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Tokyo Sex Destruction
Lades Kælder, CPH, Sept 14th

More than a year after Gearbox first excitedly told me about this wild, Catalan punk r'n'r band called Tokyo Sex Destruction he was trying to book for a CPH show, it finally happened, and of course Gearbox was out of town that night, and though there was no cover for the show, only a select few had found their way through suddenly windy, autumnal CPH down the stairs to Lades Kælder on this Wednesday night. Quite a fitting place to start a revolution, really, and that was exactly what Tokyo Sex Destruction seemed determined to do: Start it, here and now, low turn-up be damned! The revolution, as Gil Scott-Heron prophecied, will be live, and, if TSD can have it their way, a hell of a ball, which they prove by playing and dancing like absolute maniacs for more than an hour of high-speed, super energetic, youth-fuelled, and joy-filled punk r'n'r, tinged with the odd psychedelic flavouring, frantic melodies, and even, on the encore "Song to Apologize", an extended acapella midpiece. Singer and spiritual advisor RJ Sinclair dances like an epileptic seizure in front of the tiny stage throughout the show, leaving the few snotty Vikings who have found their way down here awestruck. Emma Goldman would have been so proud.

Jon A