesh, and launch directly into their bizarre brand of completely fucked mutant avant-garde punk 'n' roll. The drums are battered and pounded within an inch of their lives, various keyboards buzz and clatter all over the place, underscored by truly evil growling grind-bass. Vocals come howling and distorted from the singer, who almost shakes her black bobbed wig off vibrating around the stage. Between songs, there are ambient pieces - the drummer gets up and holds a tiny keyboard against the back wall of the room, reaching back and slapping away at his cymbals. Then they launch back into more of their harsh but somehow completely listenable and absorbing noise. The visual spectacle seems to make perfect sense in the context of their music. This isn't some kind of attention grabbing pantomime routine - their show simply wouldn't be the same without it.

Les Georges Leningrad are really something to behold live, so much so that I go to see them again later in the evening at Barden's for their Delete Yourself gig with the amazing Crystal Castles (click for a description) and the acrobatic but slightly laboured Dandi Wind. They ruled, of course. Again. If you see that Les Georges playing your way anywhere soon, I couldn't recommend their raw, nasty "petro-chemical rock" more.