The Rescue Rooms archives: 2016

FAT WHITE FAMILY, FAT WHITE FAMILY LIVE AT RESCUE ROOMS

  • Sunday 21st February 2016
  • Supported by: TBC

FAT WHITE FAMILY

Genre: Indie, new wave punk

Hometown: London

About: It’s not just out of ghoulish fascination that people flock to Fat White Family gigs these days. A year ago, they were the horror show people watched through their fingers, the south London Charles Manson apologists famed for throwing a pig’s head at a vegan fan, masturbating on stage and occasionally smearing themselves in faeces. But their notoriety has grown hand-in-hand with a bona fide cult appeal. What sounded a ramshackle mess in their Brixton back-rooms has become an engrossing primal squall in these bigger venues, and they’ve emerged in interviews as an astute collective of underclass warriors so uninterested in mainstream acceptance, they actually – gasp! – say what they think. They’re the car crash we slowed down to gawp at, then accelerated to swerve into.

So it’s to a degree of hero worship that Lias Saoudi – vocals of pure space babble, limbs by Dunlop – convulses topless to music freshly dredged from the sludge beneath the rock’n’roll abbatoir. Whether communing with the ancients via the sacrificial chants of Auto Neutron, flailing wildly to the wonky Munster go-go of Heaven on Earth or emitting the noise of a demon finally leaving a possessed child at the end of a cinematic exorcism, Lias channels the menacing abandon of Iggy Pop and the Birthday Party more than he does the scatological shock art of GG Allin. As FWF slather their decomposing rock slime over evil psychedelic drones and antique surf rock, it’s Lias’ themes – paedophilia, S&M, parental prostitution – that contrive to offend. The sweaty car sex of Is It Raining in Your Mouth? unsettles, Cream of the Young is begging for its own Yewtree file and when Lias seedily drawls, “Me and my baby gonna touch that leather”, it’s both a sleaze-rock benchmark and the worst audition for the Fifty Shades of Grey soundtrack imaginable. A better balance towards the protest politicking of demented finale Bomb Disneyland will come once they’re accustomed to being taken seriously, but it’s heartening to watch the rise of a genuine gang of outspoken auteurs. From a prudent distance.

- The Guardian, live review

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Please note this is a 14+ show.

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