When it comes to rock bands, size doesn't always matter.

Guitar/drums two-piece Winnebago Deal made a huge, churning noise reminiscent of late-Eighties grunge bands such as Mudhoney; all flailing hair, screamed vocals and gloriously dense riffs.

Young Londoners Million Dead are prime candidates to carry on where At The Drive-in left off.

They had the same livewire intensity and complex, innovative tunes and may, one day, scale the same heights of genius as their heroes.

Turbonegro are definitely - perhaps thankfully - a one-off; the world's only gay, Scandinavian, sailor-punk, glam-metal band.

In front of drums and four pouting guitar heroes in matching denim jackets and leather caps, bare-chested, fat-bellied, face-painted singer Hank taunted us with camp insinuations regarding such beloved institutions as the Royal Family, Millwall football team and - gasp! - even the BBC itself.

Songs such as I Got Erection and Sell Your Body To The Night are Hanoi Rocks on bad acid, by way of prime Alice Cooper.

The hardcore fans in full sailor drag can't get enough, even when drenched in blood from a bucket during the song of the same name.

Turbonegro are a fabulous, bad-taste, rock 'n' roll party.

Sell your body to their cause.

Review by Ben Graham, features@theargus.co.uk