Otoboke Beaver, CCA, Glasgow, Thu 20 Feb
- Lorna Irvine
- 21 February 2020
Kyoto punk quartet are an absolute riot
A punked-out maelstrom in Mary Quant dresses, Kyoto band Otoboke Beaver go to places that lesser bands merely glance at.
Songs like 'Don't Call Me Mojo' straddle at least four different songs in one, starting in a military march, exploding into noise music, and landing in molten punk lava. This is not atypical: they can play anything, and at double speed.
Singer Accorinrin squeals, roars, chants and croons sardonically, taking on issues of feminism; stereotypes, body image, friendship, mischief, and avoiding creepy men, as with the brittle rejection call of 'Dirty Old Fart Is Waiting For My Reaction'. They are frequently hilarious. There's even a brush with punk pop in 'I Am Not Maternal'. 'Love Is Short!!''s 'ooh ooh ooh ooh' refrain is like a siren cry.
The whole band hurl themselves around, play insane changes of tempo, and have a frenetic secret weapon in the shape of the inimitable Yoyoyoshie, whose guitar riffs melt faces clean off, and flosses with the bones. She's also carried aloft by the crowd at the encore, which, brilliantly, consists of all of their shortest songs.
The battering ram, relentless drumming of Kahokiss gets the obligatory mosh pit stewing, but there's no weak link at all tonight, in a frenetic exercise in giving zero fucks. These women are the real deal.