This is the now though, few bands are more now than The Kills, and when they come on the place goes mad. They already attract a hoard of devotees without having yet released an album. There are VV look-a-likes everywhere. Happily, the garage duo doesn't disappoint, delivering a righteous display of narco-garage classics like 'Cat Claw' from the 'Black Rooster' EP as they hit their stride early.
What quickly becomes crystal is that VV is the star. With her raven black hair shrouding her pretty, face she treats us to a performance of oestrogen fuelled rage and passion. The sexual tension/chemistry between her and Hotel is palpable; if they aren't doing the nasty (as they claim) then they sure do have some issues to resolve. For most of the songs they are face-to-face and on some like album track 'Hitched', they are inches apart, a duel.
Sheer brilliance then and during the chorus of 'Fuck the people' ('hey fuck the people') it feels as if the world is ours.