The band themselves are an effortlessly cool six piece that marry one of the most enigmatic frontmen you'll ever see, a backing band custom built to lock into a groove and even a cowbell-playing bongo-banging percussionist. The band took to the stage, and opened with a cowbell based number that sounded like an LCD Soundsystem b-side being reconstructed from beyond the k-hole. The frontman - is his name Aldous? Or is that the band? - started to move around like a combination of Bobby Gillespie and Jim Morrison, howling into the mic.
Aldous RH got more and more into it, as the last two numbers saw them get even better. Imagine a sexed-up spaced-out version of Bowie's Fame, brushed with a bit of Funkadelic influence. Times its hypothetical brilliance by ten, and you're not even close. As the sparkle-clad sextet ripped through their final mystic groove, you couldn't help be left feeling that this band really are something quite special... They're playing Rough Trade next month, so come along and get down with Aldous.
(Words: Cal Cashin)