Bo Ningen's reputation for brutal live performances is the stuff of building surveyors' nightmares.

On the final night of their current tour, the Japanese four-piece took to the stage looking like intergalactic invaders, miles of long black hair obscuring their faces for an outlandishly theatrical burst of howls and string-wringing, the pulverising intensity of which was relentlessly ferocious.

III, their new album, is a more brooding, mature record than the two albums they initially sent anyone with a rock pulse rushing to the shelves for.

Single Dadada, uncharacteristically for a band known to create songs akin to convoluted, rollercoasting movements devised for some drum-smashing opera, clocks in at under six minutes, with singer Taigen Kawabe's forlorn vocals washing hauntingly behind the blitz of guitars.

Blazing under a frenzy of light beams, almost the entirety of the rest of their set consisted of mighty riffs setting off on one thunderous tangent after the next.

Their finale was a many-sectioned beast which almost defied the limitations of traditional instruments, one axe spinning in the air while drummer Monchan Monna leapt from on high to issue one last concussive smash.

Few bands in the world possess such electrifying capacities.