Sometimes you just know that what you are watching is all wrong. But, like a David Lynch movie, it all warps into place, and that’s exactly the feeling you get when you watch the Legendary Shack Shakers.

Like the bastard son of the Legendary Stardust Cowboy and Iggy Pop, it was a stage show that only the truly initiated would ever enjoy, but on a hot Monday evening downstairs at Komedia we were like a room full of chickens waiting to be southern-fried. All we wanted was for this weirdly remarkable band to turn up the heat.

The “Colonel” (LSS’s front man) charismatically imploded all modern performance iconography – chewing on his harp, spitting, saluting, gesticulating, even amplifying the tendons of his own vocal chords. His brilliant band happily plundered their way through the set, extrapolating the best from all genres; bluegrass, skiffle, klezma, military-rock and psychobilly.

Together they generated a sound of Deep South dysfunctional mayhem. Here is a band for the truly outcast.

Supported by local wannabees and gonnabees The Devil Wrays whose infectious psycho-beats and driving double bass riffs sent rhythms right through to your tattooed toes.