They could be rock �n� roll stars. They could, honest. If only they tried just that little bit harder.

And they use decks. And they sequence some of the most freaky, gyrating-hip inducing sounds you�re likely to experience this side of a Bontempi organ demo track. Oh, and they just happen to be throwing together some of the most exciting, razor-headed, come-on-have-a-go dance music you�re ever likely to have tripped across. But that aside, they are rock and roll. And why not.

Rock and roll has, over the years, walked arm in arm with various partners and slid through several guises. This time around it�s dance music that�s getting a bit of a facelift, and about time too. The faceless, hide behind your vast banks of records and sequencers attitude of rave culture gone by has given way to fully blown, in-your-face, look-at-me explosive performances.

They�ve also got a frontman, attractively known as Wrekked Train - surely the worst name for a singer in pop history. I mean, what�s wrong with Dave? - who doesn�t so much sing as mumble distorted poetry, sometimes reading from a crumpled ink-blotted piece of paper, sometimes simply grooving like a gibbon.

And this is possibly just what dance music has been waiting for. Ordinary blokes who can�t dance very well and can�t remember the words to their songs. Imagine what the Happy Mondays� Bez would have been like had he been furnished with a microphone and centre stage and you probably wouldn�t end up too far away from Mr Wrekked Train.

They�ve been critically lumped into the presently ultra-hip big-beat genre and for a change this is an appropriately accurate categorisation. You go in expecting a big beating and a bloody big beating is exactly what you get.