It's Le Tigre crossing swords with Bis while RATM hand round the half time oranges and At the Drive In shove microphones down the spectators' throats. It's drum machines, samples, half-rapped/half-screamed boy-girl vocals, grinding noise and a hell of a lot of fuzz and distortion. It's clumsy and awkward, mal-timed and flailing, repetitive and driving, and it sounds like it was recorded in a studio sponsored by Fisher Price. It's also very loud, very driving and not a little dizzying.

It's Tiger Force; and it's rather good. Angry music, certainly, but far be it from me to guess what it's angry about – the lyrics are either indecipherably cryptic or simply indecipherable. Determinedly DIY and belligerently playful/experimental, Tiger Force are at much at home with "recorder freakouts" as they are with screaming guitars, and for this we applaud them. If you're not averse to having your ears punished by walls of hissing electro fuzz and like a bit of an edge to your originality, you could do worse than check out Tiger Force.