iLiKETRAiNS @ Cabaret Voltaire

Armed with a projector which presents flashing images of burning buildings and doomed Antarctic explorers, iLiKETRAiNS certainly know how to put on a cataclysmic show as they bolster the historical gravitas of their already weighty debut album. However, even when it breaks down during the chilling Death of an Idealist, it only helps to focus more on the beguiling appeal of this macabre quintet, ominously dressed in black ties with black mourning armbands. In fact, they effortlessly command attention for the duration, even though they remain suitably impassive, stoic even, until the epic crescendo of Spencer Perceval ignites them into a flurry of hair and flailing limbs. As they leave amidst a riotous cacophony of feedback, the British Rail symbol is projected onto the backdrop, leaving the audience in no doubt as to the veracity of their name. The response from the crowd leaves little doubt that they in turn like iLiKETRAiNS. [Darren Carle]