Reviews

These guys exude a righteous love of hardcore, a love that infects everyone in the band’s vicinity.

When the guys added rockier elements to their more centre-reggae songs, they hit the nail on the head, making you wonder why Warren Haynes never did a stint in Kingston as a session player.

Mark Lanegan could well be the bastard child of Mr Waits and a demonic temptress.

"We are greeted by the spooky image of a (static-filled) triangle above the heads of the band."

The quartet work through a taut set that bounces ebbs and flows from sonic aggression to tempered vulnerability with grace and precision.

Rock for the masses.

The whole set feels as if it is one big psychedelic freakout from the wrong decade, and it works so well it’s clear that the hype behind the band is warranted.

The amused crowd woof-whistled and howled, either because they thought DaNaJ’s ‘bear’ coat and signature beard were extremely wild,or they were impressed by the band’s acting abilities.

The most recent, self directed addition to the Santigold video catalouge requires somewhat of a self interpretation