Their presence is vivid. Like a boulder, it’s hard to miss. And like a boulder rolling off a cliff into your back garden, impossible to prepare for. The band is destructive and unnerving, but insidious and slow. They'll creep up on you – more like a glacier, actually - then swaddle, chillingly, to the bone. Starting their set off with Auto Neutron, this happens immediately. All punters unaware of Fat White Family, just like that, know all they need to know. Their values, ethos, politics, habits, lives could not be more apparent if they were written across the band’s bare naked chests.
Their Trainspotting, come US hillbilly slacker image hints at this, while their lyrics and melodies confirm. These guys are urchins. They’re caricature Dikension badies, rejected by society – or perhaps rejecting of society – repelling en masse, as they leave few unsavoury topics left unturned. Song titles including Bomb Disneyland, I Am Joseph Stalin, Touch The Leather and Cream of The Young all require little explanation. Controversial and grotesque? One hundred percent. But, topical. Terrorism, sexual harassment and dictatorships are all issues relevant to today’s society. And if music is an art form, why not use it to probe truths and startle? To overlook the possibility of this band’s genius rejects music as an art form. They are the new form of Punk.