Post-interlude a strange cat with Vocoder emerges and announces: "HELLO. PLEASE. WELCOME. POLYSICS". Red flashes flit across the stage-Afro, asymmetric and pigtails respectively. We get just a ‘Hello!’, then virtually non-stop bonkers juddering squealing beeping banging yelling spiky day-glo infectious punk pop. Afro and asymmetric bounce and shudder, their fingers twist up and down guitars while pigtails slams the keys like an unhinged typist. How can they have so much energy? The front man, asymmetric, positively bleeds enthusiasm. There’s a pause for breath, amp fiddle, then asymmetric announces: "HELLO! WE ARE POLYSICS FROM TOKYO JAPAN", he flexes a muscle and says "GIVE ME FIRE, COME ON GIVE ME FIRE!" and oh yes we give him fire. The fact that they have no eyes, just rectangular visors, is a little disturbing. With their jerks and squeaks it really does feels as if you are watching automatons, pigtails in particular seem watch you. All the time. Wait what’s this?. She gets out Golden Pom-poms and we get another slice of printed circuit board punk. Asymmetric: "THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!" Red flashes leave the stage, crouch in corner, while a slightly bemused but happy crowd remains still. Then they leaps back, towel in hand: "OH YEAH, OH YEAH, BUY MERCHANDISE!" before leaving us with a bleepbeep version of ‘My Charona’. Genius.
Post-interlude a strange cat with Vocoder emerges and announces: "HELLO. PLEASE. WELCOME. POLYSICS". Red flashes flit across the stage-Afro, asymmetric and pigtails respectively. We get just a ‘Hello!’, then virtually non-stop bonkers juddering squealing beeping banging yelling spiky day-glo infectious punk pop. Afro and asymmetric bounce and shudder, their fingers twist up and down guitars while pigtails slams the keys like an unhinged typist. How can they have so much energy? The front man, asymmetric, positively bleeds enthusiasm. There’s a pause for breath, amp fiddle, then asymmetric announces: "HELLO! WE ARE POLYSICS FROM TOKYO JAPAN", he flexes a muscle and says "GIVE ME FIRE, COME ON GIVE ME FIRE!" and oh yes we give him fire. The fact that they have no eyes, just rectangular visors, is a little disturbing. With their jerks and squeaks it really does feels as if you are watching automatons, pigtails in particular seem watch you. All the time. Wait what’s this?. She gets out Golden Pom-poms and we get another slice of printed circuit board punk. Asymmetric: "THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!" Red flashes leave the stage, crouch in corner, while a slightly bemused but happy crowd remains still. Then they leaps back, towel in hand: "OH YEAH, OH YEAH, BUY MERCHANDISE!" before leaving us with a bleepbeep version of ‘My Charona’. Genius.