The kids have guns, and the guns have strings and keys, and the strings and keys are screaming, screaming like a Hammer flick heroine pursed through the night by marauding zombies, marauding zombies with axes and trowels and knives and sticks, knives and sticks and bats and guns, guns with strings and keys and arrrgggghhhh…

Rolo Tomassi are teenagers from Sheffield. They can’t buy booze. They can’t vote. They probably can’t legally drive, not on public roads. It’s entirely likely that that don’t yet have an elementary qualification in base-level physics, and that their mums still wash their P.E. kits while daddy Tomassi helps with the homework. But, Rolo Tomassi are also probably the most exciting grind-cum-Casio-cum-hard-come-whatever _core band in Britain as of right this bloody minute. And a minute spent in the company of Rolo Tomassi is a particularly bloody minute.