Prog Wrestling Party

I'm not sure if I'm afraid of The Prog or not. It's not necessarily the beards, the long flowing locks and the capes that do me up, but the sheer earnestness of it, the po-faced seriousness when in actual fact, it's all a bit nonce. Apart from the capes of course - as we all know, capes are the shit.

Cleckhuddersfax though, they want no part of the prog-nonce. They want to prog-party. Oh my.

Yes, they have beards, they have long flowing locks, they have prog, but they also have bright-orange-wrestling-leotards-with-groinal-fur, and a realisation of the ridiculousness of it all, that swings the prog-o-meter around from anal nonce-sense to prog-pop genius-ness.

So whilst there are songs that start with Zep-effected portense, they soon ascend into faux-Rammstein vocals and group chanting, slightly shonky synths and occasionally-nearly-pop. You start with Kashmir, and you end up with Cash Converters, and that's alright by me.

Live, it's turned up to 11, and really, you've not lived until you've had a face full of leotard - Cleckhuddersfax play at the Brixton Windmill on the 5th of June, you must be seeing them.

The two tracks are from their CDR that you can get via their website, you can hear and see more at their Myspace, and they're due to release something on Fancy Paradise Records in the not too distant.

Cleckhuddersfax - Deep Vein Dinosnoutosis

Cleckhuddersfax - Elephantitan