Before they play a note, you just know what Glasgow’s Fangs (***) will sound like. Look-at-me hair + New Romantic fashion + luminous make-up + studied nonchalance = filthy, arty electro-punk, with lashings of synth. It would be easy to label them 21st-century-Blondie wannabes, or singer ‘The Queen’ a Karen O sound-a-like, but Fangs have got just enough bite to put paid to such cynicism.
Brooklyn-based Santi White – Santogold (****) to us – is another easy target for the cynics, who question whether the former A&R rep is anything more than a carefully marketed, cross-genre musical magpie. Tonight she proves she is much more than even that; she’s a consummate performer. Flanked by two identical fem-bot dancers who spontaneously break into movement at choreographed moments, the flat-capped, bling-eared White bounces through You’ll Find A Way and L.E.S. Artisites before the capacity crowd can swallow their first drink. The non-singles do sap momentum, so she pulls a few punters up on stage for a dance-off, and rounds off the set with the big, brash, and only slightly annoying The Creator. Even if you harbour doubts about the music, you’ve gotta love her enthusiasm.
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