Uncle John and Whitelock @ Henry's Cellar Bar

It's the second night of Uncle John and Whitelock's farewell jaunt and with no sense of ceremony, front man Jake Lovatt takes to the stage and says nothing more than, "For the last time in Auld Reekie…" They launch into a string of songs that sound like the monstrous, fish-head-eating-offspring of Nick Cave and Murder City Devils. Low dang dirty rock 'n' roll, twisted blues riffing and rockabilly beats blast out amongst Lovatt's hollers and yells. He mutters weird nonsensical shit between songs, losing himself as well as an audience too enraptured to even notice. He repeatedly jumps into a crowd that doesn't always manage to catch him. As the show reaches its psychobilly crescendo, the sense of occasion slowly filters through and it becomes all too apparent that Uncle John and Whitelock are leaving a wonderful final testament that has been given to us all too soon. [Neil Ferguson]