I saw them recently
and was blown away. Grinding blues and garage rock minimalism.
John Peel said: "they're the most exciting live act since the hendrix experience."
When I saw them, Jack got hit in the face with a shoe. He was just beginning to play "I just don't know what to do with myself" he stopped, walked to the back of the stage to check his mouth with his hand. Meg looked on concerned. THe crowd was yelling Boos at the fucker who threw the shoe.
Did jack yell? Walk off stage? No he just checked for blood, and pumped out a raging fit of blues that squealled like an army of pigs. It was gorgeous, man.