Born from The Goat's Hill gritty streets, these over-40 rebels are the heartbeat of post-punk mayhem. Condor's old and new wave guitar shreds harder than your gran's Sunday roast. Ray's bold and bald, laying down dirty riffs with a filthy edge. Karl's bass rumbles like a dodgy curry, and Bolylingopoff on drums smashes skins and anything else that gets in his way.

Their gigs are more chaotic than a night out in Thailand. If you can't handle the noise and fury, you'd best stay home with a cuppa and your slippers.

Barricade: making middle age sound dangerous again.