If Quentin Tarantino stopped making films and started putting bands together, he might come up with something like Do Me Bad Things.

They have the same combination of style, innovation and sheer kick-ass rock'n'roll genius, without the graphic violence.

These nine completely different people take the best parts of about a dozen musical genres and splatter them all over the stage like a Jackson Pollock.

Female lead Chantal Brown did everything from gospelsoul vocal runs and trills to Aretha Franklin burning in hell over thrash-metal guitar and her bosom deserves a special mention for the most incredible, shirt-bursting, independent movement since Marilyn Monroe's.

Frontman Nikolai Prowse acted like he should be on Ritalin and had more costume changes than Shirley Bassey.

It takes a very skinny, incredibly cool man to carry off eyeliner and a glittery batwing jumper and he did it while working the audience like Playdough.

The third lead looked like a cross between Gary Oldman and Laurence Llewelyn-Bowen and sang like a Slipknot escapee on 100 fags a day. These three took turns wrenching out blissful rock melodies over Van Halen guitar riffs and irresistible rhythms. You could mosh to it or lapdance to it but you could not keep still to it.

All nine band members looked like they were throwing the best party in the world, from the big punk guitarist with the backwards baseball cap to the backing singer wearing a floppy hat and miniskirt, who seemed to have just wandered out of Woodstock.

There was not a duff song on the setlist, from the clapalong Metallica-style lullaby That's My Demographic to the heartfelt Eighties ballad Hold On.

Brown and Prowse flirted their way through the roaring hot funk of breakthrough single What's Hideous and Prowse whipped the crowd into frothing adoration with next single Move In Stereo.

Any song which started like a slow soul tune inevitably turned into hook-laden rock, while anything which ounded like metal would be piked half-way through by a spectacular beat breakdown.

Their album is called Yes! and is a must-buy. But if you can, see them live. Take a pogo-stick and your tightest pair of rock god trousers and prepare to split them with joy.