The past 20 minutes are easily forgiven as he offers to donate the extra ticket to his journalist companion for the evening, suggesting a low-key bar up the street for an interview. A live wire. A quick-talking, wildly-gesturing, beer-slamming socialite. Their two-piece rock outfit, composed only of a guitar, drums and shared vocal duties, blow through live sets with stampeding force. Clap your fucking hands! Their merits have been praised in magazines across the city, including this one.

The background: It used to be that spoof or merely "arch" bands, whose sincerity of intent was hard to detect, usually remained music press in-jokes, but ever since the mainstream success of Electric Six and the Darkness — or, for that matter, Scissor Sisters or Eagles of Death Metal or Jet, or the Datsuns , who tend, unless we've mightily missed the point, towards the cartoonishly OTT because they're less than serious — the general public has been more accommodating towards outfits who appear to have their tongues firmly lodged in their cheeks. And so it's no wonder that New Jersey duo the Gay Blades are currently generating a lot of attention, not just from journalists who like this sort of thing because they get the gags and the references, but also from proper radio stations with lots of listeners and everything. The band features hypermanic frontman Clark Westfield aka The Aristocrat of Crime on the mic and Puppy Mills aka The Snitch showcasing his impressively dexterous drumming, with occasional bass duties courtesy of the less glamorously monikered Jeff Plate.

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