White Denim's drummer Joshua Block comes from the same physical gene pool as Will Ferrell, Tom Waits and Ron Perlman and rides his kit right at the front of the stage. His arms wind milling like a man swimming with meat knives, cutting into each wave as it passes with the zeal of a drunk mid remembrance of a favorite song. Straddled either side by guitarist and bass player to make up this year's Banana Splits. This year's Magic Band. This year's Monkees.

Debut album, Workout Holiday just in the shops. A frenetic yet accessible blending of southern wildcat zest and inventive charm that could only derive from a band that are far more clued up that they'd ever let on, a similar trick to that pulled off by prime era Pavement. White Denim have everything going for them this year. Tonight's appearance at Koko's Club NME is marred by the kind of volcanic reverb an old theatre style building generates and this ill fits a band you need to see tight and dry as fuck in a sweaty bar to get a full grip on their maniacal moonshine melodies and near math-rock riffage.

White Denim are shape shifters, and tonight the song's are in mid mutation, arriving somewhere else by the time you grip what they had been playing a moment ago. A short blast of new single Shake, Shake, Shake's Beasties-esque gang intro gallops into frenetic lashes of wah wah, while the venue's reverb adds an oddly rockabilly twang to James Petralli's voice. Losing your grip here is to be encouraged. It's been a long time since a band came along both so viscerally for-the-kids and yet truly idiosyncratic and White Denim still have some way to go in terms of their name catching on before a song like 'Don't Look That Way At It' is crowned the guitar looped anthem it demands. Judging by the way they blast through tonight, like pirates drunk on loot, the more we have of White Denim, the better.