Monotonix @ Sneaky Pete's, 19 Aug

If you're unconvinced by the attraction of standing directly beneath a wild-eyed, hairy, garage-metalling demoniac with sweat oozing from every pore, accumulating on miniscule underpants before cascading into your eyes and mouth as you try not to buckle under the pressure of keeping him perched on a drummers stool high above the baying masses, tonight it's time to reevaluate the way you're living. It’s tempting to be snooty and suggest that this is performance art contrivance, and yes it’s what Israeli mentalists Monotonix do day in, day out. But the manic exuberance with which they terrorise Sneaky Pete's, utilising every inch and beyond (at one stage everybody decamps, hilariously, outside as the show continues) whilst engaging each and every one of the positively feral crowd as eager props, strongly suggests that each occasion offers a unique experience. Makes you want to lick their ass-cracks – but tonight, that was someone else’s job. Next time!