You can pick out the Guapo virgins among the legions of converts in the crowd: they're either standing transfixed and very afraid or, according to Guapo, dashing for the nearest exit. The band [signed to Mike Patton's label], are all gothed up in Quaker hats, PVC boots and blue face paint; fear not though. The reward for enduring the initial onslaught of English 3-piece's white-noised apocalyptic doom music is a performance to treasure.

At a pinch, their instrumental fender Rhodes-driven prog excursions can be referenced to Magma, King Crimson or perhaps a darker, more manic Godspeed! [You Black Emperor]. But this is prog with a purpose. Behold myriad effects, samplers and distortions. One tune features a consistent Bass THUD, Rhodes

chiming plus a pounding gong before miraculously breaking into what can only be described as a soundtrack to Hell (in the best possible sense). One of them twats the ceiling with his Bass guitar 'I wanted to hear how it sounded.' Trust him, you've never heard or seen anything quite like Guapo before.

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