Be Your Own Pet / The Kills

Watching the various members of Be Your Own Pet collide around stunningly atomic lead-singer Jemina Pearl is like watching nuclear fission blown up in front of you, emitting the force of a thousand rocket-launches, conducted with particles the size of cannonballs. As their frenetically energetic, jittering power rock kicks off; each member of the sized crowd is knocked back in a chain-reaction of lustful awe. The aforementioned Pearl oozes the kind of on-stage sexuality that gets beneath the skin, sending every onlooker wild from within.

Their all-too-brief but highly-charged set seems to take reference from no-one but themselves, their unique sound leaves a crowd converted to their seductive musical ways. Karen O, move over, you’ve been usurped.

If only the same could be said for The Kills. Opener ‘No Wow’ is pulsating enough, but after Be Your Own Pets’ onslaught, they find it hard to keep up.

Lumbering drum patterns roll along like the rhythmic clatter of a train on rusty tube-tracks, a feeling that comforts and controls but does little more. Not long after, much like on a long train-journey, you soon start to wish you’d brought something along to read. With the lights in the Rescue Rooms too dim for tucking into Richard & Judy’s latest top tip, there’s little left to do than look on with passive indifference... or spend the time mentally reliving Be Your Own Pet.

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