My self-imposed no ‘tattooed white shouty geezers with guitars’ ban has been lifted. IDLES came to LA ahead of a lot of hype and buzz and for me more than delivered. If I’m honest, I’m not really into shouty and heavy indie punk but when it’s this good – helped by witty lyrics, limitless passion and Spinal Tap (but not in a lame way) on stage rock and roll histrionics –  it can work. The energy was relentless as was the wall of sound – I had a double barrier of both ear plugs and safety headphones for my tinnitus – and it was still loud as fuck. I also like their aggression and anger, I think it taps into something we are perhaps all feeling. Coming from Bristol UK, their words, songwriting and themes captures the gloomy state of a divided, directionless and challenged nation, a state largely brought on by the Brexit calamity. Agggh, don’t mention the dreaded B word! The best live show I’ve seen in a long time.