South London 6-piece Fat White Family venture out of their natural habitat to push every single boundary whilst airing out their latest album, Songs For Our Mothers.

Saul blinks into the light, looking as scuzzy and lost as ever, as the band dive into a scrappy debut album single ‘Auto Neutron’. Its not long till Saul ditches the oversized, tattered brown suit (the kind that you would borrow to attend a court hearing) and there we have it; The Fat Whites’ grubby aesthetic is restored.

The band storm through a ground-breaking set, while managing to remain looking as half soaked as ever. They weave effortlessly through a string of crowd favourites, from Champagne Holocaust‘s unnerving ‘Touch The Leather’ to the narcotic rings of their latest single, ‘Whitest Boy On The Beach’.

Saul’s glassy eyes scan the crowd from the safety of the monitors, as a sea of fists rise to ‘Bomb Disneyland’’s sparse, disjointed chorus; whilst Saul scrambles hazily between the wings, the edge of the stage and inevitably the crowd over and over again, before drawing the carnage to a close with a simple muffled “Cheers”.

Abbi Lennon
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