Les Incompetents @ The Vine
By Dru PearcyOnly a handful of bands have lyrics that when cut bleed humour and wit, music that sparks involuntary bouts of movement resembling that of a seizure, an image gleaming like a 6ft neon sign that says 'now', a set void of a single poor effort AND who possess the ability to hold an audience even if they were doused in Kerosene and set alight. Now I could say that Les Incompetents slot into the pigeon hole marked 'Average', but you know better than that.
Taking to what tonight we'll call a stage (but tomorrow we'll call a corner of a grotty pub) with the immortal words "This is a gig. Not a BMP rally" the precedent is well and truly laid down before a rather splendid rendition of 'Oh What a Shame' is spat all over the faces of the front row. And for the next forty minutes the audience are held at gun-point while been pistol-whipped by the brilliance of Les Inc's Indie fusion. But come on what do you expect when you have a frontman that is the love child of Jarvis Cocker, Eddie Argos and Gogol Bordello?
'Much Too Much' and 'Reunion' are gleaming gold nuggets amongst a field of them and 'How It All Went Wrong' is a set-closer that immediately makes all of its counterparts head straight for the Dole queue, whilst evoking an en-masse invasion (of sorts) onto the Vine's 'stage' and raising the question how did everyone else get it so wrong?
